<?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-2011887164004135192</id><updated>2011-06-29T12:17:12.592-07:00</updated><category term='a New Day'/><category term='the big picture'/><category term='terror'/><category term='spiritual advancement'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='connection'/><category term='unexplained'/><category term='Mother Theresa'/><category term='Gaining knowledge'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='meeting up'/><category term='death'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Gods love'/><category term='listen'/><category term='Word Wrangler'/><category term='Man&apos;s inhumanity towards Man'/><category term='Cactus Jack'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Spiritual Realm</title><subtitle type='html'>What is going to take place here at this Repository (not really a Blog)is as a lot of things in My spiritual journey taking on a life of its own. I have found this taking place numerous times since turning my life over to God.&lt;br&gt;

May God Bless and watch over you.&lt;br&gt;
Beamer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-3003513543331855433</id><published>2009-04-05T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:02:10.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting up'/><title type='text'>Avatarmundi rediscovers the "the Blog"</title><content type='html'>In my unfamiliarity with blogs and such, along with changing computers and internet providers...I lost track of and then forgot about this creation of Beamer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Beamer has forgotten about this too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: Holy Cow! On a side Note, Av, I just noticed your a Cancer. My wife is a Cancer as well. Then the Strange thing is with me being a Sag, Cancers and Sags Aren't supposed to get along. Hope things have been well for you ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-3003513543331855433?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/3003513543331855433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=3003513543331855433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/3003513543331855433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/3003513543331855433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2009/04/avatarmundi-rediscovers-the-blog.html' title='Avatarmundi rediscovers the &quot;the Blog&quot;'/><author><name>avatarmundi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138187231162013782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpLZrtdNEgc/SdoJ7hWK26I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zC-a8H_gsAw/S220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-4113928862990274061</id><published>2008-08-22T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T05:54:55.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual advancement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a New Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><title type='text'>Spirtitual alignment</title><content type='html'>I have found there are times in My life when all the pieces fit together, and if you are paying attention, you realize this and hopefully something wonderful comes from it and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's happened this morning. I awoke filled with great peace and harmony and realized that it has been awhile since that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is because, I think, this world that surrounds me is casting so much negative energy. Looking back right now, I can see where I have been recently, and it has been a rather dark time. Not in seeking to rid one's self, or being depressed, but just in not being in touch with certain aspects of My Spiritual Journey, which I now Know, I truly miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess what started it off, was last night, going back over what started my B and B blog and realizing that the heart of it came from the Spiritual Message Board, which this Blog was founded on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping all this makes sense to you, for it is making perfect sense to me, and I am hoping to be able to contribute much more frequently here. I need this. This touch, this side of me to be accessible at ALL times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't get put on the back burner again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, but I notice I even type different when I am on this subject, And I love It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-4113928862990274061?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/4113928862990274061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=4113928862990274061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4113928862990274061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4113928862990274061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirtitual-alignment.html' title='Spirtitual alignment'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-1039278615672039104</id><published>2008-07-15T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:24:37.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual advancement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a New Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>My Daily Goal -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Essence of being&lt;br /&gt;  Devotion to a higher Power&lt;br /&gt;  Following the Plan&lt;br /&gt;  Laid out before one&lt;br /&gt;  Listening with every fiber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Performing Service&lt;br /&gt;  Allowing for one's special&lt;br /&gt;  Talents to be utilized&lt;br /&gt;  Following the Plan&lt;br /&gt;  Laid out before one&lt;br /&gt;  Receiving your Higher Power's&lt;br /&gt;  Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Allowing for the Truth&lt;br /&gt;  To be on every thought,&lt;br /&gt;  evry utterance&lt;br /&gt;  Following the Plan&lt;br /&gt;  Laid out before one&lt;br /&gt;  Not allowing for Negativity&lt;br /&gt;  To Dissuade one's actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Turning towards His/ Her Love&lt;br /&gt;  Allowing for every deed to&lt;br /&gt;  Follow the Plan&lt;br /&gt;  Laid out before one&lt;br /&gt;  Accepting, Understanding,&lt;br /&gt;  Utilizing, Receiving, &lt;br /&gt;  Listening, Performing,&lt;br /&gt;  Allowing, Following,&lt;br /&gt;  Devoting, Being, Loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-1039278615672039104?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/1039278615672039104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=1039278615672039104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1039278615672039104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1039278615672039104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-2262706232887999051</id><published>2008-07-07T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:42:38.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual advancement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Theresa'/><title type='text'>Pro Peace for sure ...</title><content type='html'>"I was once asked why I don't participate in anti-war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but as soon as you have a pro-peace rally, I'll be there." -- Mother Theresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says so much in such a simple statement. Anti any thing is a negative approach. Pro Peace is such a wonderful thought. Especially if you take it out of context "Pro Peace". A professional at peace. There needs to be many more Mother Theresas in this world. The mind set you'd have to develop, it would be so refreshing. At least to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Just a pro peace rally. Why hasn't it ever happened? I can't think of one. Sop I googled Pro peace. I wasn't surprised by the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Someone selling Pro peace Bumper stickers are Bumper Stickers actually against Our President Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Then there is the website devoted to naming THE ANTI-WAR PRO-PEACE CANDIDATES. Apparently they never heard of Mother Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A site promoting A global calendar of pro-peace and anti-racism protests, meetings, benefits, and conferences. Yet, you get into the site past the cute label and its all about Major Upcoming Anti-War Protests - Upcoming Anti-War &amp; Anti-Racism Events. It might have a chance if Only they too had heard of Mother Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that there is a lot of talk about Conflict Israel Faces and the peace sign, then it just starts getting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about a real Pro Peace Rally, The Kind that Mother Theresa would have gone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-2262706232887999051?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/2262706232887999051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=2262706232887999051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/2262706232887999051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/2262706232887999051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/07/pro-peace-for-sure.html' title='Pro Peace for sure ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-1703046720405377757</id><published>2008-07-06T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:03:16.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual advancement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaining knowledge'/><title type='text'>A response to Crystal ...</title><content type='html'>You asked that I do not dwell on the negative forces that I brought forth in the post of the 12 year old girl and her passing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand fully where you are coming from Crystal. Basically my whole spiritual Journey has been fighting against the negative forces present in this Earthly Realm. I do not mean to give them any more power or substance. I want this planet to be free of them, forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also understand just how much negativity there is in this world. It unfortunately is pervasive and rampant. It is a sickness that really needs a cure. What each and every soul on this Earth needs to do is rise up against the negative forces in their life. They need to promote the positivity they posses. They need to seek the beauty with in them and all those around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that at times it is easy to wallow in your sadness and sorrow. That the world is at odds against you and that things will not get better. That is when you really need to dig deep and realize that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will Improve.&lt;br /&gt;Be Positive.&lt;br /&gt;Overcome the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;Gain some faith.&lt;br /&gt;Realize all the Good that is present in this World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-1703046720405377757?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/1703046720405377757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=1703046720405377757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1703046720405377757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1703046720405377757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/07/response-to-crystal.html' title='A response to Crystal ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-1178889839797817545</id><published>2008-07-03T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:51:54.