<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866</id><updated>2011-12-12T13:59:01.630-08:00</updated><category term='radiant'/><category term='dark'/><category term='soul mates'/><category term='pure'/><category term='Atlantis'/><category term='die'/><category term='voidance'/><category term='know'/><category term='death'/><category term='not ready'/><category term='holyness'/><category term='nature'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='baby boy'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='whatever it takes'/><category term='clarity'/><category term='divine intervention'/><category term='safety'/><category 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ring'/><category term='mysterious'/><category term='desire'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='trees'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='funerals'/><category term='native american'/><category term='batteries'/><category term='hide'/><category term='desire for oneness'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='ache'/><category term='faithful'/><category term='divorce rate'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='science'/><category term='friends'/><category term='key'/><category term='sun&apos;s light'/><category term='transmutation'/><category term='masculine'/><category term='serve humanity'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='believing'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Edgar Cayce'/><category term='meal'/><category term='romantic'/><category term='card'/><category term='communication'/><category term='dog'/><category term='journey'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='groceries'/><category term='infidelity'/><category term='praying'/><category term='visions'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='meditations'/><category term='life'/><category term='dead'/><category term='symbols'/><category term='intimacy'/><category term='without'/><category term='world peace'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='mangnificance'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='queen'/><category term='missing'/><category term='sensuality'/><category term='guidance'/><category term='cards'/><category term='circumstances'/><category term='numbing'/><category term='in love'/><category term='settle for second best'/><category term='money'/><category term='brighten your path'/><title type='text'>Calling My Beloved Twin Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>A magical place for all who want to reunite with their Twin Soul. Here we talk about love, relationships, sex, challenges and what it takes to bring about the reunion of true love. A site for females who want to be “all woman” and celebrate the depth of their true feminine essence. A blog for the few superior men who want to find out what makes a woman surrender to them in every way.  A place of inspiration where the outward tiger and the inward dragon find that their paths are one and the same.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2539714017047884755</id><published>2009-07-12T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:55:55.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS BLOG HAS MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please visit me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueprint-for-love.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://blueprint-for-love.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; for new and exciting posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2539714017047884755?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2539714017047884755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2539714017047884755&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2539714017047884755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2539714017047884755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='THIS BLOG HAS MOVED'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2109174601990604712</id><published>2009-07-07T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:27:17.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>Are You Ready For True Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnK_frPAzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rnbia6pwMVA/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267464431369913138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnK_frPAzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rnbia6pwMVA/s200/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"No one is &lt;strong&gt;ready&lt;/strong&gt; for a thing until he &lt;strong&gt;believes&lt;/strong&gt; he can acquire it. The state of mind must be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;belief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not mere hope or wish."&lt;/span&gt; Napoleon Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am going to peel the layers back a little more and take it a step deeper. If you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; something beyond a doubt in your mind, belief is no longer needed...and is overcome by a knowingness that can only be described as divine. It's like tapping into the superconscious computer system of our divine headquarters. You know it with every fiber, molecule and atom of your Being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;surpassed the belief&lt;/em&gt; that my Beloved is searching for me as much as I am searching for you, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. There is a deep knowledge that what is mine cannot be taken away from me, and what is yours cannot be taken away from you either. Thus I am at peace knowing that it is not a matter of "if" he will find me, it is only a matter of time until he is here in his physical appearance. Or perhaps he's already here and we simply haven't stepped up to the plate as of yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are ready then you are ready for the Blueprint for Love™, a process that not only has the power to reshape the past but has undoubtedly the ability to bring home your true love. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.blueprint-for-love.com/"&gt;http://www.blueprint-for-love.com&lt;/a&gt; or simply sign up via my Blog. I look forward to helping you on your journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2109174601990604712?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2109174601990604712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2109174601990604712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2109174601990604712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2109174601990604712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-ready.html' title='Are You Ready For True Love?'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnK_frPAzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rnbia6pwMVA/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-1026934854011666520</id><published>2009-07-04T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:53:07.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great article: The 7 Highly Effective Habits of Chronically SINGLE Women, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ping.fm/eI9uN"&gt;http://ping.fm/eI9uN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-1026934854011666520?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1026934854011666520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=1026934854011666520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/1026934854011666520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/1026934854011666520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-article-7-highly-effective-habits.html' title=''/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-7611312245478997890</id><published>2009-05-26T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:08:02.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Want to Hate...But You Just Can't...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gone through such an ordeal by the hand of another that the "logical" next step would be to simply hate them? Perhaps you even want to take revenge on them and "show them" how it feels to hurt equally as much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking revenge or hating someone has yet to bring peace or love back into your life or anyone else's for that matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man in my life, you know who you are, who disguised himself as the love of my life and boy did it look just like that! And yet in the end he took off his sheep's clothing and turned out to be a merciless monster. I have walked through hell many times in my life time, and yet this was like no other hell. This was different because he created the garden of Eden for us but when he removed the veil it turned out to be pure hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone be so cruel, so relentless and wanting to hurt someone so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how is it that after all this I still can't find an inkling of hate for this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm finding is compassion and empathy and as crazy as it may sound, I still find myself missing the good times that we did have, and we had lots of those. I miss our laughter, our giddy times, our communications, our connection most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I am moving on in life, picking myself up by the bootstraps and dusting off my knees and extending my gratitude to the Universe for allowing me to feel and learn and grow so much, I can only hope that he will find peace in the very hell he created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that love does not come to you from your horizon, love comes from within you and spreads out beyond your horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love starts with you - right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-7611312245478997890?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7611312245478997890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=7611312245478997890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/7611312245478997890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/7611312245478997890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-want-to-hatebut-you-just-cant.html' title='When You Want to Hate...But You Just Can&apos;t...'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-5847051771891330836</id><published>2009-05-19T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:09:15.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Matching System Yet - I Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have some exciting news to share with you. I discovered a relationship matching tool that actually WORKS. No kidding around. I was skeptical myself at first and thought what you're probably thinking this very second. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Please, NOT another profiling system with an endless series of questions to answer"&lt;br /&gt;The difference is MatchMatrix DOES NOT search out relationship compatibility based on common interests.  It uses a radical approach that has been in development for the last 30 years. NOW, it's ready to be released and you can be among the first to experience the benefits.&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday that my friend Frank Seifert, founder of MatchMatrix, took me through the surprisingly simple steps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, it's just one step, takes 60 seconds at the most. You can see for yourself because Frank has arranged for you to receive the same as I... at NO COST to you btw.  This is a free gift that will provide you insight into why your past or  present relationships didn't or currently aren't working.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a new approach to an age old problem and I highly recommend you give it a shot. No strings attached whatsoever.  At the very least you walk away with a better understanding of the type of people you can build a happy and long-lasting relationship with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know that click that goes off in your head when something complicated becomes clear. This is how I felt after learning the MatchMatrix system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You be the judge, try it for yourself by visiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matchmatrix.com/freereport/?af=12626"&gt;http://www.matchmatrix.com/freereport/?af=12626&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chaszey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I believe in the MatchMatrix system and fully intend to use it in my every day life. I would love to hear what your thoughts are after you learn more about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-5847051771891330836?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5847051771891330836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=5847051771891330836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5847051771891330836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5847051771891330836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-matching-system-yet-i-promise.html' title='The Best Matching System Yet - I Promise'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-8968406967575251976</id><published>2009-05-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:50:37.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Messages about Faith and Passion</title><content type='html'>As I was having a telephone conversation with a friend this morning we both realized that we were powerful and successful women and yet, both in our 40s, we too are at a place in life where we ask ourselves "what's next?" It's not that we're bored, on the contrary, we have so many talents, dreams and capabilities that we feel flooded with ideas that we want to bring to the world. The question is, where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like you have so much to offer, that if each of your ideas were a tree that you could plant an entire forest in no time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I hung up the phone I played with my "cards" and asked the "other side" to help with some direction. Here is what I picked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Expect a Miracle. Have faith that your prayers have been heard and are being answered. Faith is the light that illuminates your pathway. Without faith, the future looks very frightening. That's why it's essential for you to take whatever steps are necessary to keep your mind and heart filled with faith. Please don't give up hope on yourself or other people. Keep the candle of faith burning within your soul, as that one small inkling of hope can eradicate the darkness of despair. Be the light that eliminates someone else's gloomy hopelessness as well. For as you make others stronger, it strengthens not only yourself but the entire world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second message I received was about passion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trust and follow your renewed passion in your life and career. Playing it safe can lead to staleness and depression. You've asked for more happiness and definite direction. I've lit the flame of passion in your heart to lead and guide you. It's safe for you to take risks and follow your heart's desire. Ask me to be your partner along your path of passion, to guide and nurture you. When you feel a strong knowingness, alongside a burning passion, pay attention, as this is my way of giving you information about your next step."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this encourages you to have faith and back up this faith by the steps you take. After all, faith without deeds is dead. And remember that love doesn't come to you from your horizon, but spreads out from within you to the horizons and far beyond!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-8968406967575251976?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8968406967575251976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=8968406967575251976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8968406967575251976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8968406967575251976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-messages-about-faith-and-passion.html' title='Today&apos;s Messages about Faith and Passion'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-844724710123001167</id><published>2009-05-05T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:59:57.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Journey called Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgC5fAPDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qTov5ecT0EI/s1600-h/Misc+photos+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332437930457709618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgC5fAPDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qTov5ecT0EI/s200/Misc+photos+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had walked this path so many times, and have learned so much along the way, yet never was I open to receiving as many blessings as I did this last time I walked this path. Nature is one of my greatest teachers, always has been, and I hope that you can grow and feeling blessings through my eyes and my sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I parked my car where I always park it, along Indian Valley, where I realized &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 1&lt;/u&gt;: whatever grounds I'm about to walk on is indeed filled with wisdom, age old sage energy and sacredness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, however, my car was the only one there; it must have been because it was raining; when I realized &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 2&lt;/u&gt;: when it's "ugly" outside people don't want to come out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got out of the car and stepped onto the gravel road when the most amazing smells hit my nose and my entire being. I was overwhelmed with smells of rain, various kinds of trees, horses, flowers, and all kinds of other smells, when I realized &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 3&lt;/u&gt;: when it gets "ugly" is when our senses are especially receptive to our surroundings (provided we have the courage to open our eyes and are willing to "get wet").&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgY427DPI/AAAAAAAAA08/KbBXIbolMAI/s1600-h/Misc+photos+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438308246719730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgY427DPI/AAAAAAAAA08/KbBXIbolMAI/s200/Misc+photos+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling especially blessed being on my hike alone and in solitude I realized &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 4&lt;/u&gt;: it's good to be out in solitude and alone to soak in all Mother Nature has to offer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I came up to the first fork in the road I realized that I had a choice to take the first right or I could walk on a little and take the second right. Both paths eventually connected and looped around to come down to the main path where I was standing. The major difference was that the first path would go up a very steep hill that most people avoid. Taking the second path up the hill would offer me a longer trip up hill but not even remotely as steep. However, because the two paths connect I would then have to come down this very steep hill. I had a choice to make, which is when I learned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 5&lt;/u&gt;: all paths in life are just detours and will eventually lead us back to our main path.&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lesson 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; was right around the corner&lt;strong&gt;: if we knew how steep our detour paths were, would we still take them?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgdzJ2xPI/AAAAAAAAA1E/X1GolfH3dm0/s1600-h/Misc+photos+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438392614864114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgdzJ2xPI/AAAAAAAAA1E/X1GolfH3dm0/s200/Misc+photos+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Which one would I take, the steep one or the longer but less steep one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to take the steep one. I wanted to feel my heart pump today and I knew that if there was anyone else out today in this rain, I would certainly not encounter anyone on this steep path. I longed for solitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The path is steep and windy and my heart is pumping and my lungs are burning. Every bend leaves hope to be the last turn before the path has got to flatten out (please!). And so I learned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 7&lt;/u&gt;: just because your path seems too steep, too burdensome, too lonely, and getting you out of breath too fast, doesn't mean you should stop and turn around when the going gets tough. Hang in there, even if the path around the bend doesn't flatten out right away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgRBLddtI/AAAAAAAAA00/u5jz2FINNWs/s1600-h/Misc+photos+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438173041391314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgRBLddtI/AAAAAAAAA00/u5jz2FINNWs/s200/Misc+photos+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point the path had gotten so steep that too much rain had carried away good chunks of the road and it was easy to visualize how gushing water took loads of dirt with it downhill. And I learned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 8&lt;/u&gt;: your path can be forever marked with ridges by the gunk that comes washing down towards us. Don't give up, keep going.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I arrive at the top of the ridge where the path flattens out and I learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 9&lt;/u&gt;: it's good to feel my body and heart pumping and my being so alive, I made it to the top! It's time for just a little reflection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look around and suddenly see the most amazing gifts. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lesson 10&lt;/u&gt;: When the going gets tough don't stop; stop when you've arrived at the top, to take a breather, to take inventory, to enjoy your success!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lesson 11&lt;/u&gt; was here as well: what gorgeous views when you've hiked a mountain that took your breath away. What beautiful life up here that remains untouched and yet Mother Nature feverishly works with all she has to bring balance to her backyard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continue walking on level ground surely expecting the path to go downhill soon. But oh not so fast - another hill ahead of me. And I learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 12&lt;/u&gt;: just when you think you've made it to the top and it surely must get easier now is when life throws you one last hike up hill. Go for it, don't get frustrated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I continue walking up the hill I count my blessings and look forward to making my final ascent. And when I get there the path narrows and suddenly a puddle covers the entire path. And I learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 13&lt;/u&gt;: Just because you're on the top doesn't mean it's all smooth sailing. You have a choice to walk through puddles, go around them or hop over them (or you could return down the hill because you're too scared to get dirty).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgz62dcZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/HrOY_qBVRHQ/s1600-h/Misc+photos+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438772638118290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgz62dcZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/HrOY_qBVRHQ/s200/Misc+photos+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally arriving at the top I find a post with a sign that says: "Restoration Area - Please keep out." And I realize &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 14&lt;/u&gt;: When you're exhausted do give yourself rest and "keep out" from areas in your soul that need rejuvenating, restoration and rest. Do not force yourself to do anything that doesn't feel right. Give yourself a chance to grow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my path down the mountain the path becomes windy and narrow with many rocks, bolders and trees roots blocking a smooth path. And I learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 15&lt;/u&gt;: Just because you think you're on an easier path now doesn't mean you don't have to watch where you're going. Road blocks and obstacles will accompany going both up and down hill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCg5Naed0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/49gsF4n9mZs/s1600-h/Misc+photos+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438863520364354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCg5Naed0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/49gsF4n9mZs/s200/Misc+photos+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stop next to a beautiful Manzanita tree and realize that it's skin was peeling and I learn &lt;strong&gt;lesson &lt;u&gt;16&lt;/u&gt;: Not only snakes shed their skin, even trees shed their skin; so what makes me think that I don't need to transform and shed "old skin" too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come around a bend and realize that a small bridge had been built to get over the creek that flows underneath it. And I learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 17&lt;/u&gt;: Even if you're on an easy path sometimes your path gets blocked by another force wanting to block your downward road. Build a bridge and continue on your own path, don't get side tracked and don't let yourself get turned around or pushed off your path.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChE8OT-gI/AAAAAAAAA10/138TnQnRZFQ/s1600-h/Misc+photos+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332439065064372738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChE8OT-gI/AAAAAAAAA10/138TnQnRZFQ/s200/Misc+photos+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little ways down I realize that park rangers had come in to fix a section of the path by inserting small tree trunks every few yards to keep the path from flooding downhill during a storm. They filled the section between the trunks with new dirty that now was wet and heavy from the rain. As I walked over the dirt the mud stuck to my shoes making it very difficult to walk because my feet became so heavy. Not only was the mud full of clay, but it was also slippery (see the clay on my shoes in the picture?). And I learned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 18&lt;/u&gt;: Just because someone rebuilds a path to make it easier doesn't mean it will be easier for you to walk your path. Circumstances (in this case the rain) may make it more difficult, and that's okay. Keep on walking!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChVaK1wJI/AAAAAAAAA2E/TlA6aFKWjWo/s1600-h/Misc+photos+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332439347980779666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChVaK1wJI/AAAAAAAAA2E/TlA6aFKWjWo/s200/Misc+photos+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I come around the next turn and realize that the most beautiful little creek was directly crossing the path. And I learned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 19&lt;/u&gt;: I could walk through the water and get my feet wet, I could try to hop over the stones or take a huge leap trying to avoid the water. Or I could do what I opted to do; bend down and stick my hand in the water while saying a prayer for the water to carry my unconditional love to the rest of the planet. Surely all rivers flow into the sea and then back to the mountain tops, and so my prayer would certainly affect all beings.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So when you're feeling down, say a prayer for others and ask it to be returned to you a thousand fold.&lt;/strong&gt; It felt blissful to feel the water rush around my fingers - what joy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChbEKwW-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/qO35ubD-rCU/s1600-h/Misc+photos+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332439445154061282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChbEKwW-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/qO35ubD-rCU/s200/Misc+photos+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just as I hop over the rocks I hear an intense buzzing sound up above me. Looking up I see a hole inside a tree about 5 yards above me, and hundreds of buzzing yellow jackets surrounding the hole. And I learned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 20&lt;/u&gt;: Just because I'm the only human being in the forest doesn't mean life isn't everwhere - we just tend to miss it and think we're the only ones when we keep ourselves from enjoying all life everywhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say a prayer of gratitude for the buzzing sound they make and for getting my attention in this way and walk on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCglNQlWoI/AAAAAAAAA1M/y_KcTkfDbqk/s1600-h/Misc+photos+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438519881489026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCglNQlWoI/AAAAAAAAA1M/y_KcTkfDbqk/s200/Misc+photos+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I walk down the hill I see all kinds of gifts, dead trees that broke off during a storm that now seem to grow branches and leafs again. Broken down trunks that are full of fungus featuring all kinds of different colors and serving as food for insects and life everywhere. Simply beautiful. And I learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 21&lt;/u&gt;: Art doesn't have to be hung in my living room as a permanent fixture, nature features art that is most colorful, moving and passing, inspiring and yet never dull or boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCht7tsA4I/AAAAAAAAA2c/rR8c8uSDe0g/s1600-h/Misc+photos+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332439769302172546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCht7tsA4I/AAAAAAAAA2c/rR8c8uSDe0g/s200/Misc+photos+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And even further down I see these two trees that seem to lean to the side at similar angles. It's as if they're a couple and they hold each other's space by pointing in the right direction while staying close. And I learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 22&lt;/u&gt;: it's okay not to stand erect at all times, someone will lean with you when you don't have the strength to stand up straight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving down the path even more I come to a part of the path where the path becomes about one foot wide, and on top comes this massive tree root and right behind it is this newly "planted" pile of horse manure and I learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 23&lt;/u&gt;: not only can your path feel tight so you need to&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChy6iKjLI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5Qt38MvoZm4/s1600-h/Misc+photos+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332439854884752562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChy6iKjLI/AAAAAAAAA2k/5Qt38MvoZm4/s200/Misc+photos+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lift up your feet to move forward, but someone may put some "shit" in your path that you don't like. Hop across and move on anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I feel like life's lesson must come to an end for this journey Life suprises me with the most peculiar tree trunk I had seen. It was as if the tree had been blasted with bullets and the trunk seemed to have these large "holes." And I learned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 24&lt;/u&gt;: even trees get wounds and they too know how to heal themselves, slowly and over time. Don't rush your healing process, allow yourself to heal and move on, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChpNRt2RI/AAAAAAAAA2U/eWyGVXWtMCA/s1600-h/Misc+photos+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332439688117344530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgChpNRt2RI/AAAAAAAAA2U/eWyGVXWtMCA/s200/Misc+photos+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trusting that Mother Nature knows what she is doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I come back to the main trail I start heading back towards my car when I am blessed with even more lessons. I see footsteps of various kinds. First I see fresh horse shoes, then I see a dog's paw print, then I see a print from a bicycle tire and of course hiking shoes. And I learn another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson, 25&lt;/u&gt;: I don't live on this planet alone and there are many creature walking my path with me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCh_EOGaaI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jisnALzMzi8/s1600-h/Misc+photos+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332440063643380130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCh_EOGaaI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jisnALzMzi8/s200/Misc+photos+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost at the end of my path I see some commotion ahead of me and what looks like a bunch of birds turn out to be three squirrels having fun chasing each other and having fun eating nuts. I was sure that they would run up the tree as soon as I approached but life gave me an &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCiEEdocMI/AAAAAAAAA20/MEil3FDQQAA/s1600-h/Misc+photos+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332440149607870658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCiEEdocMI/AAAAAAAAA20/MEil3FDQQAA/s200/Misc+photos+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;opportunity to be less than 3 yards away from them and I learned my final &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lesson 26&lt;/u&gt;: have fun, chase each other and let yourself be chased once in a while, eat good and let others get close to you, no matter how different they are than you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCn6p8MjWI/AAAAAAAAA28/IYBL0Su9UWM/s1600-h/Misc+photos+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332446584939253090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCn6p8MjWI/AAAAAAAAA28/IYBL0Su9UWM/s200/Misc+photos+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With much love for your journeys all wonderful souls out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: The pictures on this post are from my actual hike taken that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-844724710123001167?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/844724710123001167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=844724710123001167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/844724710123001167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/844724710123001167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-journey-called-life.html' title='Our Journey called Life'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCgC5fAPDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qTov5ecT0EI/s72-c/Misc+photos+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6126848281026111335</id><published>2009-05-05T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:29:55.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Half Dead - Half Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCSsxXF_eI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RXpWIp5f2RU/s1600-h/half+dead+half+alive+oak+tree+1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332423256668765666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCSsxXF_eI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RXpWIp5f2RU/s200/half+dead+half+alive+oak+tree+1+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 9 months ago I met someone who had asked all his life for bliss and happiness. Having come to close to half a century old he had almost given up to ever finding bliss and happiness and had started to settle in to the mediocre, predictable life he had created. Suddenly he realized that he was given everything needed to live a blissful and happy life and at first tended to it like any farmer would tend to the fragile seeds he had just planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few months, however, he realized that he may not have the strength to continue taking care of his new crop. Living on bare and non-producing land had left him starving for love, bliss and happiness all his life, but suddenly having to tend to the protection of his newly planted crop seemed overwhelming. He doubted. He lost faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before he returned to his old life I pointed out that the beautiful half-dead, half-alive oak tree in front of my house was here to remind him too that we can live seemingly alive on the outside, yet dying on the inside....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCSyqxDEgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/OBhZ2O8mzKE/s1600-h/half+dead+half+alive+oak+tree+1+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332423357977793026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCSyqxDEgI/AAAAAAAAA0E/OBhZ2O8mzKE/s200/half+dead+half+alive+oak+tree+1+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He chose to die, although not consciously, he nonetheless told the universe that what he had asked for, bliss and happiness, was really not the fruit he wanted to reap in this life time. Mediocrity, boredom and therefore death, however, was all he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so he returned (and with it to an early grave)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as you live in this body you have a choice. And as long as you have a choice you can always choose to resurrect your Self, in spite of the previous choices you made, even if you chose death in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now go forth and choose life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6126848281026111335?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6126848281026111335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6126848281026111335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6126848281026111335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6126848281026111335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-dead-half-alive.html' title='Half Dead - Half Alive'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SgCSsxXF_eI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RXpWIp5f2RU/s72-c/half+dead+half+alive+oak+tree+1+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2707047570231596771</id><published>2009-05-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:21:10.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lancelot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guinevere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king arthur'/><title type='text'>Goddess Guinevere - True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sfz-xXrWwJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/YY0xuDP-5ME/s1600-h/Gwenhwyfar-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331416183022731410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sfz-xXrWwJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/YY0xuDP-5ME/s200/Gwenhwyfar-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Everyone, it's been a while since I've been posting here. I haven't gone anywhere, at least not physically...it's good to be back and post new lessons learned so you too can be nourished and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have for a long time already been holding "gatherings" each morning and before I retire each night. One of these "games" I play with our loving goddessess surrounding us at all times. Today's message comes from Guinevere. No one knows better how to deliver messages in our plain English language than Doreen Virtue. Here is Guinevere's message:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The romantic stirring in your heart have propelled the universe to deliver great love to you."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sfz-58-S1kI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hqDiXwwVs1M/s1600-h/kingarthurwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331416330473231938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sfz-58-S1kI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hqDiXwwVs1M/s200/kingarthurwedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning of this message: Your soulmate relationship is soon arriving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The universe knows how ready I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What touched me and brought me to tears is Guinevere's story. This Celtic triple goddess has anciet roots preceding Arthurian times, when she was known as Gwenhwyfar. In her original form, her name meant "White One" or "White Phantom," and she was a powerful goddess invoked for both fertility and as a bridge to take the dead to the afterlife plane. During the times of Avalong, Glastonbury, and King Arthur, she became Guinevere. To become king, Arthur had to merge with, or marry, Gwenhwyfar, the goddess who ruled over the land. And so Gwenhwyfar became the astonishingly beauitful Guinevere, the queen bridge of the new King Arthur. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Legend holds that her heart really belongd to Arthur's cousin, Lancelot, however, Today, she helps us ensure that we enter into partnership with our true love, and she assists in keeping that love alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures here are samples of Guinevere with King Arthur and her with her love, Lancelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sfz-_wGiVDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/a_0JORQEk4E/s1600-h/lancelot+and+guinevere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331416430097355826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sfz-_wGiVDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/a_0JORQEk4E/s200/lancelot+and+guinevere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think of Guinevere's sacrifice to have lived with a man she didn't love, King Arthur, while having to hold her love for her beloved Lancelot. Perhaps she did this for the greater good of the land and its people. In either case, think of the ultimate sacrifice she made: to become the goddess protecting each of our "halves" so only two twin souls can be reunited with each other (if they choose so). So no one has to "settle" for anyone "less than" our true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ultimate sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I learned is that I have not only my ancestors, angels, fairies and others are here to help me (and you) along this journey of love, we also have powerful gods and goddesses who have died for this very cause and are forever roaming eternity paving our paths to help us reunite with true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't settle - hold out and work on yourself so you're truly READY for your beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God speed your paths...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2707047570231596771?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2707047570231596771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2707047570231596771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2707047570231596771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2707047570231596771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/05/goddess-guinevere-true-love.html' title='Goddess Guinevere - True Love'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sfz-xXrWwJI/AAAAAAAAAzk/YY0xuDP-5ME/s72-c/Gwenhwyfar-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-3137564501345211042</id><published>2009-04-07T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:16:05.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love quotes'/><title type='text'>More Love to Accompany You Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sdp5HxhOxMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DA6WwnuEgik/s1600-h/moon_goddess.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321699084150424770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sdp5HxhOxMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DA6WwnuEgik/s200/moon_goddess.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take away love and our earth is a tomb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Browning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiddu Krishnamurti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cannot discover new oceans unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andre Gide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sdp5QD0Lh4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/dVvzoR0LbaI/s1600-h/native_american_goddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321699226500695938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sdp5QD0Lh4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/dVvzoR0LbaI/s200/native_american_goddess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;True love is like thosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francois deLaRochefoucauld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can e no more hurt, only more love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother Theresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill Cosby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-3137564501345211042?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3137564501345211042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=3137564501345211042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/3137564501345211042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/3137564501345211042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-love-to-accompany-you-today.html' title='More Love to Accompany You Today'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sdp5HxhOxMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DA6WwnuEgik/s72-c/moon_goddess.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2984045327307892539</id><published>2009-04-06T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:59:32.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Quotes - to Brighten Your Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sdpe8qxG64I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ECUuqmw5sHk/s1600-h/freespirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321670306057087874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sdpe8qxG64I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ECUuqmw5sHk/s200/freespirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiley Blanton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother Theresa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there is love there is life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mohandas Gandhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on a personal note I'd like to add that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is Everything, the Beginning and the End, the Purpose of all Existence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2984045327307892539?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2984045327307892539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2984045327307892539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2984045327307892539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2984045327307892539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-quotes-to-brighten-your-day.html' title='Love Quotes - to Brighten Your Day'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sdpe8qxG64I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ECUuqmw5sHk/s72-c/freespirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-8977761455628844232</id><published>2009-03-02T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:40:20.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow collector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='termites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken branches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Falling Trees, Broken Hearts, Misconceptions and Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_kOTqXWI/AAAAAAAAAys/vdBdhsse9Gs/s1600-h/torn+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308687952311377250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_kOTqXWI/AAAAAAAAAys/vdBdhsse9Gs/s200/torn+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A while back I had met a man whom I soon came to think of as my possible Twin Soul. It was out of this world how similar we were and yet how we satisfied both spectrums of the energetic pole. It was truly as if we were two halves joining back together. And please don't think that we're "halves" walking around, or that we're incomplete without another person. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet in spite of our agreement that our relationship was one out of a billion, he chose someone else. Our light scared him so much that he didn't come through for us. It has taken me weeks now to "recover" and trying to wrap my head around what really happened, how anyone can possibly let such a whole relationship go and settle for mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_rHnU71I/AAAAAAAAAy0/XSzCBX2Q-JA/s1600-h/BrokenAngel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688070773894994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_rHnU71I/AAAAAAAAAy0/XSzCBX2Q-JA/s200/BrokenAngel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library for answers. I went there looking for something, but I didn't know what. I just knew I would get answers there. I came across an audio tape presentation from Caroline Myss called "Sacred Contracts." I had been "preaching" sacred agreements for decades, mostly to myself. It's as if we return to this plane with the people we have arrangements with to meet and go through various lessons in this life. It's an act of love really. And yet most of us scuff at the idea that we return with a person so they can hurt us and we in turn have to learn forgiveness. Yet that's exactly how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Myss and her "Sacred Contracts" reminded me of this bigger picture and it helped me have compassion on the choices this man made. When I first realized that he didn't choose "us" I got angry and hurt and disappointed. I cried all day long, cried myself to sleep, wrote a lot and went on and on asking God for mercy. All day long I said: "Mercy, God, please have mercy on me and take this pain away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the second week learning from "Sacred Contracts" and slowly my feelings of anger turned into feelings of abandonment and victimhood. "Poor me, he left me, how could he throw such a beautiful thing away." I found wisdom in the woods, hiking and crying to God, hugging trees and getting mercy from the land that takes "abuse" every season out of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the third week practicing compassion and understanding while realizing that he did stick to our agreement, whatever this agreement was. It wasn't meant for him to choose me, or he would have. It was our agreement for him NOT to choose me so I could learn forgiveness and compassion, and so he perhaps could feel loss and learn how to take personal responsibility. Both of us learn the valuable lesson not to be victims but to realize that we're creators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_xVnoE2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/-MV2S9qsm1g/s1600-h/Baby+Oak+Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688177612460898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_xVnoE2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/-MV2S9qsm1g/s200/Baby+Oak+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last hike in the woods a few days ago, I continued praying for him and myself, asking God to speak to me with his all-wise and compassionate all-knowing and all-seeing existence. I had taken this hike several times and knew the trails pretty good. This time it was different. It had rained the day before and it was a bit stormy. The trails were covered with fallen branches and dead wood all around me. I had to step over them constantly. I looked at the trees above me and the dead branches on the trails and all around me and suddenly it hit me like a brick wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like trees, we get planted and we grow and our roots get stronger and deeper as the years go on. Our leafs are like the people or the experiences that come and go in and out of our lives. The slightest wind, or at least Fall, will make them go away. Branches are part of the tree structure. They hold up the tree and make sure the tree's equilibrium remains balanced. The leafs of these trees had fallen way back in Fall, however, it's now March and the trees are getting ready to form new buds and new blossoms. BUT, and this is a big BUT, before this new growth can take place, the tree has to shake off its dead weight. The branches that no longer are able or capable of carrying leafs and thus buds. These branches would only draw nutrients from the tree that are better used by the branches that do hold buds and flowers. So nature has this built-in shedding process by sending rain and winds to get rid of dead material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We too, as people, get involved in relationships, jobs and affairs of life that may be non-beneficial for our long term growth and well being. It may start out great, strong and lush looking, but as soon as life brings rain and wind, the branch cracks and falls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_8voN5xI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ixZesEUWInE/s1600-h/holding++heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688373572822802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_8voN5xI/AAAAAAAAAzE/ixZesEUWInE/s200/holding++heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rather than being sad at the loss, I now continue my lesson in realizing that just because this relationship with this man is not what it seemed, doesn't mean he was bad or the relationship was bad and therefore it is now "rotten" and had to die. Not at all. Because just like branches and leaves fall to the ground provide nourishment for life on earth, this relationship continues to do "its thing" inside of me and inside of him. In other words, just like a dead branch provides food for a termite and other beings, this seeming dead relationship now continues providing me with nourishment of lessons. Just like the branch only seems dead, what really happened is that it just grew too weak to remain connected to the overall tree. Relationships often become too weak, for whatever reason, and they "fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still hurting quite a bit about "what could have been" in this relationship, I'm also accepting that we must have had an amazing contract and we stuck to it. So one day when we're on the other side, we get to hug and give each other high fives for having helped each other with lessons that I could never have learned without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-8977761455628844232?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8977761455628844232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=8977761455628844232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8977761455628844232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8977761455628844232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-trees-broken-hearts.html' title='Falling Trees, Broken Hearts, Misconceptions and Moving On'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Saw_kOTqXWI/AAAAAAAAAys/vdBdhsse9Gs/s72-c/torn+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-1177732879252832459</id><published>2009-01-23T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:45:01.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hydrogen and oxygen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends with benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hydrogen'/><title type='text'>Sex, God, Money, Politics</title><content type='html'>There are a few things most people don’t want to talk about. They are: Sex, God, Money, Politics (which inadvertently mixes together the first three).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about the S word (as my daughter would say). There is so much to say about sex, the need for it, the origin of it, its past and its future, its actual purpose (depending on whom you ask) and what can and cannot be accomplished with it. We can look at sex as the merging of feminine and masculine, a physical act for the reasons to procreate (instinct), a release of energy, obtainment of energy from the other partner, a primal means to calm down, a cleansing ritual, the “coming home” to a blissful state, recharging ones batteries, arriving at heaven for a moment of rest, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on whom we talk to, we’ll get as many different opinions about the need for sex and what happens during sex as there are people on this planet. No one is right and no one is wrong. We’re all on our own journey and what may seem wrong to me may be a way for someone else to survive. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/R8IO9FY5s9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/8yEwmn2sGWI/s1600-h/broken+heart+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A great book to read is Power vs. Force by Dr. David Hawkins. Growing up I used to judge people who smoke, drink or do drugs. Because that is what I grew up with and I saw the effect on the surrounding world. I was born having difficulties breathing because my parents both smoked and my mother smoked when she was pregnant with me. My father was an alcoholic and I saw him screw up his relationship with my mother (I’m sure she had her part in the break-up too). Sex became bad because my Dad cheated on my Mom and ended up leaving us for “the other woman.” Soon I came to view all of “it” as bad, as unnecessary, as evil and as a nuisance. It was my journey and needless to say if I ever would get married it would have to be to a man who didn’t want sex from me. Good luck! Like that was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hawkins book really helped me understand why people do what they do, without the need to judge anyone. Once I was divorced I went on a journey to find out what sex really meant to both men and women. I came across Nancy Fiday’s books, which helped me tremendously in understanding the human species. Animals don’t have a choice in mating or not mating, they are ruled by instinct and are primal, pro-creation and survival is there number one concern. Humans do have free will and we make a conscious choice, something an animal cannot do. Still, so much is happening as two people merge their bodies together to becoming one. Just like any battery has a + and a – part of the energetic pole, once activated the battery is capable to charge a piece of equipment up. Similarly, when a + male and a – female merge their bodies, they undoubtedly create “something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a battery is being used or charged up there is only energy oscillating between the + and – parts of the battery. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/R8IPKFY5s-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/2dAaIfcj4bY/s1600-h/cat+smiling.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately when two human batteries comes together to merge and create energy, worlds are created (or destroyed). It’s not just a physical energy exchange, the merging is manifesting so much more with consequences that most people don’t want to know or hear about; if people could just see the spirals and vortexes and funnels that are emanating from them and merging with the other person to forever be implanted into the universal soil called ether, to one day create something very powerful (or very destructive). Little do people know that once they merge with another person on a physical level and funnels and vortexes and spirals have been exchanged, they will forever take that person’s energy with them and be influenced by them. It’s like taking white play dough and mixing it with green play dough and then trying to separate the two, it’s an impossibility. Or putting a drop of ink into a glass of clear water, and then trying to take the drop of ink out of the water that is now tainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more impressive part that most people don’t know about or even imagine that every exchange with another human being is a form of sex exchange. It doesn’t have to be in a romantic way, but in an energetic way. The moment two people lock their eyes together, whether during a conversation or while passing a stranger on the street, both people are constantly “shooting” spirals, vortexes and funnels out into the universe. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/R8IPe1Y5s_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/-fJzMiKuCXU/s1600-h/confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s our essence that we project to the world. When we lock eyes we lock energies with the other person and instantly take a piece of their energy and give them ours. The Sanskrits believe that as soon as a woman sleeps with a man she takes on his entire karma. I happen to believe the same goes for men too. Most people’s energy I frankly don’t care to carry with me. I just am not strong enough to take on other people’s karma, I have enough of my own to work through. And unless the other person’s energy can help me work through my karma I’d rather not pack more unnecessary life times on top of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is this such a big deal? Over the past few years I have been a landing place for friends and clients to listen and help them see a part of their existence that can’t be viewed with our regular human eyes. Over the years I started to make a connection to a person’s personal power level and the number of physical partners they have had in their life. This may sound strange, however, what I found is that the more partners anyone had (man or woman) the more “watered down their soul” had become and they had started to lose a piece of their essence. It’s as if every time they had sex with someone they gave the other person a piece of their soul to keep forever. When the relationship or event was over the piece(s) they had given away could not be recovered. I also saw that the more partners someone had, the more they wanted to expand their “territory” and the more “free” they became to be with eve more people. It is a false freedom, however. One that comes at the cost of their own authenticity and may cause a person to go back in line to start their own evolutionary journey once again. For what, I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person I have known for almost two decades chose to sleep with as many women as he could, he always has, he still does; hundreds of them, perhaps even thousands of them. Today that he is in his 40s he’s realizing that he will never be able to regain the innocence that can only come from having all the pieces to his soul. He’s lost, he doesn’t know anymore what he wants. Women still throw themselves at him, but only because they’ve been sexually frustrated for so long, he spells their sexual freedom, something they perhaps have never experienced. Yet none of them want to stay, not one would ever want to have someone “like him” to be at their side. He’s good “for one thing.” &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/R8IP5lY5tAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/R6iflVO7kpM/s1600-h/red+rose.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He’s chasing through women constantly looking for the next one, constantly proving his self-fulfilling prophecy that proves that women are only here for one thing: to be used and then tossed to the curb. He has an amazing charm and at first blush really seems to know what women want. But a deeper look into his lonely soul proves otherwise, as do his eyes. The sad part is that he’s looking for an “innocent” woman who hasn’t been around the block as often as he has. Yet how can he ask of the Universe to deliver him Cinderella when he himself doesn’t live like this even to this day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just over the past two months I had two friends approach me who both got married young. One got married around 19, the other around 25. Both had slept with “only” 5 women. They are in their 30s now and they are longing for a temporary change and temptation for both of them from the other women is difficult to withstand. They both love their wives, they have children by them and they are committed to staying faithful. If they could just go out and dabble with other women a few times….to kick off those horns, sow the wild oats, to get some more adventure – whatever all these expressions are. What neither of them understand is that one of the reasons they are so irresistible to other women is because of their lack of experience. It’s because they still own their own power, they haven’t given it away, they haven’t slept around, neither of them ever had a one-night stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women being the intuitive beings they are can sense that from 10 miles away and such men become the irresistible magnets. Although women love a man who can show them a thing or two in the bedroom, a man who has the kind of power that can come from a strong and pure soul is rare and every woman intuitively wants to merge with that power, by means of physical exchange. Will they be able to stay faithful to their wives? It’s not for me to predict. I can tell you that if they are both hydrogen and they both married their equivalent parts of oxygen and their marriage equilibrium is water, they will make it without a doubt. What concerns me is that they still long for other oxygen…When hydrogen and oxygen merge, water is the merging’s inevitable result. When two people merge that are truly meant to be together, it will show in evidence in what they create for this world. If there is no evidence, then perhaps the chemistry is lacking to produce that miracle that we all need. So what? You’ve discovered that your partner is indeed not your matching hydrogen or not your matching oxygen. But you’ve said: “Until Death Do Us Part” and perhaps you even have created children that now count on you. What should you do? I can’t tell you what you “should” do. In fact, I have for the most part eradicated that word out of my dictionary. Remember, this is your journey and there is no should or should-nots. It all depends on what you have come here to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you here on planet earth? Is your partner’s purpose in alignment with yours and yours with hers? Remember it is life-sustaining and nurturing water you are here to create. If you’re just trotting along next to this person’s life while creating absolutely nothing useful for not only you, but also nothing useful for your child(ren) and even less for the planet, then what are you really doing here? Read “The Greatest Miracle In The World” by Og Mandino. You have a magnificent purpose here on this planet. You are unique as is your partner. No one can take your job, your position, your spouse who is your true oxygen or your true hydrogen, and no one can replace your true purpose here on this planet. The question is, are you about your true purpose yet? Or are you just fiddling around wasting time until the next life time? When I “got this” once and for all I realized that I could stick it out with a man I was never supposed to be with in the first place or I could leave us in peace and become about my purpose and give him the chance so he too can become about his purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not directly responsible for his journey and the decisions he makes, but I am directly responsible for mine and indirectly responsible for everyone else's, including his. However, I can only take responsibility for myself and others if I am first living the free life that I have truly come to live, I am responsible to lead by example. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/R8IQiFY5tBI/AAAAAAAAAQc/I0LaPQQQ6wk/s1600-h/earth+at+night+globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also am responsible to be a role model to my daughter and to show her that settling for anything less than her purpose and the man who is her exact hydrogen counter part will prove to be futile with only heart ache in sight. She’s almost 15 and she’s already beginning to get it. The moment she sees that she wishes something was different about this other person, is the moment she realizes she is dealing with "a square peg" that she's trying to fit into a round hole. It doesn't work, it never will. I was courageous and loved my husband enough to set him free. This was over 4 years ago and it was the best thing I ever did for everyone involved. Especially this planet and humanity as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is waiting for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-1177732879252832459?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1177732879252832459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=1177732879252832459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/1177732879252832459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/1177732879252832459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/sex-god-money-politics.html' title='Sex, God, Money, Politics'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-8071147242720885580</id><published>2009-01-15T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:00:00.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vomit'/><title type='text'>Using Friends to Dump On</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel so down that you just want to dump on a friend, hoping that it’ll get better? Yet you realize that while you may be feeling better after you “vomited” your sorrows all over her as if she was a garbage can, that the problem actually multiplied rather than disappeared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed over and over again in my life that when things go wrong, the first thing I want to do is to call a friend and tell them about it, dump, vent and get advice from my friend. Yet when I learned to go inward and present the challenge to my Higher Self, asking my Higher Self to take over and to transmute the challenge into a blessing, then I come out of it renewed with strength and with the exact answer to the solution. And I spared a friend unnecessary heartache to fix my problem that was never hers to fix in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Larson would say it this way: “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never think or speak of that which you do not wish to happen. The whine, the sting, and the sigh – these three must never appear in a single thought or a single word. You can win ten times as many friends by talking happiness as you can by talking trouble. And the more real friends you have the less trouble you will have. Speak well of everything good you find and mean it. When you find what you do not like keep quiet. The less you think or speak of what you do not like the more you have of what you do like. Magnify the good; emphasize that which has worth; and talk only of those things that should live and grow. When you have something good to say, say it. When you have something ill to say, say something else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have great friends, those you can vent to without being judged. However, just as Larson says above, it not only diminishes the strength of your fabric that holds together your friendship, but it also dillutes the concentration of what you're really trying to accomplish, which is to create happiness. Now you're unhappy and so is your friend, your problem has been multiplied and if your friend goes and tells her friend or her therapist, then you have a real big soup of a mess. Instead, try to go inward, pray, meditate, bring your sorrows before God or your Higher Self, come out of it with a clear answer and then tell your friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The challenge&lt;br /&gt;2. What you learned in your meditation&lt;br /&gt;3. And how you're going to solve the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly stick to the advice you received from the "inside" and only consider what your friend has to say. This way you're not a burden to them because you're not looking to them for the answer, because you already have the answer. It shows them that you do internal work first, it shows how strong you are, they might learn something and they leave you strengthened and encouraged because you're not leaning on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough concept because most people will say: "That's what friends are for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my dare to you: try it. Next time you want to jump on the phone and call your friend to vent, go inside first, no matter how many times you need to "go there" and only once you have the answer from within will you share your lesson with your friend. Watch what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-8071147242720885580?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8071147242720885580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=8071147242720885580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8071147242720885580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8071147242720885580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/using-friends-to-dump-on.html' title='Using Friends to Dump On'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-8504834002388732409</id><published>2009-01-14T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:46:41.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bianca'/><title type='text'>Poem About Loss - by Bianca</title><content type='html'>This poem was written by a 15-year old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have traveled the world for you&lt;br /&gt;From Earth to the sky didn’t buy me enough time with you&lt;br /&gt;3 years down Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde with you&lt;br /&gt;Like a tree with no root&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t make sense without you&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t possible without you, together forever with you&lt;br /&gt;But forever ended with you, forever wasn’t easy with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever wasn’t possible with you&lt;br /&gt;It was always draining with you&lt;br /&gt;Never easy with you, lies with you, cheating with you, pain with you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same because of you but to this day I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-8504834002388732409?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8504834002388732409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=8504834002388732409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8504834002388732409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8504834002388732409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-about-loss-by-bianca.html' title='Poem About Loss - by Bianca'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-8399226755894655449</id><published>2009-01-14T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:00:00.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal magnetism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transmutation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Transmutation - Transformation</title><content type='html'>Hhhhm, one of my all time favorite words is "Transmutation" (or Transformation). I love change, although it can be scary. Change has always blessed me with the unknown and the unknown has always had suprise blessings in store for me. So it is only natural that I want to share this with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Larson: “&lt;em&gt;When the creative energies are daily transmuted, and turned into muscle, brain and mind, a virtuous life can be lived without inconvenience. Besides, the body will be healthier, the personality stronger and the mind more brilliant. Hold yourself constantly in a positive, masterful attitude, and fill that attitude with &lt;strong&gt;kindness&lt;/strong&gt;. The result will be that remarkable something that people call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;personal magnetism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Create energy when retained in the system will give vigor to the body, sparkle to the eye, and genius to the brain. There is enough power in any man to enable him to realize all his desires and reach the highest good he has in view. It is only necessary that all of this power be constructively applied&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you blame God or the people around you, or even yourself, that you are not blessed and your Twin Soul and "one and only" is just not finding you, remember that s/he will stand before you when you can accept your exact mirror image. And not before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-8399226755894655449?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8399226755894655449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=8399226755894655449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8399226755894655449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8399226755894655449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/transmutation-transformation.html' title='Transmutation - Transformation'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4837343775495786587</id><published>2009-01-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:00:00.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holding on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><title type='text'>Letting Go vs. Holding On</title><content type='html'>When is it appropriate to “&lt;strong&gt;let go&lt;/strong&gt;” someone vs. to “&lt;strong&gt;hold on&lt;/strong&gt;” to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like someone is your Twin or could be your Twin but there are also things about them that make you wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a situation where you knew the right thing to do but you didn’t do the right thing out of loyalty to that person, or perhaps out of the addiction you have to that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have spent your childhood with that person or a big part of your adult life, and you can’t imagine them not being there anymore. But the pain you feel because of the choices they make, is almost unbearable. So when do you cut the line, draw the line, shift the line or do whatever you have to with “this line” and send them on their way so you don’t have to compromise your Self anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I had let a best friend of 12 years go because what I found out about her was so contradictory to my own beliefs and my own values, that she became the “test” for me to see if I would sell out or not. I struggled with the reality of judging her. I didn't want to judge her for the choices she made, and at the same time I wasn't willing to turn my head away from those parts that would jeopardize my own integrity. I let her go and today, more than 4 years later, I have no regrets about it. In fact, after our parting other people of much higher quality of character started to enter my life and life took a turn for the better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years later I tried to remember the blessings that came out of me sticking up for what is right and I tried to have a similar talk with a friend and it didn't go over too well. I found myself in a similar boat and I had to make the same decision once again. And it was harder this time, &lt;strong&gt;as most tests are&lt;/strong&gt;, even though it “shouldn’t” be. I struggled to “cut loose” and “let go” but I didn't want to “hold on” to the friendship either – because I overall realized that we had already lost whatever we had to hold on to for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a saying and &lt;strong&gt;belief&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whatever is mine cannot be taken away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So if it’s mine and I let it go, it will come back to me tenfold. If it doesn’t come back it was never mine to begin with. Why is it so hard to break other people’s hearts just so we can stay in integrity with our own karma and life journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did let go and today, more than 2 years later I see how it was the absolutely best thing, once again, for all parties involved. It took me a long time to get over hurting this person's feelings. Hard at first, heart-breaking even, but time is a great healer and new people of even higher integrity started to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later I was given the opportunity again, just to test myself one more time, the entire "sifting process" took less than a month. The healing process took less than a day. It's the way lessons work. The first time is hard, the second time is even harder. However, if we put our integrity (or God) at the top of our priority list, suddenly you realize that the third time is easy. And then suddenly you realize that you have a strength about your character that serves as a repellent and new people without integrity won't even come into your energetic field. And better yet, those that do come into your field because they want to change and they're looking to get nourishment from you. Now THAT is the true blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4837343775495786587?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4837343775495786587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4837343775495786587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4837343775495786587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4837343775495786587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/letting-go-vs-holding-on.html' title='Letting Go vs. Holding On'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-5667996060789636861</id><published>2009-01-12T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:00:39.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larson'/><title type='text'>Follow Your Vision</title><content type='html'>Christian Larson encourages us to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Follow the vision of the soul. Be true to your ideals no matter what may happen now. Then things will take a turn and the very things you wanted to happen will happen. “ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideal has a positive drawing power towards the higher, the greater and the superior. Whoever gives his attention constantly to the ideal, therefore, will steadily rise in the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take things as they are today and proceed at once to make them better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. “ Expect every change to lead you to something &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; and it will. As your faith is so shall it be. “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To be human is not to be weak. To be human is to be all that there is in man, and the greatness that is contained in the whole of man is marvelous indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself wanting to be weak and lowly and sit and dwell, feeling almost sorry for myself. Sulking in the “bad” and letting my energy sit low and dormant. It’s during those times that people who have tended to their self-discipline pick themselves up and say “no more, I’ve had enough of this” – and because of that tactic in spite of them wanting to stay “low” that they succeed. So if you feel weak and like you’re wanting to give up, remember that life comes and goes in cycles with a &lt;strong&gt;precise rhythm&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don’t give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, keep on going and enjoy every moment of it: the good and the seeming not so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-5667996060789636861?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5667996060789636861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=5667996060789636861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5667996060789636861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5667996060789636861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/follow-your-vision.html' title='Follow Your Vision'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-8174748709509871618</id><published>2009-01-11T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:07:24.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts of heaven'/><title type='text'>Gifts of Heaven - Helping our Soldiers</title><content type='html'>Someone had asked me what I meant by giving "gifts of heaven." We can give someone a material gift or even food and clothing, and it may mean the world to someone. As soon as the food is consumed and the clothing unuseable the gift deteriorates and possibly will be forgotten before long. And did it really have the lasting impact that you wanted to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts of heaven are gifts you retrieve from deep within yourself and bring out in a way so the other person will be a changed person for life. We all give gifts of heaven at all times, sometimes knowingly, and many times unknowingly. Perhaps you remember that one thing you heard someone say that resounded in your ears for many years to come. Little did that person know that they would have such an impact on your life, and yet it's because of where you were on your journey that their words were and are still so impactful in your life. Gifts of heaven cannot be bought and no dollar value can be assigned to it. Those are the gifts that we all long for. Gifts such as unconditional love, support, believing in someone no matter what, teaching someone to stand on their own two feet and the like. You have what it takes to give gifts of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I ask myself if I have given gifts of heaven to somone, be it in form of kindness or even a hug and a smile to a stranger when it was least expected. One of the things dear to my heart is supporting those that have been abandoned or feel abandoned. And whom better to serve than those who are stationed in the Middle East?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that many do not receive letters and care packages from home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you can send a letter or care package for the cost of regular US postage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two organizations I use to write letters to soldiers. Both are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/WhereToSend"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/WhereToSend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.soldiersangels.org/"&gt;http://www.soldiersangels.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With AnySoldier you can click on the soldier's name and read their requests. With SoldiersAngels you commit to a 3-month term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of ways you can contribute. You can write a letter for the cost of a mere US 1st class stamp and much of your heavenly gifts from within that may help a soldier carry on one more day. Or you can pool a few friends together and ask them each to donate just one item so you can create a care package for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time and GIVE of yourself. You may make a difference in another human being's life that may just help them stay alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-8174748709509871618?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8174748709509871618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=8174748709509871618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8174748709509871618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8174748709509871618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/gifts-of-heaven-helping-our-soldiers.html' title='Gifts of Heaven - Helping our Soldiers'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6225889445289945861</id><published>2009-01-11T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:40:22.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rivers'/><title type='text'>Streams, Brooks, Rivers and Seas</title><content type='html'>These last few weeks in my “absence” here on my blog have been a tremendous learning experience and I will do my very best to pass on my lessons in the hope and with the intention that you too may learn and grow. It has been a fantastic time to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks I have been getting various visions of &lt;strong&gt;rivers&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;creeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;streams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;brooks&lt;/strong&gt; and even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waterfalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At first all I understood and remembered were the scriptures that talk about rivers. My very name, &lt;strong&gt;Chaszey&lt;/strong&gt;, represents the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flow of a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, forever finding the path that is her. King Solomon tells us that “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” And John tells us that “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;streams of living water will flow from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” us. And David tells us that “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.” The &lt;strong&gt;City&lt;/strong&gt; he’s talking about is of course your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;innermost being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the little speck of light that you truly are. It is your &lt;strong&gt;God-Self&lt;/strong&gt;. We all know, or at least I hope that you know, that God (or whatever you call the Light Source) is everything, lives in all and is everywhere. It is that light source that is with you always, that shines a light on your path, even if you run from it, hide it or try to squash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting these various visions of these &lt;strong&gt;massive&lt;/strong&gt; rivers that flow with majesty and might and without making a seeming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yet the &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt; of these rivers is unshakeable, deep and almost frightening. Most of these types of rivers are wide, deep and they are fairly straight with large and wide bends, compared to the little creeks and streams. I suddenly realized that this is how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is supposed to be! Little creeks and streams bubble and make their path to eventually merge with one of those big, quiet, calm and yet powerful rivers, which eventually merges with the big sea again (God). So does this mean that we must have many "little" relationships that eventually will help us graduate to be able to hold the quantity of power that a real and lasting relationship can hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creeks and streams are &lt;strong&gt;shallow&lt;/strong&gt;, as can relationships be, although they make a lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;superficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; relationships. I realized that the rocks in a river bed that create the sounds and the bubbles and the foam on top of the sparkling water rushing in between their obstacles are just like us trying to &lt;strong&gt;squeeze people&lt;/strong&gt; into our lives that perhaps have no business being there in the first place. Imagine yourself standing at the bend of a river with a whistle and a red flag trying to command the river to take a left turn instead of a right turn. It doesn’t quite happen this way. Yet we continue to try to make people into something they are not. We want to direct the path of their river down our path to merge with our big and calm river, but we forget that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we have left our river in order to redirect theirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. All streams will eventually lead into a big and calm river and all rivers will run towards the big sea. And eventually the cycle and rhythm starts over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my lesson? While I may feel like a single and individual water drop and my ego wants to remain separate and unique, it is only when I willingly let myself merge with the big sea (God) that I have the whole power of the big sea on my side helping me to achieve what I have come to accomplish. It is not for me to remain a separate water drop, weak and alone and facing the drying out by the scorching sun. It also means that it's okay to have relationships, however far you take them is completely up to the two of you. Remember that there is karma, past lives together, memories from thousands of years ago, perhaps even from other galaxies, these memories are reflected in our every DNA as a holographic picture and we must get to a place where we can be free from memories, torture, and attachment so we can find the way home. All relationships will eventually lead to the "big relationship," the one and only. If you believe this, then you will most likely find this person in this life time. If you think this is a bunch of hog wash, then the Universe will accomodate that wish for you as a reality as well. You're the creator of your own experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, finding your Twin Soul will give you the reality of only looking back at yourself, you will find your exact mirror image, the person you have been all along: YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to find him or her you must be like the god-source or what will be reflecting back at you is just another person with whom you will walk side-by-side with for a while. Be a deep river, be the sea, be god within you, be your Twin Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is for me to help others guide to find their own river within and to let them take their own path down that stream and not to redirect their path the way I think it should be. Everyone is a brook, a stream, a river, perhaps you’re even as deep and quiet and powerful as the Amazon river – no matter where you are on your journey, know that your path is guiding you only in one direction: in the direction to be merged with the big sea (the light source within you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on living and tapping into that source of unlimited amount of power within you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6225889445289945861?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6225889445289945861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6225889445289945861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6225889445289945861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6225889445289945861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-last-few-weeks-in-my-absence-here.html' title='Streams, Brooks, Rivers and Seas'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-3691239541935017468</id><published>2009-01-11T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:21:47.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Viruses</title><content type='html'>I apologize once again for the delay in being here. My computer went back to the doctor for more virus removals. Interesting how my life can come to a full halt without the technology of a great computer. I took the chance to be outside and hike the hills of Marin. The past few days have been so incredibly gorgeous that I seemingly had no choice but seek out the local hills, mountains and water. I often hiked for 2+ hours, steep grades, with no one in sight for the entire hike. What a blessed time alone it was. Alone meaning no humans in sight... Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-3691239541935017468?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3691239541935017468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=3691239541935017468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/3691239541935017468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/3691239541935017468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-viruses.html' title='More Viruses'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6334531166420164743</id><published>2009-01-04T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:26:40.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mismatching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single family households'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce rate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Relationships and their Impact on our Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFufXquhmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Oc6DGyRKIzo/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287628922717898338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFufXquhmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Oc6DGyRKIzo/s200/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marriage, divorce and relationships in general have a huge impact on our health and overall well-being. Just this week our county suffered a tragic loss to suicide. A 25 year old young woman who shot herself to death because her boyfriend broke up with her. If you've never "been that low" I hope you can reserve judgment for people who do go to the edge where pain seems too overbearing. The woman was not only beautiful, she was successful, had a great job with lots of promises ahead - yet nothing seemed to heal her heart from her break-up with her boyfriend. Suicide seemed like her only way out. As a suicide prevention counselor I see the complaint about loneliness all too many times, and most never call the hotline to get help. It doesn't have to be this way. Yet this is the reality for so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says: "Let no man separate what God has joined together." (Please note that I am not religious and do not belong to any religious groups or churches.) If the word "joined" would have been translated accurately from the Hebrew, the word would actually have been "welded." Welding two people together, or anything that is welded together for that reason, cannot be ripped apart without damage to both parts. Any welder knows this, any jewelry maker knows this. Yet as people we rip apart our own marriages all day long.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/R6CieGaWGnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/8WOG5LS2FsY/s1600-h/couple-fighting-pic.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFulvtew-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/71mCCs67q8Q/s1600-h/hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287629032251114466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFulvtew-I/AAAAAAAAAyA/71mCCs67q8Q/s200/hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if we forgot to pay attention to the middle part of the sentence? "Let now man separate WHAT GOD has welded together." What if your marriage wasn't welded together by God at all? What if it's us humans getting infatuation confused with unconditional and true love, which causes us to squeeze a square peg into a round hole? Can we truly say then that God put the marriage together? Some of you may say: "Well, we are all gods, God acts through us, therefore, we are gods of our own lives." Yes, that is very well true - we are also told that "The Heart is deceitful above all things." Knowing that full well, I also know that now looking back, my "red flags" came along right with the feelings of love, of wanting to truly make it work, of wanting to be "at home" with this person for the rest of our lives: "Until Death Do Us Part." I shrugged the red flags under the rug and only looked at the good feelings and intentions, hoping the red flags would disappear over time, or be transformed over time. Ah, I was notorious for HOPING that he'll change, or that IT will change. And it never does, does it Ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now in hindsight, almost 4 years later, I have learned this wisdom. God never welded together our marriage at all. THAT was the thing we tried to do for almost 15 years, we tried to weld and mold and join and weld some more. But it would never stick long enough. It was exhausting to say the least. And our marriage never welded, never joined, we never succeeded at squeezing the square peg into a round hole...