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man&apos;s inhumanity towards Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>I don't understand</title><content type='html'>"The body of a missing 12-year-old whose uncle allegedly planned to force her into a sex ring the day she disappeared was found Wednesday in Randolph, not far from his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Police Director Col. James Baker said Brooke Bennett's body was found about 4:45 p.m. and her family had been notified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mans Inhumanity to man. It's rampant and pervasive. Granted, Brooke's Ordeal is horrific. So many times though, Man inhumanity to man is reported regularly in the news. How much of this kind of news do we not hear about? How many Booke's and others are dismissed as so much ... what? A Toy? I can't even get my mind around this sort of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the fact that it was family. An Uncle and a father-in-law. Granted, they are innocent until proven guilty in American Justice. But you have a 14 year old girl that had already gone through what this 12 year old went through and managed to survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this very medium, The Internet, was used to a great degree in the demise of this very young lady. This wonder of technology and a great benefit to mankind can and is used to degrade humans and apparently used to help kill, or at the least rape and mutilate another of God's special creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really sad that in the year 2008 we are still dealing with this sort of thing. I guess mankind's inhumanity to man will survive forever. It will always be a reminder of what we are capable of if allowed to degrade and abuse our fellow man enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Help us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-1178889839797817545?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/1178889839797817545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=1178889839797817545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1178889839797817545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1178889839797817545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-2034095651988716497</id><published>2008-06-27T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T02:57:24.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unexplained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>The Ouija Board</title><content type='html'>Funny, the things that trigger spiritual moments. I was watching an old I love Lucy from 1951. Lucy has an encounter with an odd individual that brings out an Ouija Bord from his desk that he had been using before Lucy walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laugh about the Board. Luckily Lucy tells the odd man that she hasn't ever used the Board and the cut to the next scene. The reason I say that is that the Ouija Board is nothing to play around with. If you have one, I hope that you properly closed out the last session. I understand that if not properly closed it can allow for entities to venture forth through the board with out you even being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to dispose of this "toy". I would probably suggest burning it, although there may be other proper ways of removing this "toy" from this earthly plane. It is far from a toy. Do Not use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-2034095651988716497?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/2034095651988716497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=2034095651988716497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/2034095651988716497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/2034095651988716497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouija-board.html' title='The Ouija Board'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-7229674554970005195</id><published>2008-04-22T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:42:25.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unexplained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaining knowledge'/><title type='text'>The lights</title><content type='html'>When I left and moved out of the house in Oildale, I was full of supernatural hocus pocus. I didn't want to see it, hear about it, taste it, or anything else. I was in desperate need of a break from anything that didn't have an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a few days after we had moved into our new apartment, my lovely wife came to me with a very strange event. She had seen lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lights were about the size of flashlight bulbs, probably 15 or 20 of them, just floating, suspended in mid air. They had a bit of  a fog or a haze around them and were probably about 4 feet across and tall, almost round in their arrangement. They weren't up against the wall but a couple of feet from it, actually about a 90 degree angle to the  wall, almost blocking her path to the living room. They were slowly moving up and down in unison, floating in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I didn't care, I couldn't handle it right then. I was sorry, but my brain was fried with these sort of things. A month later I came to her with what I thought was a plausible explanation, at least in my eyes. A month later I was thinking about the lights again, and realized that my explanation made no sense at all. I told her they were head lights from a car in the parking lot. But they weren't superimposed on the wall, they were separate of the wall, they were a group of small lights, not two huge beams of light. They were, uhm, lacking explanation. It only took me about 6 months to finally accept that fact. Luckily she only saw the lights the one time and I never saw them at all, at least not in the hallway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-7229674554970005195?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/7229674554970005195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=7229674554970005195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7229674554970005195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7229674554970005195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/04/lights.html' title='The lights'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-4694697843274849874</id><published>2008-04-18T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:24:40.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unexplained'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>STRANGE</title><content type='html'>Actually the title should be more Like SSSttttrannnge!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent email reminded me of an experience which I think I had pretty much forgotten on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at home in our apartment (actually the location we moved to after the house in Oildale) and it was late at night. I am thinking sometime around midnight, but I am not certain. My wife and children were asleep and I was getting ready for bed. I had just turned of the TV and the apartment was very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, just as I was heading for the bedroom, there was a loud banging on the front door. I turned and faced the door, wondering who that could possibly be. Then the banging came again, this time much louder. Now it was plenty loud the first time. Cops at the front door wanting your attention loud (Not that I have ever experienced such a thing - just from watching movies) The first time it was sort of like someone being pissed and wanting your butt outside so they can kick it loud. None of which made any sense to me at nearly midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/SAkQKs8CH9I/AAAAAAAABNQ/JsSpjsS5F24/s1600-h/Front+Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/SAkQKs8CH9I/AAAAAAAABNQ/JsSpjsS5F24/s400/Front+Door.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190697821568901074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second round of knocks, if I can call it that was a resounding knock. It was as if the door was going to fly into the living room and fly off the hinges type of knock. It boomed and filled the whole living room with its thunder. It was way past being some one being upset type of knock. This round of knocks brought a chill to my spine. I took a couple of steps towards the door then stopped. What the hell am I doing? I ain't answering that door at this hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a third pounding. This was so much louder than the other two. This was as if someone was having a huge stereo system with a ton of base and it was ponding towards my door. I knew for certain that the family was going to awake as well as all the neighbors, that and I fully expected the door to literally fall apart. What the hell is that? It went from a chill in my spine to the hair on my neck and arms standing on end. This was not good. I retraced my steps backward and waited, facing the door. Hoping that it had had enough, what ever it was. Hoping the door remained steadfast, because I didn't want to face what was on the other side. I fully expected the wife and kids up at any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute went by. Then two. Quiet. A third minute. I turned and headed for bed assured that it had finished. I fell asleep in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke, the first thing I did was inspect the door, figuring the impacts had left some kind of impression in the poor front door. Everything was fine. I asked my wife when she awoke if she had heard any pounding on the door last night. Nope. The kids hadn't either nor did the neighbors ever say anything about the nights events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I successfully buried the night away deep until Amy and her email. Thanks Amy. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-4694697843274849874?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/4694697843274849874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=4694697843274849874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4694697843274849874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4694697843274849874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/04/strange.html' title='STRANGE'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/SAkQKs8CH9I/AAAAAAAABNQ/JsSpjsS5F24/s72-c/Front+Door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-6359292358212160394</id><published>2008-04-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:51:39.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>more on the house in Oildale</title><content type='html'>I was asked If I ever did any research on the house that I lived in that had some strange goings on (haunted). I was hoping to not have to explain why I left there, other than the obvious (things that go bump in the night, literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering weather I need to be politically correct here. I am doubting that the lady I rented from is still alive all these years later and doubt that she has Internet access. I could be wrong ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this woman that we rented from was bizzare herself. She lived in the garage. she had this huge pile of clothes (We are talking a good 5 feet tall) in one side of the garage. She ran a tax service from her garage. She had a freezer and I think a copier/ printer that she used for her business. She ran an extension cord from our house to the garage for the power to run these items. One time, I actually interrupted her when she apparently had a client in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks after we moved into the house, she built a tall wooden fence across the back yard a few feet from the back door. There was a gate with a lock on it. Actually the fence was built by her sons. Shortly after the fence went up, there was a terrible odor. What they tried to do was to tie into the sewer service and attach a toilet, I called the health department on them. We moved out before I ever heard what happened with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a huge woman. She wasn't very tall, but very round. She waddled when she walked. She always wore a moomoo dress. When I gave her notice that we were going to move out, she asked me if I was trying to give her a heart attack. She loved my kids and my wife (which I found rather an odd thing to say) and why would I try to take them from her. She knew that she and I didn't see Eye to eye on things (she got very upset when she was first contacted by the health department). She didn't like it that I kept telling her about the weird things that happened in the house. (she never could offer an explanation) She thought I made some of the stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we had the chance to get the hell out of there, we didn't look back. I haven't even driven by the place. It was just to bizzare a location to deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-6359292358212160394?