&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/R6CjGmaWGoI/AAAAAAAAALA/RzyfmqrE-A0/s1600-h/dogs+saying+i+love+you.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let’s look at some statistics (Source for all statistics: &lt;a href="http://www.divorcereforum.org/"&gt;http://www.divorcereforum.org/&lt;/a&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFutxajUxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/YIak8KrAmzo/s1600-h/Krug,+zerbrochen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287629170147545874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFutxajUxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/YIak8KrAmzo/s200/Krug,+zerbrochen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. America has the highest divorce rate in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The number of divorces has quadrupled from 4.3 million in 1970 to 18.3 in 1996 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Divorces cost Americans $33.3 Billion each year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Each divorce costs the government approximately $30,000 in increased food stamps, juvenile delinquencies and increased bankruptcies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. 75% of all divorces are initiated by women (I heard that 85% of women today don't even want to get married anymore) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Divorce counts for a major reason of suicide amongst males&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. There are almost 1 million attempted suicides each year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. 50% of all children involved never see their fathers again one year after the divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Children in single family households are twice as likely to develop serious psychiatric illnesses and addictions later in life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Approximately 1 million children each year are affected by divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Fatherless homes account for:&lt;br /&gt;• 63% of youth suicides&lt;br /&gt;• 90% of homeless / runaway children&lt;br /&gt;• 85% of children with behavior problems&lt;br /&gt;• 71% of high school dropouts&lt;br /&gt;• 85% of youth in prison&lt;br /&gt;• 50+ % of teen mothers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFu6WrxYuI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/38GRPo8unME/s1600-h/Man+Woman+Giving,+Pots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287629386310312674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFu6WrxYuI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/38GRPo8unME/s200/Man+Woman+Giving,+Pots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this statistic have to do with chronic illness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. I believe that most illness is caused by stress.&lt;br /&gt;b. I believe that most stress in today's world is caused by &lt;strong&gt;mismatching&lt;/strong&gt; ourselves with the wrong people (not only our marriage or love partners, this also includes the families we live with, the friends we choose, the bosses we choose to work for, and the overall environment we set up around ourselves). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY DO WE DO THIS TO OURSELVES? And for what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we suffer "in the name of love?" There is not much love there trying to squeeze a square peg into a round hole, hoping for the square peg to one day fit. It'll never fit. Just like Hydrogen and Peroxide will never make water, a wrongly matched couple will never create anything productive and useful for humanity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you asking yourself just about now: "I wonder if I'm with the right partner." Then read between your own lines, because your answer is within that same question... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing wrong with waiting for the "one and only" - your Twin Soul. On the contrary: bliss and true love await...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6334531166420164743?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6334531166420164743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6334531166420164743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6334531166420164743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6334531166420164743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/relationships-and-their-impact-on-our.html' title='Relationships and their Impact on our Society'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SWFufXquhmI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Oc6DGyRKIzo/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-182557689848650310</id><published>2009-01-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:23:13.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueprint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita and Joel McInnis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaszey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flow'/><title type='text'>How to Be Detached to the Outcome - Poem about Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SV69sPsykoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/93q9XSPzYg4/s1600-h/River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286871580405830274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SV69sPsykoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/93q9XSPzYg4/s200/River.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following poem was written by &lt;strong&gt;Rita and Joel McInnis&lt;/strong&gt;. The title of the poem is called "Flow." The poem happens to describe the meaning of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and it happens to be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blueprint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by which I want to live my life. Perhaps you'll understand yourself a little better after reading it yourself and I certainly hope you can find some guidance for living a more "detached" life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading this poem helps me especially when I want to "let go" of controlling the speed by which my Twin Soul enters my life. When I'm angry and frustrated that he is not here yet, 100% available to me, then I find comfort in this poem. I hope you do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be As water is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without friction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Flow&lt;/span&gt; around the edges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of those within your path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surround within your ever-moving depths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those who come to rest there – &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfold them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While never for a moment holding on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accept whatever distance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others are moved within your &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;flow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be with them gently &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As far as they allow your strength to take them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And fill with your own being &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The remaining space when they are left behind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When dropping down life’s rapids &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Froth and bubble into fragments if you must &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing that the one of you now many &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will just as many times be one again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when you’ve gone as far as you can go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quietly await your next beginning... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-182557689848650310?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/182557689848650310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=182557689848650310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/182557689848650310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/182557689848650310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-be-detached-to-outcome-poem.html' title='How to Be Detached to the Outcome - Poem about Flow'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SV69sPsykoI/AAAAAAAAAxw/93q9XSPzYg4/s72-c/River.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4615025513543098352</id><published>2008-12-31T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:43:46.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Twin Souls Video</title><content type='html'>When you have 6 minutes to spare, this is a great video about Twin Souls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEucX_24VRg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEucX_24VRg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or click here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEucX_24VRg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEucX_24VRg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4615025513543098352?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4615025513543098352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4615025513543098352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4615025513543098352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4615025513543098352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-twin-souls-video.html' title='Great Twin Souls Video'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2176609207707407175</id><published>2008-12-31T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:28:57.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sperm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groceries'/><title type='text'>Women Make Things Grow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVw-wBs6AqI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nsT42knzEIw/s1600-h/bluewomanstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286169057437549218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVw-wBs6AqI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nsT42knzEIw/s200/bluewomanstars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent this quote to me today, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a woman, she will make &lt;strong&gt;greater&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you give her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sperm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she'll give you a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you give her a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she'll give you a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you give her &lt;strong&gt;groceries&lt;/strong&gt;, she'll give you a &lt;strong&gt;meal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you give her a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she'll give you her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;multiplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;enlarges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, if you give her any &lt;strong&gt;crap&lt;/strong&gt;, be ready to receive a ton of &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the posts about the &lt;strong&gt;sun&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;trees&lt;/strong&gt; and read about how a woman can only reflect back to a man what he first gave to her. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVw-4fb0MrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/135E9ZAI-TM/s1600-h/earthwomannice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286169202857882290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVw-4fb0MrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/135E9ZAI-TM/s200/earthwomannice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound like it is a man's fault when things go wrong, and that is not what I am saying at all. If that is what you're reading between the lines then you're probably one of those men who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things on her &lt;strong&gt;PMS&lt;/strong&gt; or her &lt;strong&gt;moodiness&lt;/strong&gt; and refrain from taking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;personal responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the first place. Only you would know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to try it! Pick a woman, any woman (if you're married hopefully you pick her). Treat her like she is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of this country, literally. Give her the &lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;admiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she would deserve if she was truly the Queen (even if you think she doesn't deserve it). Fake it if you must. Give her the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;emotional security&lt;/strong&gt; she deserves as a Queen (even if you think she doesn't deserve it). Fake it if you must. Do it out of duty if you must (at first). And watch what will happen over the following few days and weeks. Notice her change and start to &lt;strong&gt;open up&lt;/strong&gt; like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, watch her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;radiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like she has never &lt;strong&gt;beamed &lt;/strong&gt;before.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVw_FKDZyWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JC_hTyuz15I/s1600-h/yes,+red,+0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286169420456642914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVw_FKDZyWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/JC_hTyuz15I/s200/yes,+red,+0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report your stories back to this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams, wishes and hard work come to fruition in 2009 and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember that God gave you the gift of life. What you do with your life is your gift back to God...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2176609207707407175?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2176609207707407175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2176609207707407175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2176609207707407175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2176609207707407175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/women-make-things-grow.html' title='Women Make Things Grow...'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVw-wBs6AqI/AAAAAAAAAxY/nsT42knzEIw/s72-c/bluewomanstars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-3734164899325121427</id><published>2008-12-30T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:08:37.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding ring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='key'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='without'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling from within'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>The Prison Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVqbPnFO3SI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/e0f7JPK0jWI/s1600-h/water+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285707805163969826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVqbPnFO3SI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/e0f7JPK0jWI/s200/water+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many years after his miraculous escape from prison, a tinsmith recounts what made his escape possible. His wife, a weaver, had woven the design of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to his &lt;strong&gt;prison cell&lt;/strong&gt; ino the prayer rug upon which he prayed five times a day. Realizing that the prayer rug contained the design of his cell's lock, he struck a deal with his jailers to get tools to make small artifacts, which the jailers then sold and profited from. Meanwhile, he also used the tools to create a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to his cell, and one day made his &lt;strong&gt;escape&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story is that &lt;strong&gt;understanding&lt;/strong&gt; the design of the lock that keeps us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imprisoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can help us create the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that will unlock it. It also describes the condition of most of humanity: &lt;strong&gt;imprisoned in the labyrinth of our own lives&lt;/strong&gt;. At times of a crisis feelings such as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inadequacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;deficiency&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emptiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;lonliness&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unhappiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we may get some insight glimpse to our true &lt;strong&gt;confinement&lt;/strong&gt;. The prison we're in has been created by us, and the key to unluck this prison is within us as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVqagW3I1xI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SeQrwsjMUi0/s1600-h/Wedding+Bands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285706993356035858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVqagW3I1xI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SeQrwsjMUi0/s200/Wedding+Bands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little while ago I had a conversation with a 52 year old single man told me that while he is looking for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the love of his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, all his married buddies don't want to go home to their wives. They feel like their homes have become their &lt;strong&gt;prisons&lt;/strong&gt;. We had an interesting discussion about &lt;strong&gt;marriage&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;home life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, being &lt;strong&gt;devoted&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dedicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to another person and putting that &lt;strong&gt;ring&lt;/strong&gt; on the finger. What does it all mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having been married myself for 15 years and now having been single for nearly 5 years, I understand the "dilemma" of finding "&lt;strong&gt;the one and only&lt;/strong&gt;" and I too think about whether or not I ever want to get married again. After a disussion with a good friend we came to the conclusion that married people go home because they "&lt;strong&gt;have to&lt;/strong&gt;." Single people go home because they "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." I'm grossly generalizing, of course, but perhaps you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285706784186040898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVqaULpIAkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/JNlZ0N03sSw/s200/old+sweethearts+in+hammock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The way I see it for me is that I first need to &lt;strong&gt;realize&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I am living in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;self created prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I created it, I can also &lt;strong&gt;create the key&lt;/strong&gt; to get out of it. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" is &lt;strong&gt;freedom&lt;/strong&gt; and yet paradoxically "&lt;strong&gt;out there&lt;/strong&gt;" really means "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Only when I am free within can I be free without and can I attract my other (also free) &lt;strong&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/strong&gt;. And together we can live a life free from burdens and "&lt;strong&gt;shoulds&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should nots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and enjoy the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that comes from "&lt;strong&gt;letting be&lt;/strong&gt;" and complete &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;detachment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love for 2009! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-3734164899325121427?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3734164899325121427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=3734164899325121427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/3734164899325121427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/3734164899325121427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/prison-within.html' title='The Prison Within'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVqbPnFO3SI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/e0f7JPK0jWI/s72-c/water+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4896473021984444549</id><published>2008-12-28T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:53:07.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVfKdRH6BzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ep0uD16inhA/s1600-h/girl+blowing+fairy+dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284915291904149298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVfKdRH6BzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ep0uD16inhA/s200/girl+blowing+fairy+dust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you so much, my Twin Soul! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched one of the most amazing movies this past week. It's called "&lt;strong&gt;The Notebook&lt;/strong&gt;." What an incredible story of love, til the end. I sobbed and cried - it made me think, it made me grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching the movie I went to bed and felt compelled to read the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I love God's &lt;strong&gt;wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; and how he constantly cares for me and helps me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I learned that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It dawned on me that I get &lt;strong&gt;fearful&lt;/strong&gt; when I think of you being with someone else or you never coming into my life, or me failing to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you when you show up. But according to the above, there is no fear in love. And &lt;strong&gt;perfect love drives out fear&lt;/strong&gt;. The message I get is that fear has to do with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;punishing myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but what do I punish myself for over and over again? I’m done punishing myself. I don’t want to hurt anymore, I just want to love you &lt;strong&gt;unconditionally&lt;/strong&gt; and endlessly. Then I read the following, perhaps you’ve heard it before. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVfKlejzkoI/AAAAAAAAAwo/oV933eWk_eM/s1600-h/heart+shaped+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284915432949781122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVfKlejzkoI/AAAAAAAAAwo/oV933eWk_eM/s200/heart+shaped+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is &lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;, love is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It does not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it does not &lt;strong&gt;boast&lt;/strong&gt;, it is not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is not &lt;strong&gt;rude&lt;/strong&gt;, it is not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;self-seeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is not easily &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;angered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it keeps no &lt;strong&gt;record of wrongs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but rejoices with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;protects&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trusts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;perseveres&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love never fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I see so clearly how I am not &lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt; with those around me, definitely not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at times. I can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;self-seeking&lt;/strong&gt;, only &lt;strong&gt;worried&lt;/strong&gt; about my own hurt, definitely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and yes, at times I hold a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;record of wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of all the things that have happened to me. I delighted in my &lt;strong&gt;misery&lt;/strong&gt; and I failed at protecting us, did not trust God, gave up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and did not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I fail when I go against all of these and actually push you away from me, rather than attracting you closer to me, and I’m gaining a new perspective of what it means to truly love someone. I had tried in my marriage, and I failed then. I am given a &lt;strong&gt;second chance&lt;/strong&gt; and I don’t want to make mistakes that have to do with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVfK7f1G-oI/AAAAAAAAAww/mxQn7JD4-KQ/s1600-h/hearts+and+math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284915811247913602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVfK7f1G-oI/AAAAAAAAAww/mxQn7JD4-KQ/s200/hearts+and+math.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to succeed at loving you! Because you and we so deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that as my Twin Soul you will stand before me as my exact &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mirror image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If I am fearful of love then you are unable to show up in front of me, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fear would keep you far from me. I get it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am giving you permission to call me on this. I vow that I will do my best to always be &lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt; with you and those around me, to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to you and those around me, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;protect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you and us, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you, to continually &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; and to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I want my love for you to always succeed. If I fail it’s not on purpose (and you know that I will stumble many more times), it’s because somehow I must feel that I need to punish myself. Please &lt;strong&gt;guide me&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gently but firmly. Remind me, ask me if I am walking in love. Ask for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so I won’t hurt us, and &lt;strong&gt;hold me&lt;/strong&gt; while I regain my ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4896473021984444549?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4896473021984444549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4896473021984444549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4896473021984444549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4896473021984444549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-you-so-much-my-twin-soul-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVfKdRH6BzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ep0uD16inhA/s72-c/girl+blowing+fairy+dust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4816221732661940185</id><published>2008-12-24T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:26:27.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and Viruses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVJ-vCeYueI/AAAAAAAAAwY/edGIwtQC69s/s1600-h/Pointsettia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283424659442285026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVJ-vCeYueI/AAAAAAAAAwY/edGIwtQC69s/s200/Pointsettia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee - what a couple of weeks it's been. My computer contracted a &lt;strong&gt;virus&lt;/strong&gt; slash &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and slowly but surely things started to go wrong, until it wouldn't start at all anymore. I just got it back yesterday, and it still doesn't work right. I apologize for the lack of entries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being without a computer, when all you do is with the computer, is an interesting experience. Suddenly you're options of expression are a &lt;strong&gt;notebook&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and good old in-person &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I got a lot of those things done these past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing everyone a great holiday season and a splendid New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chaszey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4816221732661940185?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4816221732661940185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4816221732661940185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4816221732661940185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4816221732661940185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-and-viruses.html' title='Christmas and Viruses'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SVJ-vCeYueI/AAAAAAAAAwY/edGIwtQC69s/s72-c/Pointsettia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-7987378033503649645</id><published>2008-12-14T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:28:14.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remorse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood pressure'/><title type='text'>Breaking Bowls - Breaking Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVUnbEQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gBQCksDy8bY/s1600-h/soundVisualizer.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279719174419051186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVUnbEQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gBQCksDy8bY/s200/soundVisualizer.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent me an e-mail to yesterday’s post, asking what was the “&lt;strong&gt;thing&lt;/strong&gt;” that made me choose to end the relationship and if I would ever “&lt;strong&gt;take him back&lt;/strong&gt;.” The answers bare to be posted here, because I understand that there are so many out there in similar situations who are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not “one thing” that made me leave, it was an &lt;strong&gt;accumulation&lt;/strong&gt; of pains and hurts &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;over time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was the continual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;begging to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being hurt and the &lt;strong&gt;continual abandonment&lt;/strong&gt; and being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ignored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in my request. In the end it came down to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm a &lt;strong&gt;strong woman&lt;/strong&gt; and I need to be led &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;powerfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by my man just like the sun controls the entire galaxy and the moon reflects her sun's rays of sunlight, I too could only reflect what he first gave me. I started to &lt;strong&gt;wither&lt;/strong&gt; under his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheating rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not knowing how to deal with it, how to reflect it back to him. I brought my sorrow to him and asked him to deal with it and fix it. He wouldn't. He continued hurting me. Perhaps that's why people's first reaction is to go out and cheat too. I function very differently when it comes to hurt and I certainly would never want to cause the pain I feel on the other person. I want to &lt;strong&gt;overcome evil with good&lt;/strong&gt;. But the good I did wasn't enough, he continued hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone lies to you and they come forward with the &lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt;, show &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ask for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;whatever it takes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, including bending over backwards, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;restoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that broken trust, over time you can perhaps &lt;strong&gt;regain your trust&lt;/strong&gt; in that person. Of course, best would have been if the lie never would have been told in the first place. In the case of continual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheating or continued lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter what the situation is, it’s a whole different ballgame for me. You can’t cheat on someone knowing that it hurts the other person and give a lame “I’m sorry” and expect trust to be restored when in fact you have no intention to stop hurting that person you supposedly love so much. Life and love don’t function this way. Abuse perhaps does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s more important in a relationship: Love or Trust?&lt;br /&gt;Can you live with Love but without Trust?&lt;br /&gt;Can you live with Trust but without Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion &lt;strong&gt;Trust &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; Love&lt;/strong&gt;. I can’t live with Love but without Trust, because they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;are one and the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVUxlaxMyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/WwTcN-AUmRU/s1600-h/1669-milford-sound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279719348996485922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVUxlaxMyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/WwTcN-AUmRU/s200/1669-milford-sound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we became more and more &lt;strong&gt;intertwined&lt;/strong&gt; in each other and we started to feel what each other was feeling even when we were apart, when one awoke in the middle of the night to feel the other person’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and when I started to be so in tune with his body and spirit that I could slip into his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bloodstream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to “float &lt;strong&gt;around and have a look&lt;/strong&gt;” to the point where I could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see his blood pressure go up or down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it became increasingly difficult to feeling unsafe with that very same person. It will always be beyond me how anyone can say that they love someone and turn around and sleep with someone else. He could have spit in my face and it wouldn't have been as &lt;strong&gt;degrading&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hurtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got to a point where I would literally feel him having been with this other person. I felt it on &lt;strong&gt;every level of my being&lt;/strong&gt;. It felt as though &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miniature soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were inside of me &lt;strong&gt;cutting in half &lt;/strong&gt;my every &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;blood cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, every &lt;strong&gt;molecule&lt;/strong&gt; and every &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;atom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my being. &lt;strong&gt;I literally felt sliced in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anticipation and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of having to go through so much pain over and over again caused me get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;curled&lt;/span&gt; up in a fetal position&lt;/strong&gt; on my couch or in my bed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and asking “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” and “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;please make it stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” and “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;please stop hurting me so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” over and over again to the point where I would feel like I was about to throw up. I never got an answer that made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There came a time when I asked myself why I would put myself through so much agony - what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us have a replica of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;golden bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; somewhere on another plane. Each bowl consists of a &lt;strong&gt;unique sound&lt;/strong&gt;, it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;your sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it is what makes you tick, it is what you use to get back into balance. We hear this sound on a daily basis as we go through life. Whether it be from a car zooming by, a bird chirping, a door closing or a person talking. This tone of yours is present all around you and you pick it up completely subconsciously as you go through life. Without hearing or making this tone you would literally die. It’s the vibration of this tone that holds everything together (yes, even deaf people can “hear” this sound). That’s why some people’s voices are soothing to you and others are irritating to you. Some speak “your tone” and others conflict with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language of the &lt;strong&gt;Native Americans&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVU32yhQPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/MbtbVtfsCLc/s1600-h/golden+bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279719456738722034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVU32yhQPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/MbtbVtfsCLc/s200/golden+bowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is soley comprised of these sounds. The goddess &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was given the key to unlock the sounds by the God &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that would allow her to instantly manifest anything she wanted. When you are so in love with another person that you can “&lt;strong&gt;hear&lt;/strong&gt;” their bowl resounding just by you touching them is when you know you’ve got a once in a life time chance of having a relationship that can’t be manufactured, can’t be learned, can’t be obtained, can’t be tweaked at a therapist’s office, such a relationship “just is.” No effort needed to making you sink into each other and becoming truly one being. Your bowls become one. When you have such a relationship you know you have reached heaven on earth and you protect it with all your might; nothing becomes as important as protecting and fostering and nurturing the growth and safety of this sacred and holy union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we had this opportunity and I also believe that he destroyed it by not protecting it and by &lt;strong&gt;shattering&lt;/strong&gt; our bowl. And so I walk away broken-hearted, perhaps until another life time when he's ready to see what I see, and know what I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me I “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saw and heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” more than he did and &lt;strong&gt;his actions shattered the bowl&lt;/strong&gt; we both shared together. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;little girl in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went on for weeks picking up the &lt;strong&gt;broken&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pieces&lt;/strong&gt;, trying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;silently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to put them back together, only so he would shatter them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I woke up in the middle of the night over and over again, &lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt;, waking up for days on out with &lt;strong&gt;swollen eyes&lt;/strong&gt;, not feeling like I was heard or taken seriously, but feeling like I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nailed to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; each time he was with this other person, that I realized that I was the one allowing this pain to continue for as long as I didn’t stop it. Yes, love shouldn’t be this way, it shouldn’t hurt this way. Your partner should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hear you and hold you sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;whatever it takes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to heal the pain, especially when he is the cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I ever take him back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVVHOykPrI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QMo9BMyy4YE/s1600-h/torn+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279719720879406770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVVHOykPrI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QMo9BMyy4YE/s200/torn+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't believe in going backwards and I dislike it when people say: "&lt;strong&gt;I want things the way they were back when&lt;/strong&gt;." We are a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;moving&lt;/strong&gt; and ever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evolving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people. You can never bring things back, you can create new experiences and new memories. Having said that, the fact remains that he still feels so much like he was my &lt;strong&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/strong&gt;, and I am trying to sort out in my meditations if it is possible for one half to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lag behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" on the spiritual journey by so much distance that he could put his other half through so much &lt;strong&gt;torture&lt;/strong&gt;. Logically speaking people are unique and on their own individual journey, of which parts are walked alongside others. We never have the exact and identical journey as another person, it's what makes us humans, it's this thing called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;free will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;freedom of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that what remains for me to look at is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;character trait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he has of &lt;strong&gt;being able to hurt me&lt;/strong&gt; in ways that I have never been hurt before. And doing it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and in spite of me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;begging to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am concerned that even if he had a change of heart, that eventually and over time he would revert back to a cheating stance and let me down again. During my own 14 year marriage I had &lt;strong&gt;one thought&lt;/strong&gt; of being unfaithful to my husband, it was during a most unhappy and abandoned time in my marriage, and I remember &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feeling the guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the thought. It bothered me so much that I confessed it within just a few days of having had the thought. I felt terrible about letting my husband down, even if only in my mind. He graced me with &lt;strong&gt;mercy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forgave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cheating or even the thought of it is simply unthinkable to me, I just don't have it in me. And I &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVVYTaLW7I/AAAAAAAAAwA/K4WTy7mzaQI/s1600-h/music+note.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279720014177065906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVVYTaLW7I/AAAAAAAAAwA/K4WTy7mzaQI/s200/music+note.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would like to think that my Twin Soul doesn't have it in him either. The fact that this person does have it in him and not only that, but &lt;strong&gt;continued to slice me in half over and over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;, knowing and seeing me in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tells me that he just doesn't care to provide that safe space for me that he demands for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end he's made his choice more than once, and to this day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the little girl is on her knees picking up the pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to making her bowl whole again. Will I regret having let the most beautiful relationship go? The only regret is not knowing what could have been. The relationship was so beautiful that when my true Twin Soul shows up it will truly be &lt;strong&gt;earth shattering&lt;/strong&gt;. If this guy was a "taste" of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what's to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then watch out because it will be truly magnificant. So I have only &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;empathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;safety&lt;/strong&gt; to look foward to. Something this person wasn't willing to truly offer me whole heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had also asked if I was having any &lt;strong&gt;hard feelings&lt;/strong&gt; towards this person and how I managed to let him go in peace. In all honesty, I do have hard feelings towards him and it's a continual struggle for me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sever the cords and ties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He will always be such an integral piece of who I am and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;every heartbeat of mine pumps a holographic replica of our union through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's as if I can't get rid of him or his memory, no matter how hard I try. I work on &lt;strong&gt;forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt; daily, even hourly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, time is a great healer. And whether or not I'll ever be able to rid myself of these holographic memory patterns in my blood stream and energetic field is not so important as it is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrap him up in the golden light that spells love and forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know what his future holds, this relationship we had may just have been the only true relationship he ever experiences, leaving him searching and longing for the rest of his life, regreting having let go the most beautiful thing he ever had. That would be a shame indeed, because nothing is worse than having let go your one true love when it was in your power to nourish it and grow it and make it be whatever you wanted it to be. If he truly knew and felt what his actions put me through, I'm sure he wouldn't have done it. &lt;strong&gt;Ignorance is bliss&lt;/strong&gt; in many situations. I gave up the right to be ignorant a long time ago. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVXbm5pqUI/AAAAAAAAAwI/oTDGo9RQ6-I/s1600-h/music%2520note.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279722269972212034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUVXbm5pqUI/AAAAAAAAAwI/oTDGo9RQ6-I/s200/music%2520note.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, he is a &lt;strong&gt;wonderful person&lt;/strong&gt; and has so many qualities that I have longed for in a man. If there ever was a person I felt like I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clicked with in unison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it is him. If there ever was someone I felt truly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with, it's him. If there was every anyone I could see myself &lt;strong&gt;grow old with&lt;/strong&gt;, it's him. If there was ever a man I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to, it's him. Unfortunately, when I pushed against him and told him to stay away, he &lt;strong&gt;obliged&lt;/strong&gt; instead of pushing against me and leading me even harder, telling me and showing me that he truly felt the same. He crumbled, he gave in and gave up, instead I needed him to man up. If there is one thing I have learned it's that we can't &lt;strong&gt;squeeze square pegs into round holes&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter the pounding, the edges will never be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;round enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;perfect fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So let go of the tiresome and unnecessary work and see it as an amazing learning experience. I love him for giving me the gift to stay strong and to stay true to myself; for allowing me to walk through the fire, no matter how much it hurts. When I said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't call or come by anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" his response was "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry the timing for our relationship was off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Instead I needed him to come from a place of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll do whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my future is concerned, it looks &lt;strong&gt;shiny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;filled with true love&lt;/strong&gt; because it is all I have to offer. I don't have it in me to hurt someone else, to cheat, to lie and deceive. I gave up living like that a long time ago, it takes too much energy to be something that I am not. I'm a lot more at peace being the woman I have come to be. A Tigress she is. It's just going to take the right man, her Twin Soul, who is willing to &lt;strong&gt;step up to the plate&lt;/strong&gt; and bring her forth and out into the open where she can live in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, knowing that her love will always hold her in &lt;strong&gt;utmost safety&lt;/strong&gt; and would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never do anything to hurt her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I look forward to that day and I know that day is just around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love to you, Readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-7987378033503649645?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7987378033503649645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=7987378033503649645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/7987378033503649645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/7987378033503649645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-bowls.html' title='Breaking Bowls - 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What Went Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR4Vs33tTI/AAAAAAAAAuo/48bOMzTVjHs/s1600-h/Dahlke05-yin-yang-mandala-doppelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279476977403147570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR4Vs33tTI/AAAAAAAAAuo/48bOMzTVjHs/s200/Dahlke05-yin-yang-mandala-doppelt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times have you heard someone say: "&lt;strong&gt;We live only once&lt;/strong&gt;." (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Therefore, let's go out and commit all the evil we can while we have a chance...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live and sleep around as if we truly did live only once. Unfortunately what takes place on a spiritual level when two people merge their bodies, be in in the way of true &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love or a "&lt;strong&gt;quickie&lt;/strong&gt;" with someone with "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no strings attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," matters and shapes your &lt;strong&gt;energetic DNA&lt;/strong&gt; and your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;future life times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have heard of the "&lt;strong&gt;law of balance&lt;/strong&gt;," or at least of something called "&lt;strong&gt;duality&lt;/strong&gt;." Up and down, in and out, as above so below, and so on. Everything that happens on this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;physical plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also happens on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;non-physical level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. When we &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt; we leave this physical body, this shell if you will, behind. We take with us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the memory of what we have experienced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in this life time as well as all previous life times. Based on these memories we &lt;strong&gt;formulate the lessons&lt;/strong&gt; we need to learn in our future life times to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR4bGbfoHI/AAAAAAAAAuw/3FPufMEWPD0/s1600-h/earth-yin-yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477070162796658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR4bGbfoHI/AAAAAAAAAuw/3FPufMEWPD0/s200/earth-yin-yang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most know that we have what's called an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just like a &lt;strong&gt;flame&lt;/strong&gt; on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gives out a beautiful light around its flame, we too have a flame inside of us, which is our &lt;strong&gt;soul&lt;/strong&gt;, and it too gives out a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beautiful light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around us, which we call aura. This aura is of an energetic nature and can have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rips and tears and streaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in it just like any other &lt;strong&gt;fabric&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything and everyone we encounter, whether in our real body or just inside our minds, shapes and colors our aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in a room with another person immediately affects your aura, for the better or worse, depending on the other person's energy and your weakness or strength to uphold your own &lt;strong&gt;frequency&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recharge batteries with masculine and feminine energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, our bodies get recharged by merging our physical bodies with our counterparts. We need this life giving and life sustaining merging in order to recharge our batteries (our bodies) and continue on with life. Merging with just anybody can have detrimental effects on our bodies. It's of utmost importance that we merge with only the person who is as close to equal as possible to our energetic charge or our battery (body) gets damaged. Electricity always &lt;strong&gt;travels downhill faster&lt;/strong&gt; than it does uphill. The same principle applies when you merge your body with someone whose energetic callibration is of a much lesser strength than yours. You being the higher vibrational being are being pulled down much faster than the other person is raised to your frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR4rcIwQBI/AAAAAAAAAu4/b5eZhV3__8k/s1600-h/hearts+and+math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477350867681298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR4rcIwQBI/AAAAAAAAAu4/b5eZhV3__8k/s200/hearts+and+math.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merging your body in ecstasy with the right person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, your Twin Soul, opens up your channels to &lt;strong&gt;art&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;innovation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;progress&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;inventions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and everything good in life. We always merge our energies with people we meet physically or even only on a mental level. Where this meeting becomes even more powerful is if our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bodily fluids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; become part of this &lt;strong&gt;exchange&lt;/strong&gt;. It is during these interactions that energy exchanges become actual &lt;strong&gt;links&lt;/strong&gt; like those in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DNA strands become interlocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The person you want to be interlocked with forever is your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not some stranger you met at the local bar for a one night stand. Unfortunately that person's DNA is now interlocked with you too, long after you've already forgotten his name, if you ever even got his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our auras are affected to certain levels of degrees. If you look at a &lt;strong&gt;child&lt;/strong&gt; you see its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pure aura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; surrounding its being. If you look at a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prostitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you see her aura of a &lt;strong&gt;tainted and merky&lt;/strong&gt; matter. The more physical partners anyone has had, the more "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;watered down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," &lt;strong&gt;distorted&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; their aura looks and feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexual intercourse&lt;/strong&gt; creates an even more intense bond energetically and physically, than if you're just shaking a person's hand and sit next to them during a business dinner. Allowing a man to penetrate you is allowing him to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;interlock your DNA with his on a forever plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Receiving and absorbing his physical bodily fluids fills your DNA with the entire blueprint of all of his memories, this life time as well as past life times. In fact, the Sanskrit's believe that a woman who sleeps with a man takes on his entire karma at the time of intercourse. Energy strands known as "&lt;strong&gt;cords&lt;/strong&gt;" remain attached to both of you, long after your relationship is over. His energy is with you for years and life times to come, until your karma with this person is resolved. It should take an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;act of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be willing to take on another person's karma and live with them &lt;strong&gt;for life and help each other resolve each other's karma&lt;/strong&gt;, rather than enjoy a few thrills of bodily orgasms, which only serve to add to your current karma rather than reduce it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR43NMB9zI/AAAAAAAAAvA/1o6wgvpegnw/s1600-h/Wedding+Bands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477553013323570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR43NMB9zI/AAAAAAAAAvA/1o6wgvpegnw/s200/Wedding+Bands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two people who are truly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twin Souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are able to literally &lt;strong&gt;feed each other through these cords&lt;/strong&gt;, anything from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;energetic foods of positive thoughts to spurts of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This cord is their lifeline to each other. It's this person you want to &lt;strong&gt;interlock&lt;/strong&gt; with for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because your &lt;strong&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/strong&gt; in essence is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;replica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of you, it is you, your &lt;strong&gt;mirror image&lt;/strong&gt;, you only reversed. Anyone else is an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intruder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and will cause your energy to dissipate over time, making you sick physically and mentally, incapable of thinking straight or producing anything of value in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our planet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's where we all live and enjoy her &lt;strong&gt;boundless resources&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine if we just took and took and took and took and completely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;depleted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;her resources, we'd have no home left to live in. The same goes for our bodies. Our body is our home, we have to watch our resources (energy) and how we spend our energy. We can't give our energy out freely and merge with people we have no business merging with. In doing so we only deplete our own planet, our own body. Just like we can't use the planet as a &lt;strong&gt;dumpsite&lt;/strong&gt;, we can't use our body to feed it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (sex that is not based on love and is not based on rejuvinating both partners).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This doesn't mean that we should only have sex with the person we married, especially not if you realize that the person you married was the wrong person for you in the first place. In doing so you only further &lt;strong&gt;damaging your own body&lt;/strong&gt;, your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;spiritual journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on this plane. Instead, remove yourself from that person, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cleanse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yourself of that person's &lt;strong&gt;energy&lt;/strong&gt;, their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and your karma with them. Merge with only one person who is your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so you can gain the highest benefit from your "&lt;strong&gt;battery recharging system&lt;/strong&gt;." Look at this union as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bucket or container&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into which both of you pour your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;heart-energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR5CSGWB-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/5li60d4m6r8/s1600-h/170746_f520%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477743310211042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR5CSGWB-I/AAAAAAAAAvI/5li60d4m6r8/s200/170746_f520%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the bucket is full you can feed off of it for a long time to come, when the container is empty you fill it up again (by having more sex). But you never, ever pour the energy out of the bucket onto the floor where it would spill and go to waste, by merging your sacred energy with &lt;strong&gt;somone other&lt;/strong&gt; than your Twin Soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are being &lt;strong&gt;cheated on&lt;/strong&gt; or you're the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, than you're taking the contents of this sacred container and you're wasting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what has been poured in holiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Your aura will reflect this spill and the aura of the person whom you're cheating on will reflect this lack in forms of rips and shreds (that's why you feel like you're being &lt;strong&gt;torn to pieces&lt;/strong&gt; when someone cheats on you, the tearing is real) and with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lack of glow on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Watch an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unhappy woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; carefully and you'll easily pick up a man who &lt;strong&gt;lacks responsibility&lt;/strong&gt; by her side. Watch an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unhappy man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the same way and you'll quickly pick up an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unsurrendered woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by his side. Both meddle in other people's energies and have given up feeding what each other give each other. &lt;strong&gt;Trust is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meddling with other people's physical bodies (&lt;strong&gt;cheating&lt;/strong&gt;) not only leaves you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;marked aurically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with that other person's DNA but you are physically merging &lt;strong&gt;three people's bodily fluids&lt;/strong&gt; into one. The science of this is not seen in Mother Nature, ever. All we see if the merging of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;two compatible opposites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, such as &lt;strong&gt;hydrogen and oxygen&lt;/strong&gt; creating something brand new: &lt;strong&gt;water&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sodium and chlorine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; creating something brand new: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;table salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The same takes place with us. You cannot create water by merging &lt;strong&gt;hydrogen, oxygen and peroxide&lt;/strong&gt; - it simply won't work. In the same way, you cannot expect purity, trust and love when that is not why and how you're merging with another person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yet we try it all the time and then we wonder how come true love never seems to come our way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible talks about us being &lt;strong&gt;virgins&lt;/strong&gt; when we get married. Often we feel that we are serving a God who wants to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;punish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; us because he supposedly doesn't want us to enjoy physical pleasure by having sex with people. Little do we know that when two aurically pure beings merge&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279478075655049234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR5VoLh0BI/AAAAAAAAAvY/--ZwHe4yodk/s200/lions+in+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt; for the first time and forever stay together, that we have&lt;strong&gt; two people that are aurically so bonded and pure&lt;/strong&gt; that they can undertake &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they choose and they are energentically and in any other way supported by the laws of nature. Aurically pure couples are additionally protected by a special, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;non-penetrateable shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that most won't ever attain. They also don't have any cords that keep them from what's really important. It's not that God is a mean God, it's because God is a loving God that we're told to merge as virgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this may put a damper on most people because how many people do you know who are still virgins? &lt;strong&gt;So what are you to do if you're no longer a virgin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot you can do; for one you can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"go back" in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cleanse yourself from the cords and energetic attachments&lt;/strong&gt; of other people. You can decide to get a fresh start and to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR5L23CTHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/PyBjg1bzPxw/s1600-h/love90s2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477907796937842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR5L23CTHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/PyBjg1bzPxw/s200/love90s2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;keep yourself from getting muddied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even more and keep yourself clean and pure until you meet your Twin Soul. Work on yourself first and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get yourself ready for that joyous reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Know that it will happen sooner than you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all, &lt;strong&gt;forgive&lt;/strong&gt;. Others as well as yourself for having merged with people you really didn't want to merge with in the first place, but did anyway. Perhaps you didn't have any control over it; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;set them free anway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, let them go in &lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt; and with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in your heart, wishing them only &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;purity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6301352861013614561?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6301352861013614561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6301352861013614561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6301352861013614561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6301352861013614561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/spirituality-and-sex-what-went-wrong.html' title='Spirituality and Sex - What Went Wrong?'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUR4Vs33tTI/AAAAAAAAAuo/48bOMzTVjHs/s72-c/Dahlke05-yin-yang-mandala-doppelt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-1053391069837270518</id><published>2008-12-13T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:21:28.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infidelity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><title type='text'>The Pain of Cheating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURrOoMmQTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/o-aYArhrK4o/s1600-h/crying+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279462562237661490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURrOoMmQTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/o-aYArhrK4o/s200/crying+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are always at least &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;victims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" when one person cheats on another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The person who is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;being cheated on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The person whom is used &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to cheat on another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The person who &lt;strong&gt;does the cheating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When there are children involved, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;children become victims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. Whether the cheating gets uncovered or not. Your &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; get involved, they hurt for you. Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;work suffers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because you want to &lt;strong&gt;crawl up in a hole and die&lt;/strong&gt; because the pain is so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And if the cheating takes enough &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the people involved, entire groups of people and even entire communities and nations get affected (no need to remind us of the Clinton scandal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what happens when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you ask the person to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it because it hurts so much but he just won't stop (because the list of excuses is always the same)?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURrUSWFirI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LGmpCR72srk/s1600-h/traenen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279462659451095730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURrUSWFirI/AAAAAAAAAt4/LGmpCR72srk/s200/traenen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad started an affair with his much younger secretary when I was 10 years old. Two years later it had blossomed to the kind of relationship he found it worth to leave his wife and two children for. He left and took my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember feeling like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he cheated on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not my mother, but me personally. I never asked myself what I could have done differently to not have him leave; my Dad was &lt;strong&gt;weak&lt;/strong&gt; and I never &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;respected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my Dad the way Dads deserve to be respected. And in a way I was glad his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tyranny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stopped. Dealing with my &lt;strong&gt;angry mother&lt;/strong&gt; became a whole other world for me; one I didn't want to be part of anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was confused about whom I should be angry at: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;men for being cheating dogs and pigs&lt;/span&gt; or women for stealing married fathers from their little girls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to hate them both. And so I spent the next few years in hatred, which only caused me to get sick and sicker and sicker until I found myself on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;death bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. To get the whole story you'll have to get the 6-hour audio program; it's a long story with a happy ending. For the sake of this post, let's just say that my father's cheating was not what hurt me, it was how he handled the situation after he came clean with it. People make mistakes and it takes two or three to cheat. Mistakes are to be forgiven. But what if someone continues to hurt you with the same pain over and over again even after you beg them to stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURrcgxv2_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/UQsKq_smmo0/s1600-h/little+boy+crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279462800764165106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURrcgxv2_I/AAAAAAAAAuA/UQsKq_smmo0/s200/little+boy+crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For years I swore to myself that I would never get married; I knew that I could never bare getting cheated on twice. When I met my future husband to be I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;changed my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He just &lt;strong&gt;didn't seem like the kind of guy that would cheat&lt;/strong&gt; on me or anyone for that matter. And yet the first seven years of our marriage were spent in hell each time we had a fight. I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that he would eventually cheat on me just like my father had, it was just a matter of time. I did so much injustice to my husband, and for that I'm so sorry. Lots of &lt;strong&gt;self-growth&lt;/strong&gt; and therapy and after layers and layers of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forgiveness spells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was able to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let go of the hurt and pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from my Dad cheating and I also removed the burden from my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our marriage wasn't built on that &lt;strong&gt;solid stuff&lt;/strong&gt; lasting marriages were supposed to be built on, and so it only lasted 14 years. But one thing my husband and I never did was cheat on each other. And for that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am eternally grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURri99OmwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/4PsCEJ7YGxg/s1600-h/little+girl+crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279462911676160770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURri99OmwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/4PsCEJ7YGxg/s200/little+girl+crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I met a man I was utterly convinced was my &lt;strong&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/strong&gt;. We were so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;intertwined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the same that it many ways it could be considered spooky. We even had body parts that showed identical markings, only on the other side. I had a mole on the left side of my face at the exact same spot where his was on the right side; even the mole looked the same. His right ankle was messed up, as was my left ankle. He had green dots in his eyes and I have yellow dots in my eyes. Our hands were shaped almost identical, only his were super sized. We even had obtained the almost identical injuries to our bodies over our life time. Experienced the same childhood stories in many ways, just amazing our lives as separate beings, yet so much the same. The most amazing thing was the way we could almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;read each others' thoughts and feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the way we could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;feel each others' internal organs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I could feel his blood pressure and see his blood get pumped through his heart at certain intervals that painted a clear energetic picture for me, which in turn showed me his blood pressure as high or low. We could be standing or sitting hugging and as soon as his blood pressure would drop I could see it and feel it inside my own body. If I would wake up in the middle of the night, he would wake up at the same time and feel my anxiety, even though we were physically apart. It was simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet no matter how much &lt;strong&gt;we felt&lt;/strong&gt; that we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twin Souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and how much we loved each other, &lt;strong&gt;he continued to cheat &lt;/strong&gt;on me and so on himself and us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279463415139130674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURsARgJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/pXa9vupgw_E/s200/broken+heart+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had never been cheated on, except by my father, and I remember the pain as if it was yesterday. The &lt;strong&gt;request&lt;/strong&gt; to have this agony stop &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;remained unheard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came flowing in and &lt;strong&gt;nothing changed&lt;/strong&gt;. Until the day my heart felt as though it broke to pieces. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the day of our anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, when he cheated one last time. I could not take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life I have lived my life as a "&lt;strong&gt;wall flower&lt;/strong&gt;" in this department, like a good girl, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;god-fearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; woman, a &lt;strong&gt;one-man&lt;/strong&gt; kind of woman, never having a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;one-night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, wanting to &lt;strong&gt;serve&lt;/strong&gt; my man whole heartedly, never allowing myself the space of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unsafety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, always caring for my soul with deep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;saving myself&lt;/strong&gt; for the one Twin Soul. And yet I have made huge mistakes along the way and I have paid with much heartache as many others have. Why did I feel it necessary to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; myself and letting myself be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dipped in filth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by a human being I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;entrusted my fragile soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to this person? Most would call it &lt;strong&gt;blind faith&lt;/strong&gt;, having those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rose glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on, &lt;strong&gt;love is blind&lt;/strong&gt;, you know the drill. It was because of all the good we had in our relationship, it outweighed the cheating, at least so I told myself. But cheating hurts like hell, everyone who has ever been cheated on knows this first hand and you would like nothing more than to forget that nightmare. All you can think of and see if your beloved person being physically involved with that other person and it puts you on a downward spiral you can't seem to get out of; it's a nightmare you can't seem to wake up from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ultimate place of feeling unsafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, of having &lt;strong&gt;lost trust&lt;/strong&gt; in this other person whom I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;entrusted my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in all its glory, as &lt;strong&gt;fragile&lt;/strong&gt; as I was, only so he could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drop it and trample it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the most &lt;strong&gt;defiling&lt;/strong&gt; way possible. Some of you may not understand this, perhaps as I continue writing as the days and weeks and months go on, you will too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it takes a &lt;strong&gt;whole lot of pain&lt;/strong&gt; from one person to another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;before we wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I had the opportunity to never get involved with this person, but because of how I felt it was my sincerest belief that this might just be my &lt;strong&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/strong&gt; that I chose to get involved and gently dabble in what became an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amazing journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; otherwise. Filled with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, filled with &lt;strong&gt;agony&lt;/strong&gt; because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he wouldn't stop cheating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279463573546251154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURsJfnWs5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/AzLN6HT26_0/s200/holding++heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now looking back I am looking for hindsight to be my best friend - &lt;strong&gt;what was my lesson&lt;/strong&gt;? Why did I let myself get treated so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;poorly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheating is never okay&lt;/strong&gt;, under &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If your spouse is no longer the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, then &lt;strong&gt;have the balls to leave&lt;/strong&gt; her and keep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your children in the holiness and dignity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they deserve. I remember asking my mother why she stayed with my Dad when she didn't love him and she said: "Because of you and your sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hated my mother for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;making us the glue to her unhappiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At 12 years old I felt that she should have left him for the chance of finding someone else and get a chance at happiness. She said: "It was the 60s and I had 2 kids to support, not an easy time to find another man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bullshit all those excuses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are plenty of men who fall in love with pregnant women and are willing to adopt these children as theirs. There are plenty of great men out there! &lt;strong&gt;Making excuses&lt;/strong&gt; is just another way of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;saying that you're weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't deserve a chance at true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURtXJrMR_I/AAAAAAAAAug/cfiOzyeok04/s1600-h/Crying+avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279464907686561778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURtXJrMR_I/AAAAAAAAAug/cfiOzyeok04/s200/Crying+avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you out there who have ever been cheated on - please stop being the &lt;strong&gt;martyr&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you don't deserve to be cheated on, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There is never a good excuse or explanation. It's just plain wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can the person &lt;strong&gt;who claims to be your Twin Soul and love you so unconditionally&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get it on with somone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the first place? Out of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, out of &lt;strong&gt;duty&lt;/strong&gt;, out of some sick and twisted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? If he truly loved you and cared for you, all he would see is your hurt face while he's with someone else. That alone should make him rethink his actions. But obviously he's got a side to him that allows him to "&lt;strong&gt;tuck you away&lt;/strong&gt;" until he's done with his most hurtful deed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not much love there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if you ask me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;feel your pain&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;own your part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in it, let go of the anger eventually, and send the person who hurt you so much your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Let them have the person&lt;/strong&gt; they continue to cheat with, and wish them well, while you look on to grow from this and get ready for the true Twin Soul who would never hurt you in such a way. No matter how much it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;breaks your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to move on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your heart will heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in due time. For now &lt;strong&gt;let it be&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;let them go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and put your focus on you once again. Be &lt;strong&gt;gentle&lt;/strong&gt; with yourself and love yourself first and foremost and swear to yourself to never let yourself be dragged through the mud in such a terrible way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because no one deserves to feel so much torture and agony - no one.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-1053391069837270518?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1053391069837270518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=1053391069837270518&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/1053391069837270518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/1053391069837270518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/pain-of-cheating.html' title='The Pain of Cheating'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SURrOoMmQTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/o-aYArhrK4o/s72-c/crying+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6771099001657678242</id><published>2008-12-12T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:45:29.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stronghold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nourishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumstances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dignity'/><title type='text'>When Your Heart Deceives You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUKGtGOQ45I/AAAAAAAAAtg/NSQLWkEMkNM/s1600-h/torn+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278929822554317714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUKGtGOQ45I/AAAAAAAAAtg/NSQLWkEMkNM/s200/torn+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us have heard the scripture: "&lt;em&gt;The heart is deceitful above all things&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How often (or not) has someone come along and you were sure that this must be "the one," only for you to find out that &lt;strong&gt;your heart was playing tricks on you&lt;/strong&gt;. We are a gullible people, most of us, because that little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;void &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;within us all is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;reserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for that one special person who is the only one to fill that void. And how we long to fill that void; so when love hits us, or at least we think it's love, then of course we want that person to be "the one," the one to fill the void, the one to call us home, the one to help us rest in &lt;strong&gt;timeless suspension&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if the person you thought was "the one" is only another relationship to prepare you for the real deal? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How will you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that this was not the one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be nice to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;conscious&lt;/strong&gt; enough to "get it" right away. Because Life knows the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;signs and symbols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;red flags&lt;/strong&gt; are all there right from the get-go. What's in the way are those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pink glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we seem to see everything through. It's as if we have to get hurt over and over again until those glasses get knocked off and we can see clearly again that we get back on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278929928732634162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUKGzRxJbDI/AAAAAAAAAto/FCuaKGqST14/s200/longing+girl+behind+window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a simple rule of thumb to knowing if the person you're dealing with is "the one" or just another relationship in preparation of "the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If s/he does something and you &lt;strong&gt;express&lt;/strong&gt; that this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you, and s/he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do them - s/he is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the one. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter what the circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter the &lt;strong&gt;excuses&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, your beloved Twin Soul simply doesn't have it in him or her to hurt you because in doing so, s/he would only hurt him/herself, which would contradict his or her very essence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all, love yourself with &lt;strong&gt;dignity&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and be &lt;strong&gt;gentle&lt;/strong&gt; with yourself. Don't hurt yourself and certainly don't let anyone else hurt you either. &lt;strong&gt;Love should never hurt&lt;/strong&gt; even for a split second but should be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stronghold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for people to come to for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nourishment and safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6771099001657678242?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6771099001657678242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6771099001657678242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6771099001657678242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6771099001657678242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-your-heart-deceives-you.html' title='When Your Heart Deceives You'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SUKGtGOQ45I/AAAAAAAAAtg/NSQLWkEMkNM/s72-c/torn+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-5488391303444682583</id><published>2008-12-09T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:36:02.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacredness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greater love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='card'/><title type='text'>Ask and You Shall Receive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/ST7V0EyMJdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/_u4VkSjfToQ/s1600-h/yin_yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277890903938966994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/ST7V0EyMJdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/_u4VkSjfToQ/s200/yin_yang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting and preparing a space for our Twin Soul takes &lt;strong&gt;energy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a tremendous amount of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As everything goes and comes in &lt;strong&gt;cycles and rhythms&lt;/strong&gt;, I too can feel the rhythms of desire for him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at times, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;weaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at other times. Life gets in the way and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;distratctions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; serve to lead me off the path of wanting and desiring to be with my Twin Soul. Perhaps others feel the same as they go about life. Before you know it, evening time is here, it's dark and you feel like retracting, cuddling up on the coach while reading a book and sipping on tea. Then you realize that the bulk of your day went to your employer to making him or her wealthy, and little was done to build your own character and focus on your life instead. The same goes for just another year that has passed. Think about it, we're about to close off 2008. Another year where our Twin Soul has delayed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how can we foster and nurture this desire deep within? I often go to &lt;strong&gt;Walter Russell's&lt;/strong&gt; books, and especially to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Divine Iliad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, where it states:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seek ye, therefore, what ye will in Me and ye shall find it."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But sit ye not and ask, acting not, for thy desire will not come to thee unaided by thine own strong arms."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/ST7V5tjrH5I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UPZcaox6Ze8/s1600-h/ying-yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277891000783282066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/ST7V5tjrH5I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UPZcaox6Ze8/s200/ying-yang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the analogy of a &lt;strong&gt;seasaw&lt;/strong&gt;. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fulcrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;desire&lt;/strong&gt; is in the children wanting to make the seasaw swing. Nothing happens until the two children give it a go (and they put &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; behind their desire). The actual power of the seasaw, however, is in the fulcrum, the place that remains still. So it is with God and our desire. God (or &lt;strong&gt;Light&lt;/strong&gt;) is our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;still fulcrum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from where we get all of our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;power and inspiration and even a roadmap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of how to make our desires a reality. So the power is here, we are co-creators with God to create &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; we so desire. And yet, nothing happens if I don't back up my desire and take advantage of the power given me, and I don't bring to fruition the desire by the actions I take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What actions can I take to bring this Twin Soul into my life?"&lt;/em&gt; you might ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really simple. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live as if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; s/he is already in your life, &lt;strong&gt;pretend&lt;/strong&gt; that s/he is already there living with you, coming home to you every day, and before you know it, s/he will be there. Prepare your place of living as if your Twin Soul is coming home every night, make it &lt;strong&gt;pleasant, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inviting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, make it &lt;strong&gt;sacred&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and keep it that way. Don't meddle with &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/ST7WGKQuWLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WtB213f-bps/s1600-h/fiberdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277891214646859954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/ST7WGKQuWLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/WtB213f-bps/s200/fiberdance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;friends with benefits&lt;/strong&gt;" just to "hold you over." Doing so will only keep him or her from coming to you. Keep your place sacred, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keep your heart and your soul sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by tuning into him or her frequently throughout the day. Write cards and letters, especially now during the holidays and Valentine's day is just around the corner. Date them and put them in a special box for when you can hand them over in real life. Put energy into your relationship "&lt;strong&gt;as if&lt;/strong&gt;" your Twin Soul is already here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk about your day with him/her by your side (energetically speaking). When you think about him or her, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, let others see that you're in love with your Twin Soul. That &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you're taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and occupied by a special love that only you and your Twin Soul can complete. &lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/strong&gt; that s/he exists at this time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's only a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; until you see his or her face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-5488391303444682583?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5488391303444682583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=5488391303444682583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5488391303444682583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5488391303444682583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and You Shall Receive'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/ST7V0EyMJdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/_u4VkSjfToQ/s72-c/yin_yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-7896303325859571665</id><published>2008-12-06T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:30:11.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tenacity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STq2P56sxdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/zBN9bLmwd3Q/s1600-h/world+in+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276730297779275218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STq2P56sxdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/zBN9bLmwd3Q/s200/world+in+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am elated that after 46 birthdays, our paths finally cross to celebrate your 47th. In many ways I feel as though it’s my birthday today too. Perhaps we’re blessed enough to celebrate your next 46 birthdays together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of having been in your presence these past few months, having watched you change and grow in a direction that is calling me higher as a woman. You’ve allowed me to surrender to my feminine. When I get scared you step in and &lt;strong&gt;hold my soul&lt;/strong&gt;, allowing me to feel safe in my “weak” and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; space. You have allowed me to feel ways that I have never felt before. Feelings that go beyond ecstasy and reach past the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;edges of the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. With you I feel as though we visit a time and place in the big nowhere, where time and space disappear and &lt;strong&gt;we rest in suspension&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter what the future holds, I thank you for the glimpses of heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the path you are taking and for having chosen to walk a bit of this life journey with me. When thinking of the perfect gift to give to the man who has brought out the most feminine in me, I have to admit that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no worldly gift will ever come close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enough to express my gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STq2frGPd4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/O2rMb_RqXEM/s1600-h/love+in+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276730568679061378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STq2frGPd4I/AAAAAAAAAtA/O2rMb_RqXEM/s200/love+in+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wish for anything you want. I &lt;strong&gt;anchor&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all of your wishes of light and pray that you would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seize the opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for manifesting whatever it is you want. I wish you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go after your &lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tenacity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;endurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to keep going when things get &lt;strong&gt;tough&lt;/strong&gt;; pure &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to see beyond these &lt;strong&gt;earthly borders&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;kindness&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;humility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to always give &lt;strong&gt;gifts of heaven&lt;/strong&gt; to others; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strength of character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to protect and nurture your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;understanding&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;detachment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so not to control the menial and &lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to know that everything is always as it should be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that all of your &lt;strong&gt;ideals&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;strong&gt;manifest&lt;/strong&gt; in the most peaceful and fun ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-7896303325859571665?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7896303325859571665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=7896303325859571665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/7896303325859571665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/7896303325859571665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-wishes.html' title='Happy Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STq2P56sxdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/zBN9bLmwd3Q/s72-c/world+in+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6954802929827982307</id><published>2008-12-01T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:35:31.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leafs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blossom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><title type='text'>A Prayer for Me (and all Women)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STRz5izV4RI/AAAAAAAAArs/GRdfMROYFow/s1600-h/earth-yin-yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274968495989580050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STRz5izV4RI/AAAAAAAAArs/GRdfMROYFow/s200/earth-yin-yang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ike the trees of our world - I shall &lt;strong&gt;surrender&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, remain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;solid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;steady&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, full of &lt;strong&gt;colors&lt;/strong&gt;, carry &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fruits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;leafs&lt;/strong&gt;, with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as deep as the earth, spreading from &lt;strong&gt;within&lt;/strong&gt;, upward to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, outward as if to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hug the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, providing &lt;strong&gt;shelter&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to those who come, and &lt;strong&gt;safety&lt;/strong&gt;, yet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;never holding on to anything or anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not even her own &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fruit&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;leafs&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Never chasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my husband, the wind, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;letting him come to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Never to get his job and my job confused; &lt;strong&gt;let him chase after me&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ruffle my leafs and shake my branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so my fruit can &lt;strong&gt;fall&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's my job to &lt;strong&gt;sway&lt;/strong&gt; according to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;guidance &lt;/strong&gt;of his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, whether he sways me hard or gently - &lt;strong&gt;my job is to be led by him&lt;/strong&gt;, to never refuse his leadership, his pressure, his gentleness, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to hold on to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about this leadership or to try to &lt;strong&gt;lead him in another direction&lt;/strong&gt; than where he wants to go. I am working on &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; strength, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flexibility and limberness, &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; yielding, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; surrender. And in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;due time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and when he is ready, he shall &lt;strong&gt;return&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6954802929827982307?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6954802929827982307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6954802929827982307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6954802929827982307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6954802929827982307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayer-for-me-and-all-women.html' title='A Prayer for Me (and all Women)'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STRz5izV4RI/AAAAAAAAArs/GRdfMROYFow/s72-c/earth-yin-yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-5008783733370420922</id><published>2008-11-30T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:36:03.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funerals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Women and Trees and the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STN2uo2E7sI/AAAAAAAAArM/nMwezWqmpm4/s1600-h/grounded.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690132191276738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STN2uo2E7sI/AAAAAAAAArM/nMwezWqmpm4/s200/grounded.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my &lt;strong&gt;quest&lt;/strong&gt; for my Twin Soul continues, and so do the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I had mentioned that one of my requests to the Universe is the gift of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;detachment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, of &lt;strong&gt;letting go&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;giving up control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a tall order and a powerful request and already I am being given &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to practice detachment (perhaps more than I bargained for). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I talked to a friend and out came the words: &lt;em&gt;"I've let go of the outcome and am just moving on and forward with my life."&lt;/em&gt; I am realizing that I think and say these words more than I ever have, and it's because &lt;strong&gt;detachment&lt;/strong&gt; from things and people, even life itself, is very dear to my heart. Above all I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Most might ask what the heck is wrong with me wanting to let go of life and people and circumstances. The truth is that our bodies and this life doesn't really exist on the same plane as does our &lt;strong&gt;light source&lt;/strong&gt; from which we came from and to which we are returning to. In other words, this life and everything you see is an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; serving the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great divine purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for us to get reunited at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mountain top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to get to that mountain top rather than lingering here in the &lt;strong&gt;jungle&lt;/strong&gt;, walking this evolutionary journey as a non-conscious individual being. I'm part of the whole, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fragment of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if you will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274689956053007522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STN2kYrcPKI/AAAAAAAAArE/QUVIy4TShWU/s200/treeofwishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Giving up control to any outcome is a scary thing because after all, it's kind of what we're all about on this worldly plane. We start companies to have success, not to "let go of the outcome." We start relationships so we can "&lt;strong&gt;hold on&lt;/strong&gt;" to the partnership. We exercise so we can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not so we can let go of health. It's a tricky thing to explain what I mean by "detachment." But I shall give it a try nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;feminine&lt;/strong&gt;, with roots deep and wide into the soil, holding her down, letting her stand straight and firm. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;male&lt;/strong&gt;, and comes to ruffle her leaves on a daily basis. Sometimes harder than other times. We've never seen a tree's branches reach out and trying to grab on to the wind, kind of like saying: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You stay here, I'm not gonna let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" It doesn't work this way in nature. &lt;strong&gt;Feminine and masculine work together in unison and synchronicity&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;exclusive trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that can only be described as divine. Yet in relationships and life in general, we refuse to "let go" of the order of things, we want to hold back people because we want them in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clearest example is that of &lt;strong&gt;funerals&lt;/strong&gt;. Most people cry because they have lost a person. In there lies the key, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have lost the person. They cry for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reasons really. Because most people don't have a clue of where the deceased person is or how that person is "feeling" on the other plane. In other words, we have a hard time &lt;strong&gt;letting go&lt;/strong&gt; even of death. We &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;refuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to work with Life and accept &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;life and death as an inseparable team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We &lt;strong&gt;love life&lt;/strong&gt;, we hate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's when we get to love both the same that we have made major strides to walking a &lt;strong&gt;higher evolutionary journey&lt;/strong&gt;. This also includes letting go of peope who are not meant to be in our lives, as friends, family members or our life partners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STN2cq1beRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qc_SDcLb9yQ/s1600-h/best-picture-gallery-nature-tree-angel-oak-TATTERH00D2-mod-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274689823487785234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STN2cq1beRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qc_SDcLb9yQ/s200/best-picture-gallery-nature-tree-angel-oak-TATTERH00D2-mod-pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a woman who wants to learn how to detach myself from the outcome of finding and reuniting with my Twin Soul I have to look to Nature to finding the examples there. I certainly can't look in any magazine to tell me how I should be as a woman, I would miserably fail. Nature has something down that we as humans seem to screw up because we interfere too much with our egos, rather than living from within. With our &lt;strong&gt;male and analytical brain&lt;/strong&gt; we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;overrule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;deep and mysterious&lt;/strong&gt;, only to find that we become jagged and hard and stubborn. As a woman, however, I am dedicated to being "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" through and through. And it's one of the easiest and also one of the hardest things I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not physically attached to my Twin Soul like Siamese Twins are, and so I walk as a &lt;strong&gt;seeming&lt;/strong&gt; separate being, seemingly responsible for just myself, working and earning money (&lt;strong&gt;masculine side&lt;/strong&gt;) and walking my evolutionary path dedicated to "going home" to our light source (&lt;strong&gt;feminine quality&lt;/strong&gt;). And yet, energetically speaking I am very much attached &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and united with my Twin Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, even though he's not &lt;strong&gt;occupying&lt;/strong&gt; my physical space as of yet. So it's about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bridging the gap between now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and doing so in the truest sense of my essence, which is feminine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a single woman I have a responsibility to my Twin Soul to work on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my femininity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not to foster and grow his masculine essence. In doing so I would only keep him farther apart. The question is, how can I as a stand-alone and single woman treasure and increase my feminine essence, the round aspect of my being, and prepare a space for his arrival while still taking care of "his functions" while I living life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post may be confusing to some, because it may not make sense to you, and that's okay. It will make sense to my Twin Soul. I am &lt;strong&gt;dedicated&lt;/strong&gt; to working on my feminine essence, on being like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;solid tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, letting you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ruffle my leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with your &lt;strong&gt;gentle caresses&lt;/strong&gt;, while standing strong in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mother Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and allowing you to fully penetrate my every branch and leaf with your soft massaging attempts to wow me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STN3eKG4o8I/AAAAAAAAArk/mvjqGAVE6lA/s1600-h/tree_spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690948573995970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STN3eKG4o8I/AAAAAAAAArk/mvjqGAVE6lA/s200/tree_spirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may need more help in the &lt;strong&gt;surrendering process&lt;/strong&gt; than I'd like to admit. So I am putting it out there into the Universe: please forgive me if I take over leadership, if I tell you how to walk your path and how to pave our journey ahead of us. It's not my job, I am fully aware. My job is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, your job is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. When I fail, know that I long to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and that perhaps I take over your responsibilities because I don't see your actions keeping us &lt;strong&gt;safe&lt;/strong&gt;. I may push and test you unconsciously, to see if you'll break. Because if you &lt;strong&gt;falter&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;crumble&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shrivel&lt;/strong&gt; under my pushing, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the world certainly will crush you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Above all I want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I can only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;detach&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to you completely, if I know that you will not let us be crushed by the world. So please &lt;strong&gt;stand up to me&lt;/strong&gt;. When I push don't falter but open me up to your love instead. &lt;strong&gt;MAKE ME&lt;/strong&gt; trust you by lovingly opening me to your leadership. The sun and wind are your teachers (and mine) and the moon and trees are mine (and yours). Above all, lead me with actions more than with your words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-5008783733370420922?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5008783733370420922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=5008783733370420922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5008783733370420922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5008783733370420922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/women-and-trees-and-wind.html' title='Women and Trees and the Wind'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STN2uo2E7sI/AAAAAAAAArM/nMwezWqmpm4/s72-c/grounded.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-8537559438983529032</id><published>2008-11-29T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:06:22.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list game'/><title type='text'>The Wish List Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHL0Aw02oI/AAAAAAAAAq0/w6hYiL1Jvqk/s1600-h/gifts+in+cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274220733045987970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHL0Aw02oI/AAAAAAAAAq0/w6hYiL1Jvqk/s200/gifts+in+cart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you watched my "&lt;strong&gt;Saying Good Bye&lt;/strong&gt;" movie (to the left) then you've seen a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grocery cart full of wrapped gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the sub title: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Place your request with the Universe. Give gifts of Heaven and the World shall be yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard an amazing story a long time ago, it stuck with me and from it I came up with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish List Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The story goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Imagine yourself being welcomed by your angel as you arrive in heaven. "Follow me, I'll show you to your room," said your angel. You follow this looooong hallway with doors to the left and right, all with names on them. Your angels stops in front of the door with your name on it. You open the door and inside is the biggest, most beautiful and most magnificent room you have ever seen. It is filled with wrapped gifts as far as as your eyes can see, from top to bottom, wrapped gifts everywhere. In the middle of the room you see a few gifts that had been unwrapped. "What are those," you ask your angel. "Those are the things you &lt;strong&gt;asked for&lt;/strong&gt;, the wrapped gifts are the things you &lt;strong&gt;could have had&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;u&gt;if you just had asked for them&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHLMazbCXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/haNLu66WqU0/s1600-h/gifts+stacked.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274220052841433458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHLMazbCXI/AAAAAAAAAqU/haNLu66WqU0/s200/gifts+stacked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story is that the Universe truly does want to &lt;strong&gt;bless&lt;/strong&gt; us, we just need to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can play this game by yourself, with a pen and paper. Even better is playing with a friend who has the same understanding of the Universal powers as you do, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a friend who loves you no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who won't judge you if you're asking for the dumbest and smallest or weirdest things, because he or she knows there is no such things. This person has the &lt;strong&gt;power&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anchor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your gifts by not only &lt;strong&gt;holding your space&lt;/strong&gt; for you, but by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;asking for the same gift as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I think gifts that are given are ten-thousand times more gratifying than the gifts that we receive. If you're angry or hold grudges you may ask for gifts of being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or the gift of &lt;strong&gt;forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;. So make sure you also ask for gifts that you can give to others. Such as &lt;strong&gt;kindness&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to others, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when a friend hurts you, etc. I call these &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gifts of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Their the best kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played this game with a friend this morning. We were on the phone for about 2 hours. Here is how it went. He made a wish and then I &lt;strong&gt;sealed&lt;/strong&gt; it by saying: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your wish is my command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." You can also say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And you shall have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." All of the gifts we asked for were anchored by the other, so I would say: "&lt;strong&gt;Your wish is my command and I wish the same thing as well&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHLVJscYGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/3BuMWpsRK8Q/s1600-h/lots+of+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274220202867581026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHLVJscYGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/3BuMWpsRK8Q/s200/lots+of+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are no rules except &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for whatever the other person is requesting and having tons of &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about it and &lt;strong&gt;FEEL&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the gift now as if it was already here. At one point I asked to always have the ability to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the tiniest, littlest thing, which is to keep me living in the &lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;. He anchored this by wishing that he wished to always see the uniqueness of a beautiful tree or notice a special rose that would stick out from all the other roses on the rosebush. There are no limits to this game. Get as detailed as you want (the more detailed the better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where it got interesting. After the most important or shall I say, most obvious gift requests, such as &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wealth&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends of integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, etc., we started to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;run out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" things to ask for. We quickly realized why this room full of wrapped gifts only has a few unwrapped gifts in the middle. &lt;strong&gt;We just don't ask&lt;/strong&gt;! We run out of things to ask because we think "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," or "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I better not ask for too much so I won't get disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Whatever the reason, &lt;strong&gt;we don't believe&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHLh5qm1GI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Envyfs-KNHQ/s1600-h/love+in+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274220421903209570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHLh5qm1GI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Envyfs-KNHQ/s200/love+in+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To demonstrate the power of this game, here is what happened to me within literally 30 minutes of hanging up with my friend. Here are 3 sample wishes that I had made throughout the course of these 2 hours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I want to always enjoy smooth &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;computers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;vehicles&lt;/strong&gt;, no issues with &lt;strong&gt;roofs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plumbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and so on. I put this request out because my car just needed $2000 worth of repairs and was in the shop for 2.5 weeks, it had been stolen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Another request was that I want to focus on &lt;strong&gt;detachment&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not feeling the need to control every outcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but to &lt;strong&gt;enjoy peace&lt;/strong&gt; and the silent knowing that everything always happens for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Another request was to enjoy &lt;strong&gt;enough money&lt;/strong&gt; to always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pay for what needs to be paid for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and to enjoy a life style that would allow me to be free to be about purpose, go travel for 3 months or a year if I chose to. I asked for passive income in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed this entire process, thanked each other for being the catalyst for each other's life dreams and then hung up the phone. I got in my gym clothes and jumped in the car only to find that my "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;check engine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" light came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHLpjja3eI/AAAAAAAAAqs/N8r9TeBX8_o/s1600-h/world+in+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274220553406438882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHLpjja3eI/AAAAAAAAAqs/N8r9TeBX8_o/s200/world+in+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;You've gotta be kidding&lt;/strong&gt;!" I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! Remember I asked for &lt;strong&gt;smooth technology&lt;/strong&gt;? I asked for working technology because I had just gone through this car ordeal. Do you think I was probably making this request more out of fear or out of peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So another request I had made was to exercise &lt;strong&gt;detachment&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;being at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had a &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt; to make, would I take responsibility for having made the wish out of fear and then having an attitude about the "check engine" light or would I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;take the opportunity and give myself the gift of detachment, letting it go and enjoying peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;knowing&lt;/strong&gt; that dream number 3, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;having enough money would shortly follow thereafter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, &lt;strong&gt;I chose to let it go and be at peace about it&lt;/strong&gt;. Some of you may be tempted to say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the bad always happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but the money to fix the car would probably be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;withheld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This happens when we get an &lt;strong&gt;attitude&lt;/strong&gt; about it and thus &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we clip off the law of allowance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, thus &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the Universe can't deliver the money because we are no longer in alignment with the gift of always having plenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (because we're now certain that the money will surely be withheld, the Universe has to bring you this new request instead and cancel out the old gift request).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I realized that &lt;strong&gt;we are amazing creators&lt;/strong&gt; - if we just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, took some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and truly went out to the &lt;strong&gt;edge&lt;/strong&gt; and were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;ask for whatever we want&lt;/strong&gt;! It took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the gift of detachment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and yes, it's an ongoing gift and I'm sure more opportunities to practice this gift are just around the corner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important thing here is to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ask out of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not out of fear. But first, you must &lt;strong&gt;ask&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you will &lt;strong&gt;receive&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Wish List Game everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-8537559438983529032?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8537559438983529032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=8537559438983529032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8537559438983529032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/8537559438983529032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-list-game.html' title='The Wish List Game'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STHL0Aw02oI/AAAAAAAAAq0/w6hYiL1Jvqk/s72-c/gifts+in+cart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2362425156852687077</id><published>2008-11-28T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:52:32.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intercourse'/><title type='text'>Sex, Purity and Twin Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDIQVCQ9wI/AAAAAAAAApc/CDN371GgqPQ/s1600-h/lions+in+love+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273935346500957954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDIQVCQ9wI/AAAAAAAAApc/CDN371GgqPQ/s200/lions+in+love+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could talk and write for days about the science of what takes place when two &lt;strong&gt;people merge their bodies&lt;/strong&gt;. A blog entry might not leave enough room to get to the real depth of the urgency and importance of keeping yourself and your union clean at any cost and at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping around "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;while you're waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" for the one only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;causes your loved one to stay away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even longer. The energy of the people you're sleeping with "while you're waiting" is holding your beloved &lt;strong&gt;at bay&lt;/strong&gt;. You may wonder how s/he can even know if you're not with them. Trust me, not everything you see is what it seems to be. In fact, everything you can see with your eyes in an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is a world of duality, there are "two lights" that seemingly create what we see with our human eyes. That's why we're told to &lt;strong&gt;open our inner eyes and inner ears&lt;/strong&gt;. It's with those eyes and ears that we can see and hear the truth, not our truth, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; truth. There is a piece of your soul that just "knows" intuitively. Your Twin Soul is not geared by what they see or feel, they just know... Just like you know that s/he is the one for you or not. You can't explain it, you just know. It's this knowing that is Universal knowledge, you can't fight it, or change it for that matter. Trust in it. You want him or her to come to you and wonder how come he hasn't arrived yet? In this post is your answer...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDIgXi6O8I/AAAAAAAAApk/9pZvgNclc38/s1600-h/Couple_making_love_35729a%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273935622052658114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDIgXi6O8I/AAAAAAAAApk/9pZvgNclc38/s200/Couple_making_love_35729a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told (mainly through religious organizations) that it is "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" to have sex before marriage and we somehow are meant to believe that we're &lt;strong&gt;sluts and hores&lt;/strong&gt; (if you're a woman) if you have sex before you're getting married, and you're a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;stud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(the more you have sex) if you're a guy. The picture is twisted, misunderstood and only a handfull seem to truly understand what takes place when two people merge their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, remember that humans are amongst the only species that have sex beyond the reason for multiplication. Most other species mate for the sole purpose of keeping the species alive. Keep this in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do humans want to make love when they are in love with a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plainly put, making love with another person while using our bodies is the highest form of expressing how much we want to literally become ONE with that person. The real reason for our wanting to merge is to "go home" to eternity, even if only for a moment in time. It's this "&lt;strong&gt;small moment in time&lt;/strong&gt;" of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;utter and complete union in true and unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;raises the vibration of the entire human race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, provided the union is just that: pure, holy and sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDIm9S4m-I/AAAAAAAAAps/D2YyC-U6SJs/s1600-h/kissing%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273935735265205218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDIm9S4m-I/AAAAAAAAAps/D2YyC-U6SJs/s200/kissing%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately most people don't even know about this type of power yet between two people, let alone experience it in this life time, thus they use sex as a form of stress relief rather than what it was really meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite is true as well. Two people who merge merely as a form of &lt;strong&gt;lust&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stress release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or even with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;malice in their hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, achieve the exact opposite. The same goes if you're just "doing it" because it's become a &lt;strong&gt;habit&lt;/strong&gt;. Not only are you feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disgust, filth and dirt all over your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vibration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the entire human race gets &lt;strong&gt;reduced&lt;/strong&gt; just a fraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say "that's a bunch of bull shit." And that's probably right for you, however, having read this your life will most likely never be the same. Somehow you were led to read this, your soul must have longed to hear it once again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is nothing new here, it's all been inside of you for the awakening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best things in life can't be explained, they can't be paid for or worked for, they can't be achieved and they don't have to be won, they can't be taken and they can't be received. Making love with your Twin Soul is &lt;strong&gt;pure magic&lt;/strong&gt;, it "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and it is the &lt;strong&gt;most sacred&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;most selfless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; act you can do for humanity - PROVIDED you do it with the one beloved Twin Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273935885242957986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDIvsAXgKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xza8amCRBa4/s200/here_to_eternity_wideweb__470x333,0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So back to virginity and sleeping with people for the "wrong" reasons. The reason the bible talks about virginity is not because "God" is an evil entity that wants us to practice celebacy or refrain from recharging our batteries. On the contrary. We must recharge our batteries but consider this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;tripple&lt;/strong&gt; AAA battery gets hooked up with a &lt;strong&gt;double&lt;/strong&gt; AA battery and we're trying to charge this piece of equipment. It simply won't work. What oscillates between the two batteries is different from each other. The piece of equipment won't get recharged and might perhaps even get &lt;strong&gt;destroyed&lt;/strong&gt;, and the batteries will get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nonetheless, having achieved absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happens with two people that have no business of being together, neither physically nor in life. What &lt;strong&gt;oscillates&lt;/strong&gt; in our very veins is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;life blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pure light source energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Your &lt;strong&gt;frequency and vibration&lt;/strong&gt; is completley different from mine. Finding your other half will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reunite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you with your own lifeblood and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;equal energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Being with the wrong partner drains not only at least one of the partners, it will destroy, postpone and delay what you've come to this planet to do. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Making love provides a few moments of time in space where time and space literally disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's called the &lt;strong&gt;zero point&lt;/strong&gt; where pure &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;suspension from existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reign. It's the moment in time you feel like you're the other person, the other person is you, your bodies are one, you have no idea where his body starts and your ends, you don't know what time it is, if you're alive or dead, you don't even know what the difference is between life and death and you realize there is no difference, &lt;strong&gt;no separation&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are in absolute bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDI6DWZyPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KZh6_EPgXZE/s1600-h/7598878-lg%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273936063308089586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDI6DWZyPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KZh6_EPgXZE/s200/7598878-lg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can only achieve this state of bliss with a true soul mate or Twin Soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is pure &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and thus destructive, no matter how good it feels temporarily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the realistic and uncomfortable fact that many men like young women, preferrably &lt;strong&gt;virgins&lt;/strong&gt;. Why is this so? Think about it. Virgins have an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aura that is pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;untouched&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;untainted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by other people's energy. Their clean and pure auric field promises these men to "&lt;strong&gt;take them home&lt;/strong&gt;" to this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blissful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; state. The "&lt;strong&gt;garbage," &lt;/strong&gt;or shall I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;baggage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and tainted negative energy of other men has not yet negatively colored these girls (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, take a &lt;strong&gt;prostitute&lt;/strong&gt;. Many men refuse to be with a prostitute for this same reason. She's been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tainted and used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and possibly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;abused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the energy of so many men, many of whom are only interested in "busting a nut" or seeking relief for their stress levels. It's a most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; act to say the least, and a most &lt;strong&gt;self-destructive&lt;/strong&gt; one as well. A &lt;strong&gt;clean&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ethical&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;self secure man&lt;/strong&gt; will abstain under any cost to be merged with someone of that type of auric field because he knows that merging with such a "battery" his own battery will not get recharged, it will get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which will cost him dearly in many other ways related to &lt;strong&gt;character&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if she's only giving you a blow job, you may wonder? It doesn't matter what the act is. Don't try to come up with every excuse you can think of to justify lust. Call it what it is. You are in a person's auric field the moment you lock eyes with them or stand close to them. You don't even have to touch them and you're energies merge. Intercourse certainly is like multiplying that energetic charge, it's like going 200 miles an hour, rather than just having started the car. Both, however, are acts of energy-exchanges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDJ8Tn9h7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/Gbr8t_h1N50/s1600-h/325ff%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273937201548068786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDJ8Tn9h7I/AAAAAAAAAqE/Gbr8t_h1N50/s200/325ff%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next time you think about making love with someone, make sure the person is your Twin Soul. If not, find ways to transmute your desire into your soon-to-arrive Twin Soul through &lt;strong&gt;meditation&lt;/strong&gt; and allowing your flow of energy to go elsewhere, perhaps a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;writing&lt;/strong&gt;, whatever allows you to recharge your battery in other, non-sexual ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourself &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hold yourself in &lt;strong&gt;sacredness&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;holiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because you deserve to be "clean" and prepared and untainted for the "one and only."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2362425156852687077?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2362425156852687077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2362425156852687077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2362425156852687077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2362425156852687077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-purity-and-twin-souls.html' title='Sex, Purity and Twin Souls'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/STDIQVCQ9wI/AAAAAAAAApc/CDN371GgqPQ/s72-c/lions+in+love+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6248871328314884323</id><published>2008-11-27T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:42:35.