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/6359292358212160394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=6359292358212160394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/6359292358212160394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/6359292358212160394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-on-house-in-oildale.html' title='more on the house in Oildale'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-4092792317969461802</id><published>2008-04-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:33:15.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaining knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>The place your at is so strong spiritually that you can't escape the fact. One place I remember especially vividly was a house where I resided with my two young children and My wife. In most popular terms, it was and probably still is haunted. Things went on in the house that defied explanation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that happened was the breaking of our bedroom window. We were in the Living room watching TV about 8 pm during the winter. Suddenly, the bedroom window in the next room broke and we looked at each other as we heard the initial chards of glass hit the wooden floor and shatter and then as more and more chards broke on the floor. It seemed to go on for about 30 seconds, although I am not certain of the time frame. I hurriedly arose from my chair and went to check on the damage. Upon turning on the light in the room, I noticed no broken glass on the floor. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was right behind me and she lifted up the curtain to see an absolutely perfectly intact window. She tapped on the glass with her finger. The glass was sound as could be. She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. I asked her if she heard what I heard, the glass chards breaking on the floor. Yes, she said. I fully expected to see a rock or a brick laying on the floor as well. That is just what I expected  from the sound, But there was none. I checked the other window in the room. Perfectly sound. I checked all the other windows in the house. I checked the neighbors windows early the next morning. All intact and just fine thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night we were sound asleep and heard the back door screen door slam shut. First thing I did was check the hook on the inside of the door. It was latched. There wasn't any reason to have heard what we did. The door, by the sound, was swung open and swung shut hard, as if the wind had caught it. The hinge had an odd little creak to it. We heard that as well, both as it opened and as it had apparently shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had replaced some of the front door area, but it was quite clear that at least once, a shotgun had tried to blast open the front door. There was quite a clear pattern of shot gun pellets showing in the remaining wood that hadn't been replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the Night I heard clearly my daughter fall out of her bed and land with a soft thud on the old wooden floor, as though her 50 pound body was wrapped still in blankets just as I had left her a few hours earlier. As I laid there wiping the sleep from my eyes, I heard her get up and thud thud thud ever so softly as she headed for the kitchen. I then heard her little feet walk and creak across  the vinyl kitchen floor towards somewhere there and then stop. I got up, and headed for the kitchen I turned on the kitchen light to see ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, at least no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should have been standing there half asleep wondering aloud about something but she wasn't. I turned around and retraced the path she would have taken from her bed. There she was, still tucked into her bed just as I had left her when I had last seen her. This occurrence happened to me one other time before we finally left this crazy house. The second time was pretty much a repeat of the first, with me fully expecting to find my daughter in the kitchen and she was still asleep in her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of the Kittens&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were both asleep again when we both woke up to our little kittens, probably 6 months old and three in number. Playful, full of energy and healthy, they loved to chase each other and with the bare wood floors throughout the house except for the vinyl covered bathroom and kitchen, they had a blast slipping and sliding and trying to overcome the laws of physics as they played. This night was first for them though, playing at night. They usually slept most of the night anyway. So we sat up in bed and walked to the next room, the living room. The sound stopped, the playing came to an end, the scratching of the little claws and the little sounds and thuds as their little furry bodies crashed into one another and the ensuing tackling and wrestling. We had heard it all. We heard the little growls and funny little mews, especially from our loud mouthed Siamese. I turned on the light by the couch. No kittens could be seen. We both called them, to come out of their hiding places. Nothing. Not so much as a peep. How weird we both though, for they generally were very lovey after their play sessions. So on a hunch I walked into the kids room. There were two of the cats asleep at the foot of one bed and the Siamese was sleep at the foot of our sons bed. Dead to the world. We both climbed into bed trying to figure out what had just happened. 24 years ago this took place and I am still trying to figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-4092792317969461802?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/4092792317969461802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=4092792317969461802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4092792317969461802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4092792317969461802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-8046258775555262546</id><published>2007-11-28T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:30:04.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual advancement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the big picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaining knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>The big Picture</title><content type='html'>"Yes, thank God, we don't get the big picture all at once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted that back in October of 2001 on Yahell. Perhaps you are wondering what I was talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spiritual Journey would sometimes take a great leap forward where I learned much knowledge and gained so much insight into what was going on at the time or something to that effect. I loved it when that happened. Sometimes I referred toi this as getting slapped upside the head by God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes though it wasn't a happy time when this happened, the Loss of both of my parents for instance. The death of my father after years of suffering with cancer, years later, my mother passing away within 48 hours of going into the hospital with a blood clot. I learned a boat load form each of these events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also with the message board at Yahoo, I sometimes would learn a great deal with a conversation I was involved in or witnessing conversations others were engaged in. At times, it was awe inspiring. Great huge amounts of spiritual wisdom was gathered and spread about through the message board and then without warning Yahell would come through and with out warning delete this great collection of spiritual wealth and understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through all this, knowledge gathered, As a snowball rolling down hill in the snow, gaining size and strength. Slowly putting the pieces together and filling in some of the blanks. Even when I didn't realize that there were blanks or pieces needed to fill the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then other times, waiting and wondering if I was ever going to advance at all. Used to drive me nuts at times. Then when I had almost given up, quit trying so hard to advance spiritually, again the doors would open up, so to speak and I was allowed to advance just a tad bit further. So in that I learned ever so slowly that to advance sometimes, one needs to not try to advance. That and I learned about if its meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-8046258775555262546?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/8046258775555262546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=8046258775555262546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/8046258775555262546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/8046258775555262546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-picture.html' title='The big Picture'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-497139300178139382</id><published>2007-11-19T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:09:12.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting up'/><title type='text'>Meeting up ...</title><content type='html'>"I am not sure if you have come to the realization yet &lt;br /&gt;that everything and everyone put before you is put there &lt;br /&gt;for a definite reason. There is a reason I posted what I &lt;br /&gt;posted and there is a reason why you were fortunate or &lt;br /&gt;unfortunate (the Ying and Yang) enough to  have stumbled &lt;br /&gt;on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Think of the vastness of the Internet. There is God only&lt;br /&gt;knows how many different sites and places for you to wander&lt;br /&gt;through in your journey. We each, in our own separate ways,&lt;br /&gt;have found this particular spot. I am so thankful for this &lt;br /&gt;blog, words cannot describe. I am also very thankful that &lt;br /&gt;the powers that be have allowed for the postings to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't this blog here, say five years ago? Because it &lt;br /&gt;wasn't time for us to meet yet. It is all related and tied &lt;br /&gt;in together. Pretty amazing, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically what I posted some seven years ago on the Yahell message boards. If you are reading this today, and you are getting something from this, perhaps a connection has been made here that you ought to listen to and follow up on. I personally get goosebumps in going over some of this "old" stuff and rehashing it here. It is good exercise for me and I am glad you are here to possibly venture forth and learn as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and may Gods love wash over you in ever so gentle waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-497139300178139382?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/497139300178139382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=497139300178139382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/497139300178139382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/497139300178139382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/11/meeting-up.html' title='Meeting up ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-1368262211825075902</id><published>2007-11-17T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T04:19:18.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cactus Jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Cactus Jack ...