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greater love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying'/><title type='text'>Saying Good Bye</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we have to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the ones we love. We feel as though life has come to an abrupt halt. We &lt;strong&gt;can't function&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;can't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't do the simplest things in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, forget to even brush our teeth. It's okay - &lt;strong&gt;be gentle with yourself&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;take your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and in due time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you will find your path again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Watch this video for &lt;strong&gt;inspiration and motivation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed57f5dbf7b42b43" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded57f5dbf7b42b43%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331416312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D690901C6D8A8D28F99022A94153C468350DDE250.41FD2FAA0377EB58B7F16781D03AFB89F79F1661%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded57f5dbf7b42b43%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgwFOMMloqa6EKvJvkuxAcOE-Va4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded57f5dbf7b42b43%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331416312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D690901C6D8A8D28F99022A94153C468350DDE250.41FD2FAA0377EB58B7F16781D03AFB89F79F1661%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded57f5dbf7b42b43%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgwFOMMloqa6EKvJvkuxAcOE-Va4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6248871328314884323?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed57f5dbf7b42b43&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6248871328314884323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6248871328314884323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6248871328314884323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6248871328314884323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/saying-good-bye.html' title='Saying Good Bye'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-1463876579810027233</id><published>2008-11-24T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:38:07.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='native american'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart beat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Hard Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStwzFQBnJI/AAAAAAAAAok/CFH8rX25SCA/s1600-h/yin_yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272431811652328594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStwzFQBnJI/AAAAAAAAAok/CFH8rX25SCA/s200/yin_yang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my last post about the sun and moon, something interesting opened up in me. It's nothing new to me that I should write about something and before I know it, more of the same topic suddenly surrounds me with plenty of examples to &lt;strong&gt;feed on&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grow by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We live in an amazing Universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked about &lt;strong&gt;women who become hard&lt;/strong&gt; and start to show "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jagged" lines in their facial maps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when they turn into "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and start taking reigns into their own hands. I seem to know this better than anyone, having grown up with a father who was disappointed that I wasn't born a boy. While I loved hanging out with the boys and seemed to have a lot more in common with them when growing up, it's as if I was screaming at the Universe: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More of this please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" and the Universe submissively obliged by saying: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Your wish is my command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I was 12 my father and sister moved out, leaving my mother to work 6 days a week, 12 hour days. She had a hard time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;making ends meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I had to find my own job and pay &lt;strong&gt;for my own clothes&lt;/strong&gt;, which I bought at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Salvation Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pay for my own food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I was my own &lt;strong&gt;breadwinner&lt;/strong&gt; way &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on in life. And while it gave me some freedom to feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;independent and self-sufficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it was a &lt;strong&gt;struggle&lt;/strong&gt;. My mother did a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" teaching me that everyone was, or at least should, live in &lt;strong&gt;scarcity mode&lt;/strong&gt; and be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;minimalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I learned to &lt;strong&gt;reuse&lt;/strong&gt; everything, including &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;holes at the bottom of my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and using completely worn out clothes to patch holes and tears on my favorite jeans. I never heard of the concept that a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prince and knight in shining armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" would one day come and "&lt;strong&gt;rescue me&lt;/strong&gt;." I wasn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I wasn't &lt;strong&gt;threatened&lt;/strong&gt; and I didn't need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rescuing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, least of all from myself. And for that I am &lt;strong&gt;grateful&lt;/strong&gt; to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up like this I learned to do things &lt;strong&gt;from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;, everything from bread, salad dressing, jam, I even made mayonnaise from scratch. I planted my own flowers in the garden, rather than buying them in a store. It was a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feminine time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at the same time as it was a very &lt;strong&gt;masculine time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStwsrurVdI/AAAAAAAAAoc/tcHCDmtEjb4/s1600-h/ying-yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272431701722355154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStwsrurVdI/AAAAAAAAAoc/tcHCDmtEjb4/s200/ying-yang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years however, I am realizing, from looking at my own &lt;strong&gt;facial map&lt;/strong&gt;, that I dabbled way too much in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;masculine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; area of life, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;foresaking my feminine essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A couple of years ago I felt as though I needed to do something "&lt;strong&gt;feminine&lt;/strong&gt;" for myself and I joined a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;belly dance studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and paid for one full month, which allowed me to take as many belly dance classes as I wanted to. I went 4 times a week and boy was I surprised to discover that my limber body was completely &lt;strong&gt;out of balance&lt;/strong&gt;. First of all, I'm pretty flexible, do the splits and purposefully keep myself that way because I've lost use of my body before and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my body immensly. So I thought &lt;strong&gt;shaking my hips&lt;/strong&gt; would be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slam-dunk experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me. I could shake it up pretty good on the &lt;strong&gt;right side&lt;/strong&gt; but when it came time for my left side to follow along I was suprised to find my left side to almost "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know this, the &lt;strong&gt;right &lt;/strong&gt;side of your &lt;strong&gt;brain&lt;/strong&gt;, your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intuitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side (moon side) is responsible for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side of your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which also relates to your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side in general. The &lt;strong&gt;left&lt;/strong&gt; side of your &lt;strong&gt;brain&lt;/strong&gt; consequently is your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;analytical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;masculine&lt;/strong&gt; side and is responsible for your right side of your body, you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;father's side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side. Injuries to your left side of your body are often related to your feminine side, mother side, etc. Right side injuries are related to your masculine side, father side. Etc. It's pretty intuitive from here on out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my left side, mother and feminine side, was completely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;locked&lt;/span&gt; up&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;stiff&lt;/strong&gt; and wouldn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;raddle&lt;/strong&gt; to this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sensual belly dance music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at all. I was suprised to not only see the difference in the mirror, I was especially shocked at the way my left side &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It felt as if the left side of my body &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;didn't belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStwUEROpBI/AAAAAAAAAoU/XWRJPd4VsYU/s1600-h/grounded.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272431278812996626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStwUEROpBI/AAAAAAAAAoU/XWRJPd4VsYU/s200/grounded.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me sad at first, then I realized how much I had let the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" in me be &lt;strong&gt;neglected&lt;/strong&gt;, and it spurred me on to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;do more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for this feminine side of mine. I stuck with the belly dance classes and decided to take a jewelry making class. I learned how to design from the right side of my brain and put my design on a piece of paper, saw brass and silver and create a beautiful piece of art (I designed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;two interlocking hearts that were joined by a crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Then I took a precious metal clay class where I learned how to make silver earrings and other intricate designs. These experiences were very different from my upbringing and farm life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I decided to take my "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;practice in femininity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" to the next level and allow my feminine to &lt;strong&gt;be led&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truly led by a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I couldn't think of anything better than to take some &lt;strong&gt;Salsa&lt;/strong&gt; classes. Not because I wanted to be a professional ballroom dancer, but because I knew that being led on a dance floor must be my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ultimate challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Having been such a leader of my own life, my own finances and even screwing up my marriage because I constantly wore the pants, I knew taking partner-dancing would be my ultimate challenge (besides being in a relationship of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm proud to announce that I did great. In fact one guy told me that approximately 20% of all women know even remotely how to follow and of the same 20% I probably belong to the top 1 or 2%. That made me feel really good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm ready for the ultimate balancing act now: the relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, so I thought at least. I'm learning, as you will too, that being ready to be in that one special &lt;strong&gt;Twin Soul relationship&lt;/strong&gt; does take two to make the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yin-yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; complete. So where is my Twin Soul? Where is my special beloved and why has he not heard my call yet? What is it in me that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;repels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him? What scares him off or keeps him away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in the end the journey that seems to look completed once we have found this other person, will only lead us right back to ourselves. In other words, I'm not looking to be made complete, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm already complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am looking for the ultimate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;place of balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the ultimate &lt;strong&gt;place of zero&lt;/strong&gt;, of stillness where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time and space disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bodies disolve into nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and where we can die a &lt;strong&gt;mini-death&lt;/strong&gt; that can only be described as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm learning and realizing about myself that when I want something, I want it now. Actually, I want it yesterday. Patience is a virtue and therefore feminine. Impatience is masculine. It's like a tree (feminine) who &lt;strong&gt;stands firm on her roots&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for her &lt;strong&gt;partner&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to come and &lt;strong&gt;ruffles her leaves&lt;/strong&gt;. She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that he'll come, without a doubt he'll come.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStxXBhrzpI/AAAAAAAAAos/M0me2Yoi3sk/s1600-h/Native%2520American%252012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272432429127945874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStxXBhrzpI/AAAAAAAAAos/M0me2Yoi3sk/s200/Native%2520American%252012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likewise, my beloved, I shall wait for the one who is available and ready, because he hears not only my calling, he hears his own calling within his own heart. It's like the Native American said in my dream last night as I was hugging him: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The drums of your heart are transporting me home before many lifetimes when we were one."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-1463876579810027233?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1463876579810027233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=1463876579810027233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/1463876579810027233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/1463876579810027233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-women.html' title='Hard Women'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SStwzFQBnJI/AAAAAAAAAok/CFH8rX25SCA/s72-c/yin_yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2942088644316712253</id><published>2008-11-22T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:23:49.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mysterious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun&apos;s light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masculine'/><title type='text'>The Sun and the Moon - Perfect Leader, Perfect Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShrgMPudqI/AAAAAAAAAns/S9zgorVlA9k/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271581564624336546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShrgMPudqI/AAAAAAAAAns/S9zgorVlA9k/s200/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a constant, &lt;strong&gt;exiting&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exhilirating journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to finding my own Self in my relationship with my true &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I am left to working on myself. The visions continue pouring in, the journey continues getting more and more full with &lt;strong&gt;guidance&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;milestones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and tremendous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;insights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from what seems &lt;strong&gt;legions of helpers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Relationships are meant to be so easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if we just watched and followed our examples of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mother Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes I know, it's easier said than done - but truly, if we were to &lt;strong&gt;look &lt;/strong&gt;more, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more, and talk &lt;strong&gt;a whole lot less&lt;/strong&gt;, than all our questions would be answered and not only that, but we would also be given the steps of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at our biggest examples. They're so big &lt;strong&gt;they're in our face every day&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet we seem to miss them all together because we've never stopped long enough to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and soak them in. And because we've gotten used to them. So here it is. Soak it in, think about it, meditate about it, watch them, and let them do the work inside of you, and you're off into a whole new direction in life.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShrnd-40LI/AAAAAAAAAn0/S3y8DwNTJ2w/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271581689644634290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShrnd-40LI/AAAAAAAAAn0/S3y8DwNTJ2w/s200/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The sun and the moon. Male and Female. Our perfect examples.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun is &lt;strong&gt;masculine&lt;/strong&gt;, the moon is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun &lt;strong&gt;radiates&lt;/strong&gt;, the moon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;contracts and takes in, she absorbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun is &lt;strong&gt;light&lt;/strong&gt;, the moon is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun &lt;strong&gt;initiates&lt;/strong&gt;, the moon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;receives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;regives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the sun's light in equal measures back to him).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun is much &lt;strong&gt;farther away&lt;/strong&gt; from their "child," planet Earth, the moon always circles around her "child" and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;protects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sun &lt;strong&gt;never tires&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;never withholds&lt;/strong&gt; his rays under any circumstances.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even when the moon seems to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hide her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or hide behind her child, the sun &lt;strong&gt;continues shining&lt;/strong&gt; his rays in &lt;strong&gt;complete trust&lt;/strong&gt; that eventually she will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;show her full face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likewise the moon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;trusts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that when she's ready to show her full face again, he's there shining on her in his full leadership.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He always &lt;strong&gt;pursues &lt;/strong&gt;her, he &lt;strong&gt;never tires of pursueing and chasing after her&lt;/strong&gt;, even when she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; behind their "child" he continues &lt;strong&gt;pursuing&lt;/strong&gt; her, knowing full well that she'll always reflect back &lt;strong&gt;his amazing glory&lt;/strong&gt; in due time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;never ceases to trust&lt;/strong&gt; in his &lt;strong&gt;leadership &lt;/strong&gt;and his &lt;strong&gt;mission&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While the sun is &lt;strong&gt;simple and steady&lt;/strong&gt;, she has her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rhythms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they both allow each other their purposes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never for a second do either one of them leave their galactic path; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;they're a team and they stay on course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sounds pretty simple doesn't it? It is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShsBc3P6zI/AAAAAAAAAoE/QA8JW7KZ__0/s1600-h/earth+at+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271582136020757298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShsBc3P6zI/AAAAAAAAAoE/QA8JW7KZ__0/s200/earth+at+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine the sun having an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;attitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because she's on her "cycle" and is hiding from him, so he decides to stop pursuing her, and stops shining his light on her. Imagine if she decided to hop over to another galaxy, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abandoning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; their union and their "child" planet Earth, while she's off duty getting light from another galaxy's sun. We'd have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cosmic disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, no one probably ever thought of it this way because we've come to &lt;strong&gt;blindly trust that the sun always comes up&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;always shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We know the moon changes our attitudes during a full moon and we are googly-eyed over her full face over a beautiful lake and we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;feel her magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and yet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what we're really looking at during a full moon is a reflection of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All a great woman ever does is hold his space and reflect what he first gives her (and it should be nothing but &lt;strong&gt;warmth&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leadership&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in which she can &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great leader is always reflected in his woman's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (as is a leader that withholds his leadership). You can always tell when a woman &lt;strong&gt;radiates&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when she's in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It never fails to be traced back to the masculine somehow. And I'm not saying this to point the finger at men when your woman is sad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am saying it to highlight and underline the tremendous power you, as the male, have over any woman. Do you realize, truly realize that your power is all that matters on this planet? And that your woman's ability to hold your power, surrender to you and reflect back your power to you is what closes the circle of life and completes life??&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShrzjY9gBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NLNdCd9uBwI/s1600-h/inspiration+key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271581897254600722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShrzjY9gBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/NLNdCd9uBwI/s200/inspiration+key.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if the woman is simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;disconnected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;absent&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too numb or dull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to even feel his rays, let alone reflect them back to him? It's called a lifetime of disappointment and a lack of chance to ever be able to surrender into her man fully...Do you as a woman even know what it feels like and looks like to be be completely &lt;strong&gt;surrendered&lt;/strong&gt; where time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and space and even the edges of your body completely disappear and disolve into your sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that in order for the moon to be &lt;strong&gt;receptive&lt;/strong&gt; of his full light, she must first of all be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She must be &lt;strong&gt;willing&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;trust his leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and she must &lt;strong&gt;never pursue him&lt;/strong&gt; because she knows that is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;his job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not hers. In today's world where the feminine movement is teaching women to take over "&lt;strong&gt;male roles&lt;/strong&gt;" and to give instructions to employees, both men and women, we have become &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;depolarized and de-feminized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (if that's even a word). There's nothing wrong with having a powerful position in business, provided the woman doesn't become a man internally &lt;strong&gt;at her core&lt;/strong&gt;. I find that most CEO women's first act of faith is to chop off their hair and to wear suits like men do. Why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having grown up developing my masculine essence to the "t," I know how hard it is now for me to &lt;strong&gt;give over the reigns to the masculine&lt;/strong&gt;. And I don't mean the masculine within me, but the masculine in a man. I find that most men are "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pussy-whipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and they're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as to what a true leader's role is. I find nothing more &lt;strong&gt;repulsive&lt;/strong&gt; than a man who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doesn't know his purpose and doesn't follow his true calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And likewise, I find nothing more &lt;strong&gt;miraculous&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; than a man who &lt;strong&gt;knows his purpose&lt;/strong&gt; and follows it wholeheartedly, with a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" attitude. Such a man I can &lt;strong&gt;follow&lt;/strong&gt;, such a man I can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, such a man I know I can't &lt;strong&gt;push around&lt;/strong&gt; and not that I'm looking to push my man around, but I need to know more than anything that he can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stand up for himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, his &lt;strong&gt;purpose&lt;/strong&gt; and most of all, for what is right (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in spite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Only then can I truly &lt;strong&gt;surrender&lt;/strong&gt; and be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and give up control and give up the reigns and do what I do best: &lt;strong&gt;be a woman who reflects back to him what he first gave me&lt;/strong&gt; - his unconditional leadership and love to his mission, which includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271584538354564226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShuNSQQvII/AAAAAAAAAoM/zycpxMTBZ-w/s200/earth+at+night+globe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to find such a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing that it's not about finding him as much as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it is recognizing him and most of all, letting him find me and recognize me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm realizing that &lt;strong&gt;it's not my job to chase after him&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's his job to chase after me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He'll know when he sees me and &lt;strong&gt;feels my essence&lt;/strong&gt;. He will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;relentless in his pursuit of me because he knows that I am part of his mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I make his mission easier by helping him multiply his rays (by reflecting his own love back to him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your Moon truly out there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realize that men reading this may wonder if their "moon" is truly out there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a scientific and astronomical fact that all planets and moons are born of Suns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What this means is that your seed was here first. Therefore, your moon must be "&lt;strong&gt;out there&lt;/strong&gt;." It can't be otherwise. But before finding her "&lt;strong&gt;out there&lt;/strong&gt;" you must find her "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Remember, she was born of you, so you had her at one point. In fact, she never left you, it only appears this way. First &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recognize her within you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, call her within you. All you need to do to "&lt;strong&gt;find her again&lt;/strong&gt;" is to decide that you're the &lt;strong&gt;leader&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;man up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;ALL areas of your life&lt;/strong&gt; and be about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Shine, shine, and shine some more. And before you know it you will recognize her in front of you because what you are recognizing is in reality your Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your Sun truly out there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as women is concerned. You were born of your Sun and he's obviously shining out there "somewhere." Likewise you're just &lt;strong&gt;hiding your face&lt;/strong&gt;, in an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eclipse type of mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so you can't even see that he's looking for you. Be your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, go &lt;strong&gt;inward&lt;/strong&gt;, recognize him there first, be the "&lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt;" and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that you are and find his light there first. Be &lt;strong&gt;all woman&lt;/strong&gt;, all feminine. Stop playing the role of your man. Yes, if you're single and a single Mom at that, you must continue working and paying your bills and being father and mother all at the same time. That's okay, just play your feminine parts that way: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Start treating yourself like the woman you want to feel like; the way you want your man to treat you. Call him through your actions of how you treat yourself first. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Surrender to his light now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, even though he doesn't seem to be in the picture as of yet, and before you know it, you'll &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;recognize his light from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and your reunion will be the joyous event that it is meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2942088644316712253?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2942088644316712253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2942088644316712253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2942088644316712253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2942088644316712253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/sun-and-moon-perfect-leader-perfect.html' title='The Sun and the Moon - Perfect Leader, Perfect Surrender'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SShrgMPudqI/AAAAAAAAAns/S9zgorVlA9k/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-5124479977646959098</id><published>2008-11-21T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:14:09.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hour-glass figure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing in disguise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nestle into your being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masculine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlivenment'/><title type='text'>True Femininity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdkyX6Bd0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/nYp3IzF0S14/s1600-h/Sophia%2520Loren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271292705434072898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdkyX6Bd0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/nYp3IzF0S14/s200/Sophia%2520Loren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does true femininity mean? Many may point out a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sensual woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, an actress like &lt;strong&gt;Sophia Loren&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/strong&gt;. A woman who is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;curvy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;voluptous&lt;/strong&gt; and carries it well. One of my personal favorites is &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Love Hewett&lt;/strong&gt; - very feminine indeed. Femininity however goes truly beyong looks and an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hour-glass figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And then of course we have those that are so screwed up that they think anorexia is feminine (see photo below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True femininity as in the opposite of masculinity, however, is something completely different all together. We all feature mascule and feminine sides and attributes, as it should be. And as a society we try to figure out what the "male species" and the "female species" is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Feng Shui things that are pointed or cornered are always male. Things that are round or wavy are always feminine. It's pretty simple and straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdkrhLM2zI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Fhp52Pm_Uzg/s1600-h/MarilynMonroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271292587662957362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdkrhLM2zI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Fhp52Pm_Uzg/s200/MarilynMonroe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Deida&lt;/strong&gt; describes it this way: "&lt;em&gt;If a man has a masculine sexual essence, then his priority is his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, his direction towards the greater &lt;strong&gt;release&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If a woman has a feminine sexual essence, then her priority is the &lt;strong&gt;flow of love&lt;/strong&gt; in her life, including her relationship with a man whom she can totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in &lt;strong&gt;body&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mind&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on saying: "&lt;em&gt;Your woman's core is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fulfilled by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Your core (the man's core) is released from stress by aligning your life with your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. To you, intimacy is something to be &lt;strong&gt;enjoyed &lt;/strong&gt;in addition to your purpose. To your woman, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;intimacy is at the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of her life, and the tone of your intimacy colors &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; else she does."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You (the man) are &lt;strong&gt;lodged in the heart&lt;/strong&gt; of your woman. She feels you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She senses&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;where you are at. Feeling-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;threads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from her heart are &lt;strong&gt;connected&lt;/strong&gt; to your heart, day and night. You are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not replaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her perception."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdlC3FwizI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Tuz026BjCSU/s1600-h/jennifer-love-hewitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271292988682701618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdlC3FwizI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Tuz026BjCSU/s200/jennifer-love-hewitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He continues saying: "&lt;em&gt;Without a &lt;strong&gt;deep and loving intimacy&lt;/strong&gt; - with you or with the divine - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It will never work for her to try to quell the pain by absorbing herself in her career, her art, or her friends. If she has a feminine essence, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she must honor herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by owning her deep desire for the &lt;strong&gt;flow of love&lt;/strong&gt; in her heart, just as a person with a masculine essence must honor his or her direction in order to be truly happy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my favorite part saying it in plain English: "&lt;em&gt;If one of your highest goals is psychological or spiritual reedom, then you will highly value your intimacy. Nobody will press your buttons or reflect your asshole to you better &lt;strong&gt;than your woman&lt;/strong&gt;. She will point out your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; better than a boot camp drill sergeant. She will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your &lt;strong&gt;ambiguity&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; better than any workshop teacher. She will do you better than a whore and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give you more loving than you can handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And all the while she will shower your life with &lt;strong&gt;radiant blessing&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enlivenment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - if she learns to own her true feminine desires and you learn to own your true masculine desires."&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdlThiNajI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pFCeE6yr98E/s1600-h/NOT+feminine.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271293274954230322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdlThiNajI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pFCeE6yr98E/s200/NOT+feminine.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't add to these words because they speak so true of how differently men and women function. Granted, we all have masculine and feminine tendencies. There is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in each of us, however. And for me as a woman, my core needs to be "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." A difficult task for me because my Dad wished I was born a boy. He treated me like a boy most of my childhood and I didn't accept that I was a girl until I was 10 years old, long after I was enrolled in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rugby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ice hockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I came home dirty every night trying to catch &lt;strong&gt;frogs&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;crickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the boys. I was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tomboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdlmG3QNgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/CDslKy4cmW8/s1600-h/pregnantblue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271293594212251138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdlmG3QNgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/CDslKy4cmW8/s200/pregnantblue2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Femininity is new to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, shall I say it's a new realization for me. It obviously has always been there (no sex change here, I'm all woman indeed). And at times I realize how powerful this feminine source is and I'm learning slowly but surely to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stay in the feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rather than hopping over to the &lt;strong&gt;masculine&lt;/strong&gt; where it's much more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (because it's so much &lt;strong&gt;simpler&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The masculine is &lt;strong&gt;black or white&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;up or down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yes or no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - not much drama here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feminine seems to flow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;left, right, up, down, inside and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - how couldn't anyone get confused with all these directions! No wonder men are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and never know what to &lt;strong&gt;expect&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while &lt;strong&gt;I am waiting for you&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beloved Twin Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I shall have a lot of work to do finding my comfort zone in this &lt;strong&gt;wild, wild country of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;femininity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdmvjNpKZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/CFdSYm09ocg/s1600-h/earthwomannice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271294855952804242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdmvjNpKZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/CFdSYm09ocg/s200/earthwomannice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I may get lost from time to time, but I vow to continually work on becoming more feminine, and all the woman that I have come to be. Be it in the form of the &lt;strong&gt;make-up&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or wear (I just bought a pair of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red high heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my first I admit), or in the way I &lt;strong&gt;yield&lt;/strong&gt; to a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;man's leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because I understand and accept that this is his purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I'm &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of looking like a woman, having a career like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;masculine woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;wearing the pants&lt;/strong&gt; in every situation and being a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mother and father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all at the same time. I long to be &lt;strong&gt;fragile&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nestle into your Being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and to be able to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to you with my &lt;strong&gt;full confidence and trust&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time for us to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I am ready for you to &lt;strong&gt;come home&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-5124479977646959098?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5124479977646959098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=5124479977646959098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5124479977646959098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5124479977646959098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-femininity.html' title='True Femininity'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSdkyX6Bd0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/nYp3IzF0S14/s72-c/Sophia%2520Loren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6301560469552030738</id><published>2008-11-20T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:48:15.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black hole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbearable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solar plexus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victim mentality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nauseated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pieces'/><title type='text'>Missing My Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYspY0Tq3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/h6dGdC1v3-A/s1600-h/heart+on+mouse+trap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949503431846770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYspY0Tq3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/h6dGdC1v3-A/s200/heart+on+mouse+trap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anyone out there who knows what it feels like to miss someone so much that at times you almost want to close your eyes, this time for one last time because your pain is so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so &lt;strong&gt;numbing&lt;/strong&gt;? Have you ever had the following experience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you, but the feeling comes for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a few seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here and there at first. After a day or two the feeling seems to reside more pronounced in the &lt;strong&gt;solar plexus&lt;/strong&gt; area. After another day or so it starts to radiate out towards the &lt;strong&gt;stomach&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;heart area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, growing ever bigger. It's as if there is a "&lt;strong&gt;black hole&lt;/strong&gt;" in the center where my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shining&lt;/span&gt; solar plexus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; usually is. The pain grows bigger until it eventually makes you feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nauseated and sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to your stomach. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYtLgrRuxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8TOhEXErfq8/s1600-h/fear,+hiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270950089657006866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYtLgrRuxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8TOhEXErfq8/s200/fear,+hiding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's as if there is a giant elephant standing on your chest, weighing as much as the whole world and then some. The pain increases and I get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;headaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;sore throat&lt;/strong&gt;. It's as if someone is having their hands around my neck as if they're wanting to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. You don't know if your &lt;strong&gt;tear ducts&lt;/strong&gt; are directly linked to the Pacific Ocean, they just won't stop &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Appetite has long gone and the longing for long, uninterrupted &lt;strong&gt;sleep&lt;/strong&gt; that lasts a few weeks or months start to become predominant. Eventually you start getting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;short of breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or start having breathing problems all together. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sets in. A &lt;strong&gt;bronchitis&lt;/strong&gt; is no suprise, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or a &lt;strong&gt;flu&lt;/strong&gt; is not out of the ordinary either until the entire bodily system starts to shut down. Thoughts of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why did this person leave me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what did I do to make him go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" start to circle in a forever spin inside my head. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Victim mentality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starts to take over and soon, reverting to a small and weak child curled up in a corner somewhere, crying her eyes out because she doesn't understand, start to take shape. Before you know it you don't even want to leave the house. When people invite you to go out you decline because you don't feel like you want to be seen in public. You'd rather stay at home &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sulking and missing your beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps you've never experienced such deep feelings? Maybe you're asking yourself why anyone would let themselves go "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" into the hole before they climb back out into "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYtltONzmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hHW5VHOutD4/s1600-h/traene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270950539701374562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYtltONzmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hHW5VHOutD4/s200/traene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever &lt;strong&gt;welded&lt;/strong&gt; something together or seen something that has been welded together &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suddenly break apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? The tear never happens where the welding was done. In other words, when the parts separate there are &lt;strong&gt;parts of both pieces in each other&lt;/strong&gt;. And when the one person leaves, he or she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;takes a fragments and pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the other person with them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Neither are whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Both feel the separation on a spiritual level. It's &lt;strong&gt;agony&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to be separated from someone you love so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about the word "&lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt;" and what it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;means. It's one thing to say: "I'm missing my car keys" and everyone understands what that means. It's a completely different thing to say: "I'm missing my loved one." But what does it really mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dictionary states that "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;missing"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fail to spot, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;overlook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;let pass&lt;/span&gt;, fail to notice, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fail to see&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;neglect&lt;/span&gt;, ignore, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fail to take&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lose&lt;/span&gt;, pass up, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;let pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't quite site with me and the pain this particular word "missing" is calling forth just doesn't measure up. So I looked up the word "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;miss&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and here is what this means:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long for, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yearn for&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wish for&lt;/span&gt;, grieve for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the word "yearn" and just had to look it up. It means:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desire, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;crave&lt;/span&gt;, ache, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's amazing to me how missing someone can turn us into such different creatures and Beings. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What body part hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when we miss someone? According to my description above mine seems to start out in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solar plexus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; area and then starts to radiate out from there. Yours may be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I do to make this pain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? What can bring back my pieces so I can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again? What can be done to regain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;full confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYs5-2ObWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tVt9D27HFlo/s1600-h/broken+heart+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270949788518346082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYs5-2ObWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/tVt9D27HFlo/s200/broken+heart+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone leaves you while they are still alive then it is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;conscious choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And since we have come to be &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; and to experience whatever we want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to help us create, we can &lt;strong&gt;choose to suffer&lt;/strong&gt; through missing someone or to simply make a list (mental or on paper) of all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amazing moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you've been &lt;strong&gt;blessed&lt;/strong&gt; with to experience with them. Then hold a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" for that relationship and let the relationship go. Let the person go, wish them well and realize that he or she has fulfilled their part of the contract. It may just have been part of the overall plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then sit for a moment in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and realize that you didn't break after all. Even if it felt like you broke into a million pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All shall be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6301560469552030738?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6301560469552030738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6301560469552030738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6301560469552030738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6301560469552030738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-my-beloved.html' title='Missing My Beloved'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSYspY0Tq3I/AAAAAAAAAcs/h6dGdC1v3-A/s72-c/heart+on+mouse+trap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6225099832752402027</id><published>2008-11-19T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:58:46.824-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling safe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narrow bridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinah craix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportunities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfortable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><title type='text'>True Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh the &lt;strong&gt;comfort&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inexpressible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;feeling safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with another person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having neither to &lt;strong&gt;weigh&lt;/strong&gt; thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pouring&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;them all right out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just as they are&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chaff and grain together---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certain that a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will take and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep what is &lt;strong&gt;worth keeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and with a breath of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blow the rest away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Written by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinah Craix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over a century ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270471773671873202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSR6J2xvWrI/AAAAAAAAAck/YlfO7Sl9YDY/s200/angels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find what you're &lt;strong&gt;looking&lt;/strong&gt; for...or have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;create&lt;/strong&gt; what you want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone sent me an e-mail today in which it said: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Opportunities appear bigger when they're leaving than when they're coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." I am &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt; today, my love, because I'm &lt;strong&gt;fearful&lt;/strong&gt; that you will let this opportunity slip by, which in turn will make so many people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for love for even more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I pray for the journey of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" to begin soon and I understand that my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cannot be part of it, in fact, my &lt;strong&gt;fear&lt;/strong&gt; is probably what's keeping you from arriving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for &lt;strong&gt;forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;understanding&lt;/strong&gt; to know where to place my foot next on this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;narrow bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6225099832752402027?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6225099832752402027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6225099832752402027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6225099832752402027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6225099832752402027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-friendship.html' title='True Friendship'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSR6J2xvWrI/AAAAAAAAAck/YlfO7Sl9YDY/s72-c/angels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-5846042750411916489</id><published>2008-11-18T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:11:46.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illuminate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow collector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intergalactic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brighten your path'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling from within'/><title type='text'>Rainbows, Visions and Twin Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMRwC1zneI/AAAAAAAAAb8/_chAsb9J1v8/s1600-h/rainbow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270075506047557090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMRwC1zneI/AAAAAAAAAb8/_chAsb9J1v8/s200/rainbow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Visions of the Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am off on my "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;night job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and am asked what my job duty is. "I'm an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Intergalactic Rainbow Collector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," I answered. I am asked if I could explain what an intergalactic rainbow collector does, and I couldn't explain it because "they wouldn't understand it anyway." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I shake a man's hand and immediately a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;rainbow is transferred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from his right hand to his left hand. Then I see a vision of him standing tall with his legs closed and his face towards heaven, arms spread out to this sides, with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rainbow strong and vibrant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from his one hand to his other hand, and the holographic equivalent of the upper rainbow also appearing below, to complete the circle of the rainbow.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMSgD_GoCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xgj6vuBRQT8/s1600-h/rainbow+and+heaven.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270076330988707874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMSgD_GoCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xgj6vuBRQT8/s200/rainbow+and+heaven.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While still shaking his hand he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FEELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;special something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" going through his body and he inevitabley &lt;strong&gt;knows intuitively&lt;/strong&gt; and on every level, that something special just took place, but he can't decipher it and he doesn't see what I see. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's a changed man in one instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The corresponding question: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What decision will he make concerning us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMSnrTgkRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/R5CtdJts8II/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270076461802361106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMSnrTgkRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/R5CtdJts8II/s200/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Translation:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you feel this power and you are indeed a changed man, you still are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not convinced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by this power and you're scared to follow it. When Jesus asked his disciples to follow him not one of them made &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as to why they couldn't or shouldn't, not one of them delayed saying that they had to go say good bye first. They followed him knowing intuitively that this is what they had to do. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was a calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarly, you too have a calling and you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;either follow your calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or you'll find &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;every excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the book why you're &lt;strong&gt;too scared&lt;/strong&gt; to. The choice of either decision is completely with you, although the consequences will affect both of us and then ripple outward and affect our &lt;strong&gt;families&lt;/strong&gt;, our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;communities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, our &lt;strong&gt;countries&lt;/strong&gt;, this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in fact it will affect &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;galaxies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; either for the better or for the worse... That's how much power your decision has.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMStLJarzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NXFn0fb2IPg/s1600-h/rainbow_elam_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270076556249313074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMStLJarzI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NXFn0fb2IPg/s200/rainbow_elam_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're a rainbow here to illuminate others, helping them complete their circles of bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I can help because I'm half of the rainbow, as you are half of mine. But I can't do it alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My blessings accompany you and I shine my rainbow to brighten your path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-5846042750411916489?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5846042750411916489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=5846042750411916489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5846042750411916489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5846042750411916489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainbows-visions-and-twin-souls.html' title='Rainbows, Visions and Twin Souls'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMRwC1zneI/AAAAAAAAAb8/_chAsb9J1v8/s72-c/rainbow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4632687939885519731</id><published>2008-11-18T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:58:57.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mourning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing in disguise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss of joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infatuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roam the earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molecule'/><title type='text'>Is Regret good energy or bad energy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMBTR24VnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/RSfadSjpe_o/s1600-h/BrokenAngel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270057419676341874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMBTR24VnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/RSfadSjpe_o/s200/BrokenAngel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The terms &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REGRET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;means the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pain of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on account of something done or experienced back in the past, with a wish that it had been done &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A &lt;strong&gt;looking back with dissatisfaction&lt;/strong&gt; or with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;grief&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; especially, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mourning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on account of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loss of some joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, advantage, or satisfaction."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is is also possible to have regret for something that you chose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Regret is feeling like an angel with only one wing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my life and my world I have definitely had moments where I wanted something, but my wanting was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contingent upon someone else's cooperation or their desire to want the same thing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And thus some of my wants didn't come true as a result. At the time I may have had regrets because I would never know "what could have been." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270057628558619634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMBfcAS8_I/AAAAAAAAAbs/6vosHvZkmWM/s200/501-19953~Angel-at-Rest-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now in hindsight, of course, I see that even those holes of experiences I did want to experience, were indeed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blessings in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does &lt;strong&gt;Regret&lt;/strong&gt; have to do with finding your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it possible to have met your Twin Soul, your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flame of true love, and to have let her or him go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself at an age where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;juvenile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not necessarily part of my life anymore. Although I love the feeling of being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mostly because I quickly see through such shallow feelings and instantly transmute them into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. However, what is true and unconditional love? The kind of love you want to share with your Twin Soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you talked to a person in their 40s, 50s, 60s or even older, and they told you of that one special person that they knew was their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, their &lt;strong&gt;Twin Soul&lt;/strong&gt;, and yet at that time they didn't recognize the power, they were lost in that feeling of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;childish infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and thus didn't recognize the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; true power of their connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMBpVv2ykI/AAAAAAAAAb0/HA7OjYe5owA/s1600-h/little_girl_praying%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270057798677744194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMBpVv2ykI/AAAAAAAAAb0/HA7OjYe5owA/s200/little_girl_praying%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roam this Earth with aching hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because they let the one person go that would have changed the entire course of their life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how many people are out there having true regrets that they didn't follow their hearts at one point or another...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question is, what are you to do if you have indeed let a person go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a way to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Should you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;settle for second best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Should you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wait for another life time to reunite with your Twin Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are told that if we seek with all of our hearts and all of our minds, we will find and shall have what we're looking for. It takes my entire system of &lt;strong&gt;desire&lt;/strong&gt;, every &lt;strong&gt;atom&lt;/strong&gt;, every &lt;strong&gt;molecule&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;neuron&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;work together to merging with this person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Is it hard work? Absolutely not. All it takes is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ease&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100% match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm calling for my 100% match - &lt;strong&gt;show me&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with me about what my next steps are in order to complete myself so I can stand before you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ready for our merging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4632687939885519731?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4632687939885519731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4632687939885519731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4632687939885519731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4632687939885519731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-regret-good-energy-or-bad-energy.html' title='Is Regret good energy or bad energy?'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSMBTR24VnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/RSfadSjpe_o/s72-c/BrokenAngel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2557508736312988707</id><published>2008-11-17T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:01:54.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength of character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='side step'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Deida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time and space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superior man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drench'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greater love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essence'/><title type='text'>Leadership vs. Mediocrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGwR6o44fI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jjLphXeB9to/s1600-h/child-angel-field-625a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686860845212146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGwR6o44fI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jjLphXeB9to/s200/child-angel-field-625a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;David Deida wrote a great book called "&lt;em&gt;The Way of the Superior Man&lt;/em&gt;." A must-have for all men and women. I am rewriting the following paragraph to address my beloved Twin Soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beloved, I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; your weaknesses better than anybody. I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; where you will falter and give up. I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; the degree of medicirty you will &lt;strong&gt;settle&lt;/strong&gt; for. And, I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; your true capacity as a full man, a man of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;free consciousness and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My gift to you, because I am a good woman, is to test you with my darkest moods, over and over and over, until your consciousness is unperturbed by my feminine challenge, and you are able to pervade me with your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, just as you are here to pervade the world. In response to your fearless consciouness, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will drench your world in love and light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're out with your buddies and they encourage you to go ask that woman across the room for her phone number because she's been noticing you, you might have one of the following three internal dialogues:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGwbDMCGDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CG6ywtFmD-s/s1600-h/angel-butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269687017758922802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGwbDMCGDI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CG6ywtFmD-s/s200/angel-butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are three stages a man might handle this situation: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;"She's interested in me, I should take advantage of the situation. No one will ever find out, or I can confess it later."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;"I should indeed take advantage of her interest in me, but I won't because I made a promise to my partner that I won't cheat on her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;"I am not interested in the least because I've already met my 'one and only' and have everything I need and want in her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first guy is what women call "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;strong&gt;He'll take any opportunity&lt;/strong&gt; to be with a woman whose interested in him. Most women would label the second guy for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because of his strength not to ask an attractive woman for her phone number. They would be ecstatic to have a man like that in their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I on the other hand would be disappointed that you didn't take path number three. Granted, if you had chosen path number two, you didn't ask for her phone number, because right now we're in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and are having a &lt;strong&gt;great time&lt;/strong&gt;. But what would have happened if we had a fight that night and were going through a rough time in our lives? I wonder if a little "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;side step&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" with a stranger would have been a nice "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" for you... The reason you wouldn't ask for her number is not because of the promise you made to me, but because you believe that you're already with your Twin Soul and nothing can compare to our union.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGwi-1RLAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2yGJFhNRc7s/s1600-h/stairwaytoheaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269687154028653570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGwi-1RLAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2yGJFhNRc7s/s200/stairwaytoheaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I want and desire more than anything in my man is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strength of character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There are way too many whimps on this planet. You can promise the world to me and keep most of your promises. But if you are keeping your promises because of me and not because of your own character, than your promises eventually will crumble like a house of cards. These promises you make will result in seeds of resentment and eventually you would feel like I'm controlling you. I have no desire in being with you if you need to make promises to me... &lt;strong&gt;I need to know that you do and don't do things because it's just not who you are, or because it's just who you are and how you want to live your life, no matter what anyone else says, including me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your word must be worth gold to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let your "yes" mean "yes" and your "no" mean "no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then I can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into you and &lt;strong&gt;be all woman.&lt;/strong&gt; Then I can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let myself go into your essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, knowing that the core of you will always keep me safe and that you &lt;strong&gt;never compromise our love&lt;/strong&gt;, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you never compromise your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRENGTH OF CHARACTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wins by far any other qualities I am looking for in you. It translates into leadership that I can trust and in doing so you are building our stairway into heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2557508736312988707?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2557508736312988707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2557508736312988707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2557508736312988707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2557508736312988707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/leadership-vs-mediocrity.html' title='Leadership vs. Mediocrity'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGwR6o44fI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jjLphXeB9to/s72-c/child-angel-field-625a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4615646599276383566</id><published>2008-11-17T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:00:25.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='construction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not ready'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='settle for second best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfortable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice house'/><title type='text'>Giving Up? Vision for the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGmw5rvTeI/AAAAAAAAAas/eWP4r9_kbyg/s1600-h/pregnant-woman-food-and-drink-9-AJHD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676398048398818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGmw5rvTeI/AAAAAAAAAas/eWP4r9_kbyg/s200/pregnant-woman-food-and-drink-9-AJHD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an interesting dream, question and interpretation I experienced this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dream:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and drove to a hospital in another city. The hospital was still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;under construction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and had no official patients. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was a friend of mine and he showed me to the bed in the surgery room, where I would be giving birth to my baby boy. The baby was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, however, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he had not dropped yet at all and was not even close to being born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The doctor asked me if he could give me drugs to speed up the process and I said: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Absolutely not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." He asked me for a glass of water and I gladly accepted a glass of water. After drinking it, I felt dizzy and disoriented. I was alert enough to know that I was given some drug to speed up the process, and I felt betrayed and angry. Luckily and miraculously, the baby didn't react to the drugs and remained where he was, he simply refused to drop as he was just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not ready&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The doctor came and we talked about him looking for a place around the hospital where he could buy a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. However, the houses around the hospital were very expensive and he said that he would have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;settle for the second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; most expensive place a little ways down the street. I gave him a list of other places near by that had extremely nice houses, but his heart truly was to finding something in the most expensive area, he seemed disappointed. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGnBeL0IqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KiOwFFMkXV4/s1600-h/CVC%2520and%2520Main%2520Hospital%2520(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676682724516514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGnBeL0IqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KiOwFFMkXV4/s200/CVC%2520and%2520Main%2520Hospital%2520(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the question I asked more than a week ago, which Spirit matched up this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Should I let go of you, close off the relationship, turn my back once and for all, and is there someone else who is my one and only Twin Soul?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done enough dream analysis and soul searching to know that &lt;strong&gt;giving birth&lt;/strong&gt; in any dream is always a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good omen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (unless it's giving birth to something not of the light). My boy &lt;strong&gt;didn't want to be rushed&lt;/strong&gt;, even though the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;due date has arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which can be likened to the stars having aligned to you being born, you had the final say-so and you were simply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (it showed in the fact that you hadn't dropped yet). Although you hadn't dropped, I still went to the hospital because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanted you to be born now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanted to force you... I want my Twin Soul to be with me now, I am &lt;strong&gt;impatient&lt;/strong&gt;. And although I didn't accept the drugs to speed up the process (which could be likened to me forcing the issue), I did drink the water, which contained a form of drug to speed up the process. I have to accept that somehow my behavior acts like an ultimatum to you, and I'm sorry. Thank God &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the baby is wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enough to know that &lt;strong&gt;he is not ready&lt;/strong&gt; and for not being forced to be born when in reality he is not ready yet. In other words, my Twin Soul is just not quite ready yet to be in my life in the real flesh, even though ironically speaking you live inside of me and get nurturing from me from within, without a doubt. You still have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your own growth to complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before you can be in my life in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676833027000994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGnKOGuCqI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qc_Rj-Kr0pE/s200/pregnanet+woman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Doctors in dreams very often represent the God Self within us, the masculine power that has the scalpel to make a difference in someone's life, to &lt;strong&gt;save a life&lt;/strong&gt;, to perform surgery on our soul, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we can live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This doctor was a friend of mine, of course, God is my best friend. I'm at a loss to understand what it means that the doctor gave me water with drugs in it to speed up the process. Perhaps it's my subconscious way of manipulating God's eternal wisdom to bringing this Twin Soul into my experience now? Perhaps it means that I'm shoving God out of the driver seat, telling him that he is working too slow here, "move over, I can do this faster." Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital was still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;under construction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's a building where people will be &lt;strong&gt;saved&lt;/strong&gt; and gain &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My life with my Twin Soul will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;serve humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to gain new hope for their lives, where they get a &lt;strong&gt;new lease on their love life&lt;/strong&gt;. In order for this hospital to finish, I need to first give birth to this baby boy. In other words, I can't force my Twin Soul to enter my life healthy, vibrant and full of life, unless he is truly ready, only then can we make a difference in people's lives. Our tree is life-giving, shade-giving, a resting place, for humanity. Our roots need to be strong, solid and intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend feels as though he needs to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;settle for second best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as far as his life is concerned. I often wonder if I have to settle for second best unless you see that you need to be born into our existence. I am your half, I need you to complete the existence of the yin-yang in us and for the world, the figure 8 that runs in a forever loop of eternity and abundance. Without you the hospital will never be finished, because I can't do it on my own.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676953180922866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGnRNtpY_I/AAAAAAAAAbE/1j3IvCxsVb8/s200/best-picture-gallery-nature-tree-angel-oak-TATTERH00D2-mod-pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't settle for second best. I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the very best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the whole of the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;seed within the yin-yang, I want it all&lt;/strong&gt;. I am waiting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; until you're ready to be born. And I vow not to rush you but to let you choose your own time of birth. And when you do, you will find me. And I thank the infinite wisdom to bring forth patience from within, so I can hold your space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my own memory of being born, I was born 10 days late, I remember thinking: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not going through there!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being born, it was &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I &lt;strong&gt;didn't want to give up&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So I want to accompany you through your birthing process, by telling you that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there is a whole new world waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once you decide to take the plunge and be born. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Awaken and take the journey, it's all worth it my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4615646599276383566?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4615646599276383566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4615646599276383566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4615646599276383566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4615646599276383566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-up-vision-for-day.html' title='Giving Up? Vision for the Day...'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSGmw5rvTeI/AAAAAAAAAas/eWP4r9_kbyg/s72-c/pregnant-woman-food-and-drink-9-AJHD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4580593134699963365</id><published>2008-11-16T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:58:19.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running from God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>Questions, Visions and Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDtVJxdVMI/AAAAAAAAAak/Z_bbgLOLdl4/s1600-h/bed+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269472511679878338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDtVJxdVMI/AAAAAAAAAak/Z_bbgLOLdl4/s200/bed+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started a different approach to getting my questions answered. I am fascinated at the accuracy and in-depth answers I receive simply writing down a question, folding up the piece of paper and putting it in an envelope. I also write down visions I receive, during my prayers and meditations. Days later, long after I have forgotten the question, I mediate after I read one of my short visions and then pick the envelope that shows the same callibration of frequency. I am floored, and yet not, to get so much insight to my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I meditated when the following scene emerged from within:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Will you move to Oregon with me?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I would be honored to; by your side is where my home is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I told my girlfriend about my move here is her reaction: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Are you crazy!? Don't you have your own life."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have a life as long as I am with him, no matter where that is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I turned to you and said: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are my family."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the question I picked: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Should I wait for you or move on?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDtKvqJShI/AAAAAAAAAac/mQfXJMeS6Ns/s1600-h/woman+praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269472332871191058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDtKvqJShI/AAAAAAAAAac/mQfXJMeS6Ns/s200/woman+praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly a scene flashed in front of my eyes, when "the blue man" in "The 5 people you meet in heaven" says to Eddie: &lt;em&gt;"Strangers are family you simply haven't met yet."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that you are my family because you are my Twin Soul. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Running from you is like running from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter where I run to, you'll be right there. Family will always be family, even if I decide not to talk to you for the rest of my family, the family ties remain through life times, centuries, eons, eternity. Sometimes it takes a holiday to bring family members back together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also realized from this vision that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dedication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are at the core of my desire. I understand the depth of our relationship and the task at hand. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My home is by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter where you move us to. &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; are my leader and I rely on your great leadership.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for us, beloved. And don't delay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4580593134699963365?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4580593134699963365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4580593134699963365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4580593134699963365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4580593134699963365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/questions-visions-and-answers.html' title='Questions, Visions and Answers'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDtVJxdVMI/AAAAAAAAAak/Z_bbgLOLdl4/s72-c/bed+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4225693687360724265</id><published>2008-11-16T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:57:23.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='echo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time and space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praying'/><title type='text'>Why Are You Not Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDo-JomaeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EUTxF919UsA/s1600-h/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269467718459222498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDo-JomaeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EUTxF919UsA/s200/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's evening time. I look at my &lt;strong&gt;bed&lt;/strong&gt;. I look over at your side, the empty place that is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awaiting your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Why are you not here tonight? You know where to find me. Where are you tonight? Whom are you with? Envisioning you here with me is so natural, so easy - I am calling you home. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more than I have in the past, putting out my voice so it can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reach you and echo back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Pray with me, my beloved. Pray for our reunion at this time. The world is waiting for our merging. You know the scientific and chemical happenings when Twin Souls reunite...it's powerful beyond measure. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's time to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4225693687360724265?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4225693687360724265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4225693687360724265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4225693687360724265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4225693687360724265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-are-you-not-here.html' title='Why Are You Not Here?'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDo-JomaeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/EUTxF919UsA/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-7268140118288830001</id><published>2008-11-16T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:56:54.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nestle into his soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foundation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire for oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calling from within'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world peace'/><title type='text'>Twin Souls and Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDQce5gR5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/alYCWg334Uc/s1600-h/auction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269440751772649362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDQce5gR5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/alYCWg334Uc/s200/auction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teach a class to women during which we play a game. They have approximately 10 important items to bid on. Some of these items are things like &lt;strong&gt;world peace&lt;/strong&gt;, finding a &lt;strong&gt;steady-paying job&lt;/strong&gt;, a great &lt;strong&gt;wardrobe&lt;/strong&gt;, enjoying &lt;strong&gt;great health for the entire family&lt;/strong&gt;, unlimited &lt;strong&gt;wealth&lt;/strong&gt;, being in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a happy relationship with their beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and so on. There are no rules to the game. In other words, they can join forces with other women, they can borrow from the bank, etc. The bidding starts at $5 per item and increases by $5 for each higher bid. They are given a list of all the items they can bid on ahead of time, so they can study each item and allocate what they might want to bid on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taught this class several times (always to women) and it never fails that the winning item is always one and the same: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;being in a happy relationship with their beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was different in this last class was that only two women had enough money to pay for the final bidding amount, but all of them wanted this item more than anything. The two women who could pay for the item offered all of the other women to split the final bidding amount, so they each could have a happy relationship with their beloved. It was simply amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDQAkDup6I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/82xPjy1CdAk/s1600-h/wand+with+dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269440272121374626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDQAkDup6I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/82xPjy1CdAk/s200/wand+with+dust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that every human being knows intuitively, subconsciously, spiritually, etherically, and whatever else you want to call the unseen realms, that to reunite with this Twin Soul is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;most important goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;calling from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a going-home event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is of utmost importance to each and every one of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, in reality it's not the Twin Soul that I am really needing, as much as he serves as my mirror, reflecting back to me the very Self of me, so that I can truly be whole and "go home" and be one with my God Self. And I in turn can do the same for him. We are twins, in the most literal, spiritual sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a website I found this: "It would seem that this &lt;strong&gt;desire for oneness&lt;/strong&gt; must be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; upon which all relationships are built. Male-female unions have come into being and have fallen apart for thousands of years. However, if a deep, spiritual union with our Source can be established and maintained, the chances for lasting joy and fulfillment becomes more and more of a possibility. It also seems to make more sense that our relationships should be based upon &lt;strong&gt;spiritual principals&lt;/strong&gt; rather than man made religious dogmas which can bring so much fear and guilt into people's lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDPsFIbYRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ncu37jCzgYs/s1600-h/nature%27s+mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269439920222200082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDPsFIbYRI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ncu37jCzgYs/s200/nature%27s+mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we finally " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and begin the journey Home to our Source, no longer needing experiences and feelings at the Earth's level of existence, corresponding &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;twins will reunite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once again. Male and female essence will blend into in one form, perfectly balanced, totally spiritual, with unconditional love for themselves and others. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From that point forward they will remain as one for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as they coalesce with other reunited twins to recreate the soul groups they separated from a long time ago. Ultimately, all of us will reunite as the "original One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I long for this reunion! How I long to go home and be at &lt;strong&gt;rest&lt;/strong&gt;, at &lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt;, to &lt;strong&gt;surrender&lt;/strong&gt; and to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nestle into my beloved's soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where time and space truly disappear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-7268140118288830001?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7268140118288830001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=7268140118288830001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/7268140118288830001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/7268140118288830001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-teach-class-to-women-during-which-we.html' title='Twin Souls and Mirrors'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SSDQce5gR5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/alYCWg334Uc/s72-c/auction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-5473840301235586413</id><published>2008-11-15T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:55:45.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuitive hits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun&apos;s light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrap my soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='symbols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin souls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul mates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>The Division of our Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SR8YwSSXI0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/RclGY4rig6w/s1600-h/love90s2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268957306868409154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SR8YwSSXI0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/RclGY4rig6w/s200/love90s2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my journey to really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wrap my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around this joyous &lt;strong&gt;reunion&lt;/strong&gt;, which lies ahead of me in the near future, I have come across some amazing material, &lt;strong&gt;insights&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intuitive hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;visions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the "other side" continues to shower me with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;symbols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of all kinds, to guide me gently, yet unmistakeably, towards my Twin Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I am understanding &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;magnets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and our magnetic forces of this Universe, I liken the joining with my Twin Soul to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, because we too are like magnets who were divided into two separate magnetic pieces, eons ago. Just like there are masculine and femininate polarities of everything that exists, the feminine exists within the masculine and the masculine exists within the feminine. In essence, as a woman I can never escape the masculine, it's part of who I am. Similarly, my Twin Soul's masculine essence has been retained in me and serves as a magnet, to calling him home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SR8Y4VyJeRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ab4usEPJF2I/s1600-h/Wedding+Bands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268957445245991186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SR8Y4VyJeRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ab4usEPJF2I/s200/Wedding+Bands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we meet, you will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yourself in me. And I will recognize my own Self in you. It's like a drowning in your eyes, into your soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I am roaming this earthly life on this planet, seemingly appearing "incomplete," I realize that I have to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complete and whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the whole feminine part in order to be able to join with my whole masculine Twin Soul. If I am imcomplete, the joining won't take place. If I am looking to him to complete me, the joining won't take place. It's as if &lt;strong&gt;Hydrogen&lt;/strong&gt; is mixing with a mixture of &lt;strong&gt;Oxygen and Iodine&lt;/strong&gt; - it simply won't be able to create water - only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hydrogen and Oxygen&lt;/strong&gt; will do this part. Does this mean I have to be perfect before I can meet my guy? Absolutely not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It does mean, however, that I have to be balanced in my masculine and feminine parts, as does he. Only when we are balanced and whole within ourselves, will our merging have the "home coming" effect that it is intended to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that every powerful deed and outcome, no matter the task at hand, always is initiated with a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, backed by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Reuniting with my Twin Soul can only happen if I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dedicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my spiritual nature and through my own &lt;strong&gt;inner transformation&lt;/strong&gt; that is so profound that it will affect the deepst part of my being as well as those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SR8ZBmF2giI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oosyBSdEgF0/s1600-h/broken+heart+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268957604242424354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SR8ZBmF2giI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oosyBSdEgF0/s200/broken+heart+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I grow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;internally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evolutionarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (if that is even a word), the more my soul craves to be united and completed with my Twin Soul. It's as if I knew that I have a purpose that can only be fully completed with him in the physical picture. It's like a doctor who walks into the surgery room but he's missing all of his tools and equipment. He knows he needs to do surgery on this patient, but he can't because he's missing the tools. In a similar way I feel like I have a job to complete but I am unable to without the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my beloved Twin Soul. I'm still in medical school and not allowed yet to be working with real scalpels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our souls were separated long ago and the essence of my soul and his soul know that the rejoining is incomplete as of yet, yet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's part of the big divine plan. I believe that every human soul recognizes this &lt;strong&gt;joining&lt;/strong&gt;, this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this need for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;merging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - no matter how much it also terrifies us out at the same time. The search for our true beloved is like our &lt;strong&gt;first intimacy,&lt;/strong&gt; initiated at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beginning of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, when we were first split into two parts, to realize the illusion called life, in which we live in today. Our entire goal is to reunite with our one and only light source, God, or whatever people call it. Part of this reunion is to merge back with our original Self, our Twin Soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am longing to have you stand before me, in the flesh, in your 4-layered body suit, in all your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so we can continue this earthly journey together. So much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;work to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love to spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unity and light to provide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-5473840301235586413?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5473840301235586413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=5473840301235586413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5473840301235586413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/5473840301235586413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/division-of-our-souls.html' title='The Division of our Souls'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SR8YwSSXI0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/RclGY4rig6w/s72-c/love90s2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4508429432033353809</id><published>2008-11-13T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:54:36.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give and re-give'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circle of giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacredness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greater love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soil'/><title type='text'>Appreciation of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyWjoShsjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ERp54cVxDT4/s1600-h/Camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268251202971349554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyWjoShsjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ERp54cVxDT4/s200/Camping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear Beloved, as I am watching nature and the still instinctual animals of our planet, I realize that the concept of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give-and-take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is completely absent. It simply doesn't exist. What does exist, however, is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give-and-regive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; energy that keeps the circle of abundance going on and on. Rain falling from the sky never gets rejected by the soil, but instead is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and absorbed with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Out of the overflowing of this receiving, the soil has no choice but to &lt;strong&gt;give&lt;/strong&gt; the gift &lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt; to the skies in form of dew, clouds, and fog. And the skies gratefully accept this beautiful and magnificant gift, only so it too can overflow with the gift itself by converting it into rain once again so it can be given back to the soil. And so the circle goes on and on. &lt;strong&gt;It's a circle of giving. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And expectations are nowhere to be found within this sacred concept of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is the only form of energy that cannot be received. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It can only be given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And only in the GIVING is our love blessed with the immediate feeling of having received an amazing gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyWZGhNx2I/AAAAAAAAAY8/r14HkA0mpZU/s1600-h/squirrel+in+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268251022107461474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyWZGhNx2I/AAAAAAAAAY8/r14HkA0mpZU/s200/squirrel+in+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give is truly a blissful state to be in. How I wish to approach my union with you in this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet how often do I remember someone wanting to do something nice for me and how I would simply squash the gift by saying: &lt;em&gt;"Oh, you shouldn't have!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soil never closes its arms to the skies by saying: &lt;em&gt;"Oh, you shouldn't give me this precious gift of rain today!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet we do this to people all the time. And oh, how I &lt;strong&gt;apologize&lt;/strong&gt; to all whose gifts I have ever "clipped off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyXQb8uYSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ElIoEleqhZE/s1600-h/lions+in+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268251972752793890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyXQb8uYSI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ElIoEleqhZE/s200/lions+in+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about you, my Beloved, is all that you willingly do for me and us as a union. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for going the extra mile to come see me, for driving long hours while being tired, because being with me is the most important thing to you. Thank you for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of yourself and for allowing me to receive your amazing gifts, and holding my space if ever I falter and reject them, when in fact I'm simply overwhelmed with your giving. Thank you for your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guidance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and for your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unconditional love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to being the one to bringing the sun's light to this relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I await you with reverance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4508429432033353809?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4508429432033353809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4508429432033353809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4508429432033353809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4508429432033353809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/appreciation-of-day.html' title='Appreciation of the Day'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyWjoShsjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ERp54cVxDT4/s72-c/Camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2514319456579633133</id><published>2008-11-13T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:53:03.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever it takes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mangnificance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male and female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Cayce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlantis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin souls'/><title type='text'>Edgar Cayce on Twin Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyMGB1lULI/AAAAAAAAAYk/V6WEW86Pfzw/s1600-h/DH_2807___15.00__First_Love_Dragon%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268239699316920498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyMGB1lULI/AAAAAAAAAYk/V6WEW86Pfzw/s200/DH_2807___15.00__First_Love_Dragon%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edgar Cayce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who was also known as the wonderful "sleeping prophet," spoke about Twin Souls. He explained how in the beginning the "male and female were as in one." In his historical description of Atlantis, Cayce says that as long as several hundred thousands of years ago ... &lt;em&gt;"there lived in this land of Atlantis one Amillius, who had first noted the separations of the beings as inhabited that portion of the earth's sphere or plane of these peoples, into male and female as separate entities or individuals."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that every time I drive at night, the headlights on my car seem to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;point towards each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; other somewhere in the near distance, and so creating a light much brighter than if there were two individual lights on the road ahead of me. I don't seem to get twice as much light with two headlights, I seem to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eight times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as much than if I only used one. The joining with my Twin Soul creates that same opportunity for merged power. Thus people who are with their &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right partners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; achieve so much more than if they were &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; or with their &lt;strong&gt;wrong partners&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyM6yvHAbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1OHe6KaJ8ZY/s1600-h/soulstour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268240605796303282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyM6yvHAbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1OHe6KaJ8ZY/s200/soulstour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I know about Twin Souls the more I am able to "tap into" his spirit and soul. How blessed I feel, how blessed I am, to know that he exists in this life time of mine so we can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reunited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine us doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to bloom our relationship and union. Yes, we're in these earthly, 4-layered body suits and thus have some physical limitations. However, the spiritual limitations are completely removed because in us the universal life force of creation is manifest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How magnificant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2514319456579633133?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2514319456579633133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2514319456579633133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2514319456579633133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2514319456579633133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/edgar-cayce-on-twin-souls.html' title='Edgar Cayce on Twin Souls'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRyMGB1lULI/AAAAAAAAAYk/V6WEW86Pfzw/s72-c/DH_2807___15.00__First_Love_Dragon%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-6317269112782517026</id><published>2008-11-12T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:51:52.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hydrogen and oxygen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voidance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splitting of one soul into two'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give up'/><title type='text'>The Sufis on Twin Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRsyq5T6TLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/q_7P5pwiRXU/s1600-h/twinflamespiral500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267859901660155058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRsyq5T6TLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/q_7P5pwiRXU/s200/twinflamespiral500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual writings from the Sufis 800 years ago state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Out of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;original unity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of being there is a &lt;strong&gt;fragmentation and dispersal&lt;/strong&gt; of beings, the last stage being the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;splitting of one soul into two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And consequently, love is the search by each half for the other half on earth or in heaven... As twin souls are so alike to begin with, it seems necessary for them to go their separate ways before they can complete each other. Identity and complementarity are the two driving forces and axes of love... For the complete being there must be a blending of the two."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I am reminded once again of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hydrogen and oxygen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Both are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when combined they void each other out willingly for the great good: to become life giving and life sustaining water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267860147168183730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRsy5L5lhbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4gqtQKhwuJQ/s200/bluewomanstars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to scoff at the thought of having to &lt;strong&gt;give up&lt;/strong&gt; a piece of myself in order to be in a relationship. The idea of compromising or worse even - of sacraficing - seemed illogical to me. And the term "&lt;strong&gt;voiding&lt;/strong&gt; myself" certainly sounds like "&lt;strong&gt;forgetting&lt;/strong&gt; about myself," &lt;strong&gt;nullifying&lt;/strong&gt; myself," "&lt;strong&gt;forsaking&lt;/strong&gt; myself." When in fact it only seems like a oxymoron, a contradiction in its literal sense. In fact &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the exact opposite becomes true. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In order words, if I "lose" myself for the sake of being united with my Twin Soul, I "gain" heaven and bliss instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard things like: "&lt;strong&gt;In order for a seed to produce it must fall to the ground and die&lt;/strong&gt;." "&lt;strong&gt;And the two shall become one&lt;/strong&gt;." And "what &lt;strong&gt;God has mended no man shall separate&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realizing that no matter how hard we try, water will never become gasous again. It can take on different forms, however, and &lt;strong&gt;adjust&lt;/strong&gt; to and create new conditions. In form of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;steam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;dew&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;fog&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ice&lt;/strong&gt; and so on. Similarly, my relationship with my Twin Soul will enable me so much more than if I remained on my own. The choice is clear: &lt;strong&gt;Find my Twin Soul as soon as possible&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-6317269112782517026?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6317269112782517026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=6317269112782517026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6317269112782517026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/6317269112782517026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/sufis-on-twin-souls.html' title='The Sufis on Twin Souls'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRsyq5T6TLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/q_7P5pwiRXU/s72-c/twinflamespiral500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4782390761115369530</id><published>2008-11-12T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:50:27.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electrifying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacredness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serve humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inseparable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='completeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved'/><title type='text'>November Topic: What are Twin Souls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRsumiLWF2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/2L7vXTTIBhc/s1600-h/sacredgeomanblite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267855428684224354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRsumiLWF2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/2L7vXTTIBhc/s200/sacredgeomanblite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so engulfed in getting a good grasp on the term "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Twin Souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," that I decided to dedicate the entire month of &lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt; to writing about it. If I want to buy a house, I first must know what exactly I want. Do I want a small house or a big house? A 2-story house or a 1-story house? Hardwood floors or carpet? Views, no views? With my clear picture in hand I can go to the realtor and tell him or her what exactly I want. Similarly, with a clear picture of who I am (first and foremost) and then knowing that my Twin Soul is my energetic idential Twin, I will go out into the world looking for him, knowing exactly what I'm looking for. Guess work and "what ifs" and "maybes" and "could he be the one" are immediately eliminated. And the path is made straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I read and meditate, the more I am feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;connected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my Love. Having said that, I pray and intend to make my call for "the one" a powerful echo, which undoubtedly is on its way to returning to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4782390761115369530?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4782390761115369530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4782390761115369530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4782390761115369530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4782390761115369530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-topic-what-are-twin-souls.html' title='November Topic: What are Twin Souls?'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRsumiLWF2I/AAAAAAAAAYM/2L7vXTTIBhc/s72-c/sacredgeomanblite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2425986793724820066</id><published>2008-11-12T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:50:52.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><title type='text'>Watch a Special Movie I made for my Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-41f55969db839269" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D41f55969db839269%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331416312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61A17771F2A3750CC4A842F19A652B1E8CE6C926.42522FEF9300AD05DD4A7E7710644008635EEBB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D41f55969db839269%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiiniJVxAvncV9oPxk-9oLpMaH9g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D41f55969db839269%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331416312%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61A17771F2A3750CC4A842F19A652B1E8CE6C926.42522FEF9300AD05DD4A7E7710644008635EEBB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D41f55969db839269%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiiniJVxAvncV9oPxk-9oLpMaH9g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, I figured out how to imbed our movie into this post, rather than sending you away. So here it goes again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very rarely do two people find each other, yet when they do, entire galaxies are shaken up...This is a true love story. Just when life is over and flashes by you one more time, you'll realize that all that mattered was love and kindness. So when watching this video of this true story, imagine your own journey of love to be just as significant and inspirational (never settle for less than what you truly deserve). And the Universe shall deliver you just that: True and Unconditional Love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2425986793724820066?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=41f55969db839269&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2425986793724820066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2425986793724820066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2425986793724820066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2425986793724820066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/watch-special-movie-i-made-for-my-love.html' title='Watch a Special Movie I made for my Love'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-218077329373740020</id><published>2008-11-11T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:50:05.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine and profund union'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unconditional love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='completeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time and space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Plato on Twin Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRrtelpmhtI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CaoqCJdDtVo/s1600-h/plato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267783823921678034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRrtelpmhtI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CaoqCJdDtVo/s200/plato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am writing this blog as form of a diary and expression to my Beloved, I'm certain that as I am calling out to finding my One and Only, others will be drawn to this site in search of the same. Never before in history have we as a combined human soul been searching to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" or "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" with that special someone. Not just anyone, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One and Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one who seems to "&lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt;" us and transform us into something brand new, like hydrogen and oxygen together create our life-giving, life-sustaining water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twin-soul concept is not new. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRrtkzzXn_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JaGdPJehgbo/s1600-h/twin+souls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267783930799955954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRrtkzzXn_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/JaGdPJehgbo/s200/twin+souls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato described it 2,500 years ago: &lt;em&gt;" ... and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight even for a moment... If Hephaestus, son of Zeus, were to ask the pair; 'do you desire to be wholly one, always day and night to be in one another's company? For &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this is what you desire, I am ready to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;melt you into one and let you grow together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;being two you shall become one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and after your death in the world beyond you will still be one departed soul instead of two — I ask whether &lt;strong&gt;this is what you lovingly desire&lt;/strong&gt;?' — and there is not a man or woman of them who, when they heard the proposal, would not acknowledge that this melting into one another, this becoming one instead of two, was the very expression of their ancient need. And the reason is that human nature was original one and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were a whole, and the desire and pursuit of the whole is called love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRruQgCAF2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/rgMxL18UjTc/s1600-h/TwinSouls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267784681406863202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRruQgCAF2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/rgMxL18UjTc/s200/TwinSouls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plato is not the only individual who has given us insights into twin soul relationships. There are many others, such as the Sufis, Edgar Cayce, the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I have to ask myself is this: &lt;em&gt;"Would I rather remain a single drop of water, independent and proud to be dripping off a leaf while giving life to a little plant or would my talents be used better if I merged into the brooke, the stream, the river, the lake, and eventually unite with the big sea?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared to lose myself if I melt with my other half and together we merge into the big sea (our light source) and have all that support? Or would I rather remain a single, little drop, alone yet independent? Where is the balance to be whole within myself, yet understanding the calling that there is so much more power when together we melt into one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not scared at all. In fact I am longing and striving and intending to get to the big sea rather sooner than later. I realize that merging with my other half will multiply my lonely power by getting the "boulder rolling" much faster and with a lot more power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for you, Beloved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-218077329373740020?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/218077329373740020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=218077329373740020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/218077329373740020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/218077329373740020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/plato-on-twin-souls_11.html' title='Plato on Twin Souls'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRrtelpmhtI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CaoqCJdDtVo/s72-c/plato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-2527728127657316472</id><published>2008-11-11T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:48:57.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin soul'/><title type='text'>What Is a Twin Soul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRno6Qjs8-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/O5u_js2ifNI/s1600-h/loverswater3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267497326761276386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRno6Qjs8-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/O5u_js2ifNI/s200/loverswater3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the "other half of your soul" is generally so life changing and profound that this question is unnecessary.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you just know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Twin souls will both recognize this extraordinary bond, whether they are evolved and whole enough to acknowledge and act upon it is another thing. Meeting with your twin soul brings about an internal spiritual revolution, a deeper connection and understanding of the Divine and the Universal Oneness, this is the greatest gift of knowing your twin. Twin soul love is not to be confused with an obsessive/compulsive disorder, it's not a desire to "possess" another, but truly a challenge to love unconditionally and without expectation, to be whole and complete within yourself before joining with the other whole and complete side of your soul. The longing and desire to be with your twin soul is intense, but through growth and perception can be seen as the greater longing to join with the Divine, and that is the true lesson, you are two halves of a much greater whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnpkfrceWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-DZlHidWW-c/s1600-h/ringsmeeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267498052374788450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnpkfrceWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-DZlHidWW-c/s200/ringsmeeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you meet your twin, there will be no "game-playing" or manipulation, you will have the need to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;transparently honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in your relationship and communication with one another. If there is karma from past lives to work out between you, it will be apparent and consciously worked out. Meeting your twin soul challenges you to grow spiritually, heal mentally, emotionally, physically, and to see beyond time, ego, and physical limitations. You will be driven with the desire to be the best manifestation of your soul on earth. This is not a relationship of hearts and flowers, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one that will be tested in fire and will endure beyond time and space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then, during reunion, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the essence of one simply flows into the essence of the other to create the completeness. There is no effort involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also impossible for twin souls to remain separated on any kind of permanent basis. When in relationship, they may continue to have conflicts. However, they will be driven to resolve these conflicts (and any past karma) as quickly as possible. Nothing is left unsaid. Nothing is left to chance. Assumptions never enter their minds. All is out in the open. Neither sits, pouts and wonders who will make the first move at "making up." There are no games. There is no pretending. There is no deception. There is no fear of reprisal because unconditional love is the foundation upon which their relationship has been built. In essence, they can just be themselves. And as each conflict resolves, the bond of love between them takes on renewed meaning and strength. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What incredible freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Such is the nature of this very divine and profound union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will you know you have met your twin? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnpKOKLZjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5pqoqroTQtw/s1600-h/treeofwishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267497600995255858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnpKOKLZjI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5pqoqroTQtw/s200/treeofwishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; · Chances are you've met through a set of unusual circumstances... totally unplanned and unexpected&lt;br /&gt;· There is an instantaneous feeling that you have known the other before&lt;br /&gt;· You felt an immediate and deep connection for one another&lt;br /&gt;· There is an electrifying feeling between the two of you that words cannot describe&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The relationship is immediate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... as though no time had been lost since you were last together&lt;br /&gt;· It feels as though you had never lived before the reunion occurred&lt;br /&gt;· You feel a deep sense of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that you've have never known before&lt;br /&gt;· It brings on feelings you never thought possible&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The two of you are inseparable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;· When you look into each other's eyes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time and space have no meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· There are no barriers between the two of you... the relationship is a totally open one&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your conversations seem to go on forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The two of you have a strong urge to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;serve humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a deep and meaningful way&lt;br /&gt;· You give to the other and never think of receiving in return&lt;br /&gt;· There is a special sacredness to your relationship that transcends anything you've ever experienced before&lt;br /&gt;· You still have karma with your twin (from previous lives) but the two of you resolve it all with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;total forgiveness and unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;· Neither one of you are dependent on the other for your sense of self&lt;br /&gt;· There is a real feeling of unlimitedness to your feelings... you have a strong sense of eternity&lt;br /&gt;· Your feelings for each other are very spiritual&lt;br /&gt;· There are no restrictions within the relationship... all is freedom without the need for ownership or control &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnpQSGO3kI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0ecKHAdMycY/s1600-h/yinyangtantra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267497705131662914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnpQSGO3kI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0ecKHAdMycY/s200/yinyangtantra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The two of you know without doubt that you have been brought together for a reason&lt;br /&gt;· You do not compete with one another nor do you pretend to be other than who you are&lt;br /&gt;· In spite of your sameness there is no doubt you feel a sense of completion through the other&lt;br /&gt;· Trust, patience, acceptance of each other's weaknesses happen automatically&lt;br /&gt;· There is a great sense of purpose and meaning to the relationship&lt;br /&gt;· Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with one another is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sacred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; act that celebrates the unconditional love you have for one another&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you look into the other's eyes you see yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;· You experience a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sense of completeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is without comparison &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Holding our space my Beloved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-2527728127657316472?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2527728127657316472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=2527728127657316472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2527728127657316472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/2527728127657316472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-twin-soul.html' title='What Is a Twin Soul?'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/Sst_6fddEZI/AAAAAAAABAw/tqqc6EEx_H4/S220/white+2,+0009,+no+lines.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRno6Qjs8-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/O5u_js2ifNI/s72-c/loverswater3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2116160852647034866.post-4572977352615010042</id><published>2008-11-11T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:45:57.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synchronicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine intervention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greater love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>11/11 - Twin Souls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnj6x0HCgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iozeQBgRyu4/s1600-h/outofboxmwlite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267491838130326018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Djllr5ztq5M/SRnj6x0HCgI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iozeQBgRyu4/s200/outofboxmwlite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most intriguing messages of synchronicity has to do with the numbers 11:11, you may find those numbers jumping out at you from digital clocks, restaurant receipts, license plates, phone numbers and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The appearance of 11:11 is an always beneficial act of Divine Intervention. It tells you that it is time to take a good look around you and see what is real and what is illusory. It's time to pierce the veils of illusion which keep us bound to an unreal world. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have been chosen, because you are ready, to step into a Greater Reality. To lead the way for others into a new way of living, into a Greater Love. To ascend from duality into Oneness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The 11:11 is the bridge between duality and Oneness. It is our pathway into the Unknown. "&lt;/em&gt; by Solara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2116160852647034866-4572977352615010042?l=belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4572977352615010042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2116160852647034866&amp;postID=4572977352615010042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4572977352615010042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2116160852647034866/posts/default/4572977352615010042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belovedtwinsoul.blogspot.com/2008/11/1111-twin-souls.html' title='11/11 - Twin Souls...'/><author><name>Bianca Moriah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dj