</title><content type='html'>"Cactus Jack&lt;br /&gt;by: avatarmundi (48/M/U.S.A.) &lt;br /&gt;                                                                               07/14/03 10:57 am&lt;br /&gt;                                               Msg: 1241 of 1243&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The state of the human collective consciousness manifests itself &lt;br /&gt;everyday in our world as our wars, diseases, personal and&lt;br /&gt;collective tragedies, noble aspirations and achievements, &lt;br /&gt;simple kindnesses, play, work and efforts towards peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For a while CJ stood with us shoulder to shoulder and did more &lt;br /&gt;than his share of heavy lifting in the 'great work' of which we are &lt;br /&gt;all a part. His work, his influence transcends the existence of &lt;br /&gt;his messages on these boards. The environment for the&lt;br /&gt;human spirit has been improved by his contributions... he helped &lt;br /&gt;pave the way(in consciousness) for others to find more freedom &lt;br /&gt;from the tyranny of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Freedom is his legacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us will eventually walk that path and leave any undone &lt;br /&gt;work to younger, stronger and hopefully wiser hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rz7a_6DCcpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/B6AYR2Rs330/s1600-h/warmsunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rz7a_6DCcpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/B6AYR2Rs330/s320/warmsunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133781416697557650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Image from &lt;a href="http://www.photoflavor.com/index.php?id=473"&gt;Photoflavor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to know Cactus Jack nearly as well as I would have liked. I didn't agree with every thing he said or posted. But, he was a very caring, highly intelligent human being which made a great impact on me and countless others within the short time I knew him. I haven't thought about him in a while and thought this might work as an introduction to allow you to get a feel for this kind gentle individual who is still sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a brother to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-1368262211825075902?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/1368262211825075902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=1368262211825075902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1368262211825075902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1368262211825075902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/11/cactus-jack.html' title='Cactus Jack ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rz7a_6DCcpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/B6AYR2Rs330/s72-c/warmsunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-4281936449265077990</id><published>2007-11-17T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:45:46.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Wrangler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Another poem from Word wrangler ...</title><content type='html'>In rememberance of a grand man&lt;br /&gt;by: wordwrangler_99 (33/M/Crooked River Ranch, Oreg)  10/29/01 12:10 am&lt;br /&gt;Msg: 11 of 171 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was about this time 3 yrs. ago my grandfather passed away, I wrote this as a way of then dealing with the loss. I re-post it now as he has been on my mind of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why he had to suffer so&lt;br /&gt;I?ll never understand&lt;br /&gt;In all my days upon the earth&lt;br /&gt;I?ve met no greater man&lt;br /&gt;He gave freely of himself&lt;br /&gt;Yet asked for no return&lt;br /&gt;Held firmly to his beliefs&lt;br /&gt;Never did he spurn&lt;br /&gt;He lavished love onto his kids&lt;br /&gt;And even more than that&lt;br /&gt;Was never too pre-occupied&lt;br /&gt;To sit and have a chat&lt;br /&gt;He was a doting husband&lt;br /&gt;To his loving wife&lt;br /&gt;And all the folks in his small town&lt;br /&gt;Knew him upon sight&lt;br /&gt;He had that special twinkle&lt;br /&gt;That sparkled in his eye&lt;br /&gt;Please dear Lord, tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why grandpa had to die&lt;br /&gt;His body first betrayed him&lt;br /&gt;His legs just wouldn?t work&lt;br /&gt;An active man his whole life&lt;br /&gt;Yet now he had to shirk&lt;br /&gt;Lou Gherig?s they called it&lt;br /&gt;But hell is what it was&lt;br /&gt;A long and slow decaying&lt;br /&gt;As faculties turned to fuzz&lt;br /&gt;I watched this man of vigor&lt;br /&gt;As his body did unwind&lt;br /&gt;Struggle for his dignity&lt;br /&gt;For it doesn?t affect the mind&lt;br /&gt;He watched and smiled bravely&lt;br /&gt;As his body fell apart&lt;br /&gt;But no power on God?s green earth&lt;br /&gt;Could take my grandpa?s heart&lt;br /&gt;Soon he couldn?t lift his arms&lt;br /&gt;Then he couldn?t lift his head&lt;br /&gt;We had to roll him on his side&lt;br /&gt;And take him out of bed&lt;br /&gt;But even near the end&lt;br /&gt;When he could no longer eat&lt;br /&gt;The spark remained in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;He?d not admit defeat&lt;br /&gt;Then that final fateful day&lt;br /&gt;His lungs refused to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest man I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;Went to heaven I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-4281936449265077990?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/4281936449265077990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=4281936449265077990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4281936449265077990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4281936449265077990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-poen-from-word-wrangler.html' title='Another poem from Word wrangler ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-9176398364396315849</id><published>2007-11-16T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T12:12:31.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Wrangler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Back again ...</title><content type='html'>I guess it's meant to be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come across an archive I set up of the Yahell Spirituality message board that is still possibly floundering in some form. I haven't been there in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One poet that visited us from time to time on the message boards was a guy by the name of Word wrangler. He was and hopefully still is amazing in his poetry. This is one of his poems and I give him full credit and props and what ever else he needs in me reposting his work without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rz34xaDCcnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RtP9GZYiI2A/s1600-h/BXKsunrise800+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rz34xaDCcnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RtP9GZYiI2A/s320/BXKsunrise800+sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133532677961577074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how you must love me&lt;br /&gt;For I have forsaken you so often&lt;br /&gt;Yet never have you abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;I know not who you are&lt;br /&gt;Only what you are&lt;br /&gt;You are purity and hope&lt;br /&gt;Despite my best efforts&lt;br /&gt;You have saved me from myself&lt;br /&gt;Set me on a new road&lt;br /&gt;A new journey&lt;br /&gt;You gave me sight when I was blind&lt;br /&gt;Shed light upon my darkness&lt;br /&gt;Granted me knowledge in my ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Drowned my bitterness in love&lt;br /&gt;My hope now springs eternal&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are wet with awe&lt;br /&gt;Each day brings forth a new miracle&lt;br /&gt;Each night a new gratitude&lt;br /&gt;I have found that which you gave me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve discovered peace&lt;br /&gt;And in so discovering&lt;br /&gt;Revealed my soul. &lt;br /&gt;-WW &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a blessed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-9176398364396315849?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/9176398364396315849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=9176398364396315849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/9176398364396315849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/9176398364396315849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-again.html' title='Back again ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rz34xaDCcnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RtP9GZYiI2A/s72-c/BXKsunrise800+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-7158184077827600610</id><published>2007-06-05T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:11:44.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, so it isn't going as planned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RmVCz0k9n6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/SjKIBG5rMCM/s1600-h/IM000247a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RmVCz0k9n6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/SjKIBG5rMCM/s400/IM000247a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072534013357170594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is cool. Avatar is busy. I have been busy. Life takes control and gaining Internet access is brought to a stand still by the powers that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what has changed here? Not a damn thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if I ran a porn site here, I could land so many visitors it just wouldn't be funny. If I showed how to hack into someone's computer and steal valuable data and not get caught, again, thousands would flock here. But instead I offer up spirtual strength and wisdom, Gods straight out word and what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powers that be have a firm hold. They don't want to lose their grip. I understand. It took them counless years to gain this power and fought many hard battles. I now understand all this just a little bit better everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the most important posts I have done will get buried here amongst all the other thousands of posts thrown up daily, shoot, probably hourly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I shall keep falling forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fighting the good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT is my Nature and will remian so till the day I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-7158184077827600610?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/7158184077827600610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=7158184077827600610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7158184077827600610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7158184077827600610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-so-it-isnt-going-as-planned.html' title='OK, so it isn&apos;t going as planned'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RmVCz0k9n6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/SjKIBG5rMCM/s72-c/IM000247a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-7360345080945430098</id><published>2007-05-07T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:53:57.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of What we face ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rj_UioVBowI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EqKOvq-1apE/s1600-h/th_jc50stn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rj_UioVBowI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EqKOvq-1apE/s400/th_jc50stn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061998197593973506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hbcdelivers.s439.sureserver.com/prayers-against-the-new-age-movement"&gt;Prayer Against The New Age Movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I include this link just to show you some of the thinking that goes on in established religions and why it is such an uphill climb at times to reach those that really need help. If asked, these folks would claim forever and a day that they are right and we are wrong, that we would be working against their religion and do not listen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is ... just that, the truth. In Gods realm, there is no right or wrong way to honor him / her. It is just making that vital connection, in listening to that small voice, in listening to what your heart tells you. You don't need a religion to instruct you in how to reach God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religions, such as the one pointed at in the link above, I believe, use Fear as their over riding control mechanisim. They talk of mind control. Well, in my book, that is exactly what they use to control their flocks of followers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way I would tell you not to follow their religion. There is no way that I would tell you that they are wrong and not to listen to them. Yet, they have no problem in calling the New age movemnet all wrong and to not follow it. I don't claim to be a part of any New age movement, but some of what they want you to stay away from is definetly discussed here openly and freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. I say again let your heart and your soul and spirit decide what is wrong or right. What alllows you to be free to seek out the truth from your Higher Power? Don't be fooled. As Av, said is it right to be in a crowd of followers as they fall off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste&lt;br /&gt;Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-7360345080945430098?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/7360345080945430098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=7360345080945430098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7360345080945430098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7360345080945430098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-of-what-we-face.html' title='Some of What we face ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rj_UioVBowI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EqKOvq-1apE/s72-c/th_jc50stn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-6729955546464750274</id><published>2007-05-05T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:34:30.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What ?</title><content type='html'>Am I perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly, far from it. You would not believe how far from perfect I am. Just ask my kids. They know fully well my flaws and imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I blessed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I am sooo blessed. The saying my cup runneth over fits so well here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I faithful ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a shadow of a doubt. I long ago turned My life over to God and he/she has guided me in ways that I would have NEVER expected. My life has truly been an unbelievable experience. Looking back on it, I probably have lived about 5 or 6 lives, all in this life time. I don't want to sound like a braggart, or be preachy. For that is not what this is about. I just want to tell the truth and some how open up people to their God given right to feel what I feel, the love and joy and wonder Gods love can bring to you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All for the asking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I start this Blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I could I guess. I have done a fair amount of searching on the Internet for places such as this and they are pretty Rare indeed. It isn't easy advancing on one's spiritual Journey at times. At times it can be down right frustrating. But it is all for a reason. And if you have heard that before then you are probably tired of hearing it, but if you haven't, believe it. Use this place, please. Ask questions. There are no stupid questions. If I can't answer you, then Av may very well have the answer, and if we don't, then we seek else where ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me such a spiritual leader, trainer, teacher, educator, what ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never claimed to be nor will I ever claim to be any of those titles. I have gifts and abilities that have been given to me by my higher power which I call God. That's it. One of these abilities is the fact that I remember what the struggle was like, what it is like to face an absolute mountain in your next hurdle on your spiritual journey, to have to some how over come what ever adversity is in your way, stopping you from preceding. I feel I communicate well in the English Language. I know I communicate well with my God. There fore, I post. and thus this Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Gods love wash over you in ever so gentle waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste&lt;br /&gt;Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-6729955546464750274?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/6729955546464750274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=6729955546464750274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/6729955546464750274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/6729955546464750274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/05/what.html' title='What ?'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-5116060832784769789</id><published>2007-05-05T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:36:12.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the water flow ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RjyXM4VBooI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IctBcuq9wpA/s1600-h/cross_light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RjyXM4VBooI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IctBcuq9wpA/s320/cross_light.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061086328792392322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;""We are not weak, sinful, shameful human creatures who have to somehow earn the right to become Spiritual.We are Spiritual Beings having a human experience." &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;"I had to start trying to find a concept of a Higher Power who could Love me even though I was an imperfect human. If my Creator is judging me then who am I not to judge myself? On the other hand if the Goddess Loves me unconditionally then who am I not to Love myself? And if the God/Goddess/Great Spirit/Universal Force Truly Loves me then everything has to be happening for reasons that are ultimately Loving."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from &lt;a href="http://www.joy2meu.com/Spirituality.htm"&gt;Mystical Metaphysical&lt;/a&gt; Spirituality - a Loving belief system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, obviously I believe the same thing in the opening statement. When I first heard that saying, that we are spiritual beings having a human experience, I thought, yeah right, what a bunch of Hooey. That was many many miles ago in my spiritual journey. We are ALL, every last human being on the face of the Earth, Spiritual, loving creatures who are having a human experience. It is our God given right to be able to experience all the love and Joy that God or your higher power has to offer you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't started on your spiritual Journey, Why Not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to know what you have to lose. Of course if Satan is your thing and worshiping the dark side gives you a kick, then so be it. Its really really your loss, big time. I personally do everything I can to make your type non existent. Not that I go around killing human beings that are evil, just the forces within that may control them. I know, pretty crazy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are going to have to understand something about me - I don't LIE. I have a much higher power to answer to and I have to face Him/ her and deal with the results of my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that are shown a great deal, much is expected of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been shown oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste&lt;br /&gt;Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-5116060832784769789?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/5116060832784769789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=5116060832784769789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/5116060832784769789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/5116060832784769789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/05/let-water-flow.html' title='Let the water flow ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RjyXM4VBooI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IctBcuq9wpA/s72-c/cross_light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-5341599366761811867</id><published>2007-05-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:12:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the water</title><content type='html'>she seems to be a tricklin' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is starting off kinda slow. I have been busy with life and Av, uhm, I don't know what is happening there. I know I should be posting something profound here, but I am just getting off of work and my profundity is a bit dry right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets just say stay cool, brush your teeth, put on clean underwear and Don't drive crazy. Pay your taxes and try not to shoot any one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, so if we rehash the last three posts we have a naked king running around and me totally lacking in profundity and what could be false advertising. If you people would ask a question or two (I know your out there) it would help things along right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't too spiritual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't knock a home run every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer Cleaver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-5341599366761811867?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/5341599366761811867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=5341599366761811867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/5341599366761811867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/5341599366761811867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-water.html' title='And the water'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-219707009113957893</id><published>2007-05-03T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:37:44.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a New Day'/><title type='text'>So, the dam has finally broken ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RjpyPYVBohI/AAAAAAAAANM/20_KYbce4ZA/s1600-h/7+-+17+-+6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RjpyPYVBohI/AAAAAAAAANM/20_KYbce4ZA/s400/7+-+17+-+6c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060482739858416146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rjpw84VBogI/AAAAAAAAANE/wlm-rIbPlt4/s1600-h/00014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rjpw84VBogI/AAAAAAAAANE/wlm-rIbPlt4/s320/00014.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060481322519208450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is going to devolop in all new ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most curious to see what transpires now that we are finally able to post side by side so to speak, or actually top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like we haven't done this sort of thing before, like for years. Just we had others chiming in and the posting was a lot more immediate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av, I am hoping though that you find the dressing room. Its behind the door to the right. At least throw on a robe, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most curious about this line: "Otherwise, I'm gone...unless it seems I'm needed for some job..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are gone, uhm, where? And the job might be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-219707009113957893?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/219707009113957893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=219707009113957893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/219707009113957893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/219707009113957893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-dam-has-finally-broken.html' title='So, the dam has finally broken ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RjpyPYVBohI/AAAAAAAAANM/20_KYbce4ZA/s72-c/7+-+17+-+6c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-163643163639936604</id><published>2007-05-03T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:15:42.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test...</title><content type='html'>...testing...testing...the emperor has no clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heresy for the loyal followers...the orthodoxy...the true believers...the party faithful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many are called, but few are chosen...or is it that few choose to leave the pack and dare to follow the inner guide...&lt;br /&gt;...is there safety in numbers...as one tumbles over a cliff with the rest of the herd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-163643163639936604?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/163643163639936604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=163643163639936604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/163643163639936604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/163643163639936604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-test.html' title='This is a test...'/><author><name>avatarmundi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01138187231162013782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EpLZrtdNEgc/SdoJ7hWK26I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zC-a8H_gsAw/S220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-2322234861359340905</id><published>2007-04-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:13:50.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 / 23 / 07</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am thinking that someone wants it made a little clearer just who asks the questions around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  1.) What is your view on reincarnation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  It seems to happen whether one remembers or not or believes in it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: I also believe in reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  2.) Do you think you have lived a previous life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  I don't think it...I know it. In fact everybody alive is a product of these past lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: I too know I have lived numerous past lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  3.) Do you condsider yourself an "old soul"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  I've heard the expression before...and it really, from my perspective, doesn't mean anything. We all spring from eternity. Some of us walk this plane&lt;br /&gt;and this planet for a few lifetimes and move on, some of us stay on for tens of thousands of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: I consider my self a very old soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  4.) Why don't you follow the saying "Those that don't know, ask and those that know, don't tell" or something along those lines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  Is this some cosmic law? or just a saying? 1. You may have noticed...that I, generally, don't ask questions.  2. I don't tell...unless asked in some&lt;br /&gt;way. (...ask and it shall given unto you, seek and ye shall find...Luke 11:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: So many times in my spiritual journey coming up I kept hearing this saying about those that don't know, ask and those that do know don't tell and it drove me crazy. It's like trying to get a job where you must have experience to get the job. You ask how to get experience at the job and they tell you that you have to get hired on somewhere, but in that field they won't hire you without the experience. Its a vicious circle. So I decided that if I ever got to the point where I had some knowledge to pass on, I sure the heck was going to do so and suffer the consequences. I don't think I have suffered any yet. And Av, if I didn't ask you questions this would be a one man blog and I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  5.) Do you believe in Chakra areas of the Human body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: I hope to have time to delve into this area further some time. I have only just touched on this area of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  6.) I have found that certain stones and gems have a certain strength or vibration that I can relate to or feel. Why is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  The world is alive and humming with energy and intelligence. Humans, up to a certain level of spiritual development can only perceive the external form of things. As one travels the 'Path' one's sensitivity increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: This again is something I hope to have the time to delve into further. I have had some tremndous responses from the holding and touching of certain gems and stones and it just amazes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  7.) You said that Astral travel is akin to dreaming. Can you enlighten me more on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  Much of our dreams are really just poorly remembered Astral traveling. Every night our astral bodies leave the physical. It's as natural as breathing, the difficulty is bringing back the memories and integrating them into our waking consciousness. For most of us it just results in a confused hack job that gets dismissed as a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  8.) Do you drink alcohol at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: I drink very little alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  9.) Do you think there is any reason why alcohol is called "spirits"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  I suspect it began with the cult of Dionysius/Bacchus. Folks got typsy on their wine or beer, and got to step out of their mundane lives while partying on the 'blood of the god'. Remnants of that survive in the Christian communion where they consume the body and blood (bread and wine) of the sacrificed god-man Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: I have found that alcohol has a very negative result on my being able to communicate spirtually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer:  10.) With your astral travels, do you usually remain on this earthly plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar:  I remain on this earthly plane when I'm in my body. Otherwise, I'm gone...unless it seems I'm needed for some job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel an answer isn't enough ... ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-2322234861359340905?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/2322234861359340905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=2322234861359340905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/2322234861359340905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/2322234861359340905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/04/4-23-07.html' title='4 / 23 / 07'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-2234577921194731522</id><published>2007-04-15T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:07:25.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 / 15 / 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nokianakronik/459752030/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053826274962374578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RiLMOIOq_7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/cQZQMxQUiGs/s400/459752030_64d05bdb48_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Do you find having advanced in your spiritual Journey has Hepled you in ways in your not-spiritual life (regular) as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: It helps me accept and understand the short comings of others. Financially... not so much. I've been leery of whoring out my Spirituality for fame and fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Have you ever done any astral travel in your Spirtual Journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: Yup. I went to a kind of school there for a few years. Nowadays, I sometimes find myself standing in as a spiritual guide for folks during my so-called sleeptime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: This is one area where I have stayed away from on purpose. I know that there have been times when I could have, but have sted fast refused to go there. I have this fear that when it came time to return to my body, it will have been taken over by another entity or spirit. I know it sounds crazy, but that is just the way I am about that. It sounds really neato, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Do you have another term for spiritual Journey which you are more comfortable with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: What are my choices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: lol I don't know. It just sounded like, uhm, Never mind ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Are there many people in the real world that know of your spiritual journey, (co workers and such)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: My rule is never to talk to anyone about such things unless they show signs of being ready and receptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: That was one reason why I found the Spiritual Board and now this such an important outlet. My spirtual travel was very singular for most of my life. Finding those in the real world I can communicate with about what has transpired in my spritual realm (Hey, that sounds like a one heck of a good title for a Blog) have been very few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Do you find it easy to approach people in the real world about your spirtual Journey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: I approach no-one...ever. I say nothing unless someone comes to me and shows some sign of readiness...and even then I say little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: Most of my attempts at approaching those in the real world about my spiritual journey have been uhm, not very good. I consider it their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) With the real world people that you do know, do they ever come to you for advice on spirtual matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: Mostly only my wife, and even then I encourage her to find her own spiritual connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: My wife will only come to me when matters just get so crazy as to involve her in my spiritual matters. Luckily, I guess, that has been very rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Have you ever helped anyopne with a spirtual problem in the real world or on the Internet besides me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: If I have, it usually doesn't concern me much. I say or do what I feel needs to be said to whom ever is ready to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: I guess here you and I differ quite a bit. I seek out those needing help on occasion and I am usually fortunate in being able to offer some kind of assistance, if not finding what I hope to be a total cure. There haven't been many on the Internet, and just a hand full in the real world, but I would like to think I made a difference. I think that is also another reason why I was put on this earthly plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-2234577921194731522?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/2234577921194731522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=2234577921194731522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/2234577921194731522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/2234577921194731522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/04/4-15-07.html' title='4 / 15 / 07'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RiLMOIOq_7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/cQZQMxQUiGs/s72-c/459752030_64d05bdb48_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-4438240820240252539</id><published>2007-04-12T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:57:04.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 / 12 / 7 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.) What do think about Silvia Brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: I've never met her and have no opinion about her specificly. Having psychic abilities is not evidence of spirituality. Spirituality is one's relationship with God/dess...being a psychic just demonstrates our mostly untapped natural capacities with in the material world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.) Do you miss the struggling times in your spiritrual Journey when things were not going so smooth for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I definetly agree there. I really was not fond of the time and sweat and concentration I used getting this far. It is very nice to look back and see the view of what I have covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.) What words of Advice can you throw out there for Newbies to their spiritual Journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: Truth is simple,Truth is free... lies often come with a hefty fee.&lt;br /&gt;Beware anyone who presumes to speak for God...when you are ready, you will hear God speaking for yourself. Until then, there are many friends and helpers along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I would say be very careful of what you ask for. For you just may receive it and it may not be anything like what you asked for. Also, at times it seems like trying very hard to proceed forward actually hinders forward progress. In some ways you almost have to remain very calm and centered about the whole deal for the pieces to fall into place for you. Good luck and remain focused. Also, don't let the music die in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.) You say that you can see light coming from gems or crystals. Can you enlighten me more on this gift, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: Do a search on the word "siddhi". That may give you more info than I have time for right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-4438240820240252539?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/4438240820240252539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=4438240820240252539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4438240820240252539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/4438240820240252539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/04/4-12-7.html' title='4 / 12 / 7 ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-3345920712302161753</id><published>2007-04-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:16:50.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Reader ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rh0bjYOq_zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l2O0ID8pVEY/s1600-h/casa_spitzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052224651592924978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rh0bjYOq_zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l2O0ID8pVEY/s320/casa_spitzer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What you will discover here is that Av, and especailly me, will refer to things that have gone on in the past where Av and I know what is being talked about and you may not have a clue. I shall continue in this regard till you, the reader start asking questions, start posting a response to what you have read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is sort of like a class I took in Electronic technology, where the teacher would get up to speed in his conversation in front of the class and be covering great territory with his teaching. He assumed that you were keeping up with him unless someone slowed him down by asking a question. That would usually be me, alone in the class of 30 or so, raising my hand, speaking up, asking anything I could to get him to slow down and let some of that knowledge soak in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be afraid to ask questions, please. If you want to just read what is presented, fine. I don't care. But just be prepared to not fully understand what is being posted and miss out on the opppourtunity to learn soo much more from what is being presented here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is turning out to be just like I had hoped it would, this blog. Now, If I can just keep it going ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beam_er: What if the question I wanted to ask is really stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-eamer: I don't think there are any stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beam_er: But if someone wanted to ask a really stupid questions would you answer it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-eamer: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer: Even if it seemed like such a lamo question that he wouldn't even ask his mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-eamer: If I could help someone out by answering the question and I knew the answer then yes. There may be others out there with the same question that don't even know enough to ask the question. I know when I first started on my spiritual journey, all I had were questions. I had a heck of as time finding answers. I wish I could have found something like this way back then. It would have made my life sooo much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-3345920712302161753?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/3345920712302161753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=3345920712302161753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/3345920712302161753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/3345920712302161753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-reader.html' title='Dear Reader ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/Rh0bjYOq_zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l2O0ID8pVEY/s72-c/casa_spitzer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-6232044229559843231</id><published>2007-04-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:22:08.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 / 10 / 7 continued ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.) Are there spiritual clues that you look for in nature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av:  No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I used to use the moon for clues, up until Satan was faced down by me. Now, that is no longer an issue. I guess the only other clues I use is when the number 3 comes up in the date or a divisor of 3 arrives in the date. I can usually expect a greater chance of something great spirtually happening on those days, although other days can provide some interesting thingies as well. I just keep an eye out at all times and pay attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will probably get tired of me using that term: Pay attention. Personally, I can't do enough of it. I am always amazed by those folks which go through life with Blinders on. They just lose out on sooo much life has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is starting to remind me of many of my postings on the Yahoo spirtual board where I would talk and talk and talk and Av would come on and say 2 sentences and be succint and great knowledge would flow forth. Of course, there were those other times when he was slinging total bull, but I shant go there ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.) Can you explain again how Gems and stones came to play a big part in your spiritual Journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: Gems and stones have never played a 'big' part in my spiritual journey. The 'Spiritual Journey', if one can call it that, has nothing to do with rocks and gems. The 'spiritual journey' is all about our journey with God, to God...and finally...as God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I have been rather amazed at the connection I have devoloped with some crystals and gems in the past. With my removal of the Talisman, (that double edged sword) I also tossed many of my crystals and gems, for they also had a connection with "her".  I was so glad to finally lose that connection and will always be so greatful for the large part you played in her removal from my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.) Do you have a favorite way to cleanse spirtually gems or stones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: I cleanse stones by holding them in my hands and seeing the Light flowing through them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I used ocean water. I tried burying them in the earth, but it didn't seem to work as well as the Salt water from the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.) You mentioned a higher being. Can you describe him / her in a little more detail please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: God/Holy Spirit/I AM. It's the only power I recognize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I perfer to call my higher power God as well. I get the definite feeling of masculinity when connecting to God, But will never forget the strong arguments brought forth about the femine side of the equation as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.) Is there any Sprtitual weakness that you know of which you would like to stregthen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: Spiritual weakness is a contradiction. Spirit isall power. Weakness comes from the mistaken notion that we/I am somehow separated from Spirit/God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: As I progress in my journey spirtually, I am always amazed to discover the new powers which My higher power, God, has bestowed upon me. I just leave up to him / her to increase my 'arsenal' as he / she sees fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.) Have you found ways of doing any spirtual healing when you feel yourself at a low ebb spiritually?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: When I remember my source, That which I AM, then I am comforted. The song of God's grace is the only True healing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I find working in the garden, working outside, being in connection with all that is helps these last few years with strengthing me spirtually. Use to be, seeking sanctuary in a House of the Lord helped me tremendously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 11.) What do you think about the Bible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: Mostly fiction with a sprinkling of Truth. The Bible has it's place...just as grade school has it's place in the education of children. There comes a day when children must leave grade school, high school, and childhood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I feel somewhat the same. In my Journey spirtually, when it came time to rely on the Bible, I found it amazing how one brief sentence in describing Jesus or what he had done may cover actual months or years of his life. So much of the bible then is left up to interpetation by man. I find it almost laughable that Man can ever claim to know what Jesus felt or thought. Jesus life was soo amazing spirtually and the Bible is so lacking in describing what it was he truly experienced. It is too sad that Jesus never wrote a first hand account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-6232044229559843231?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/6232044229559843231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=6232044229559843231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/6232044229559843231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/6232044229559843231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/04/4-10-7-continued.html' title='4 / 10 / 7 continued ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-7994758555950629699</id><published>2007-04-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:19:11.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 / 10 / 07 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.) Mr. Avavtar, You have a connection with the tiger in your years with the Yahoo Spirit Board. Is this your aninmal spirit guide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: Guide, no. The tiger just describes some of my personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I once had a chance to follow a spiritual path to try and find my Animal Spirit Guide. It was an amazing experience that was so strong. I discovered at the end of the Path a Large Brown Bear, perhaps a Grizzly, therefore That is supposed to be My animal Spirit Guide. I have no Idea what that means though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.) What do Think about when Crows are around you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: Big black chickens...also, they remind me of theTrickster (that which rusts and decays our worldlytreasures). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I have yet to really find anything positive about these birds, yet I am frequently having them appear in my dialy routine. Shooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3.) What do you think when Dragon flies are around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Av: Dragonflies? Ascension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I like to think of them in a positive nature, since these also I find quite often in my life. One day in the middle of summer about 5 years ago, there was literally a swarm of them flying about my front yard. There is no water nearby and there must have been a couple of hundred of them just circling. I found it to be such an odd sight. I since have learned that they like to stay near water and they only live 24 hours, in which time they have to breed. Why they are attracted to me I have no Idea. One day I found a quite large one inside our apartment. No idea of how it got there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-7994758555950629699?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/7994758555950629699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=7994758555950629699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7994758555950629699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7994758555950629699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/04/4-10-07.html' title='4 / 10 / 07 ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-1705112989213372884</id><published>2007-04-03T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:57:30.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, the powers that be ...</title><content type='html'>apparently are having their little fun with Avatar. I can't get a response from him. I hope everything is fine with him and his wife. I sent a couple of Emails his way, but have yet to get a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure he is just taking it easy and not checking it right now. He'll pop back up, very soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-1705112989213372884?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/1705112989213372884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=1705112989213372884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1705112989213372884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1705112989213372884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-powers-that-be.html' title='Ok, the powers that be ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-3677181410267881412</id><published>2007-04-03T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:52:05.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long ago, I removed the word HATE ...</title><content type='html'>From My vocabulary. I refuse to use the word. No other word in The english language embodies to me such evil, disgust, and hatred. It swims with negativity. I am not really even happy having the word in this post, but it is necessary,  if only to show my intense displeasure at the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will use phrases such as: I realy do not enjoy; I dislike; I find it distasteful; I reject; etc. I will use any terminology, other that that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it used so casually in daily conversations around me and almost cringe. It is bantered about so easily, by some. I wish they felt the way I do about the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-3677181410267881412?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/3677181410267881412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=3677181410267881412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/3677181410267881412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/3677181410267881412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-ago-i-removed-word-hate.html' title='Long ago, I removed the word HATE ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-5504168902740291984</id><published>2007-03-24T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T10:01:06.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 24th, 3007 take two ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RgVYny8Y4-I/AAAAAAAAACU/yb7urkjD8-Y/s1600-h/ball_lamp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045536398251713506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RgVYny8Y4-I/AAAAAAAAACU/yb7urkjD8-Y/s320/ball_lamp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.) What was it that originally put you on your spirtual Path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avatar: In '71-'72 I discovered what were called 'Jesus People' or the 'Jesus Freaks' while in high shool. In the first meeting I felt an elevation and a passion triggered within me that drove my search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: See this is weird, because at just about the same time, maybe '73, I came across an operation called College Life. (I just found out my wife went to it as well.) I thought it was a pretty neat place where people were discussing religous stuff, without it being like church. There, I became a born again Christian and really started to question things around me like the Heavens and God and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.) Do you believe in fate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avatar: Define what you mean by 'fate'. See 'Karma'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beamer: I would like to believe that fate helped bring Mr. Mundie and I together the first time and has kind of joined our forces again here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.) What do you think of Karma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avatar: The meaning of karma is action. All actions createre actions. What fate we have is karma, on both 'individual' and the 'collective' level, playing itself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer: I never have been able to come up with a succint answer to this mysterious force of nature. I totally belive in it, though. If you really pay attention, you can see it come into play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think a lot of spiritual advancement is just that, paying attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.) Have you ever met someone which helped you on your spirtual path at times of facing obstacles which appeared to be blocking your way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avatar: There have been nudges from people who come into my life for a time. The only real obstacles I've ever encountered in my journey have been my own ego-dramas. However, there have been unseen helpers, teachers and friends... some would call them angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.) Or have you always made your way without running into obstacles on your Spirtual Journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avatar:Lack of obstacles means that you either haven't started or you have arrived. The Journey is a process of 'letting go'. Letting go of our grasping attempts to control, and learning to submit, in humility, to the Higher Power that is the core and source of all Being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beamer: To me. it has always been like finding a locked door and then having to find the key to unlock that door. (For me, there are some many things about the spirtual journey which are hard to put into words.) Some keys are very easy for me to find, others have taken in all actuallity years to find, I guess I wasn't looking for the key or staring at the door till I found the key. Some folks call these the "Aha" Moments. I just kind of slap my self upside the forehead and say, "Why, of course. Makes perfect sense Now." I love those moments on the spiritual Path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.) Do you ever see your self not advancing spirtually? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avatar: Simple answer...no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beamer: I concour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.) Do you feel love to be an important part of your spirtual Journey and growth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avatar: Love is the Passion of 'Being'. How could it not be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.) What did you or do you still feel about the Yahoo spirituality message board? Have any feelings towards it's change in format?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aavatar: I prefer the old format. The current format is a very poor shadow of the previous format. I've complained to Yahoo about a half dozen times...but multimillion dollar corporations don't really notice such things unless there is big money at stake. My feelings about the new format can be summed up as, "it sux!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-5504168902740291984?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/5504168902740291984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=5504168902740291984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/5504168902740291984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/5504168902740291984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-24th-3007-take-two.html' title='March 24th, 3007 take two ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RgVYny8Y4-I/AAAAAAAAACU/yb7urkjD8-Y/s72-c/ball_lamp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-3065677901213916125</id><published>2007-03-24T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T10:43:17.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 24th, 2007 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I be rather new at this blogging thing, I am trying to figure out the best way to proceed ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, I thinketh, therefore I am ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, See for what ever reason Avatar can't get his side to respond well with the Blogmiester, and he came up with me asking questions of him so he could answer and I could have something to have of his to post here so I won't look like a total dufus posting by myself since it is supposed to be he and I together on this blogger thingy, cause lord knows we don't want a repeat of B-eamer and Beam_er here, although who knows they just might show up any way. So, instead of me just rambling incoherently, I shall shut up for now and start the official blogging of the Spritual Realm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beam_er: "Wow, that's a good title."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;B-eamer: "You like that, huh? I thought that up. Mr Avatar didn't. I did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beam_er: "Yeah, knowing him he probably would have put in something about lurking in the grass or crouching like a tiger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;B-eamer: "Now we don't want to upset him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beam_er: "That is true, since a male tiger can ponce about 30 feet and has crushing power of a whole bunch in his jaws."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;B-eamer: "But he's not a tiger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beam_er: "You going to be the one to tell him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;B-eamer: "Nope. I ain't saying a word."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beam_er: "Don't you think we ought to try and use good grammer when blogging official like so we can impress folks who stop and read us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;B-eamer: "Oh yeah, I guess ... so what, I can't say ain't no more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I'll try, but I ain't so crazy about not saying ain't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beam_er: "Yeah, (sigh) that's working real good. Ok, lets proceed ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;B-eamer: "Thank You. Yes, let's carry on ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-3065677901213916125?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/3065677901213916125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=3065677901213916125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/3065677901213916125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/3065677901213916125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-24th-2007.html' title='March 24th, 2007 ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-5134494820413201180</id><published>2007-03-20T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:48:15.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Then the way is cleared and the door opens ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RgCjTy8Y43I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZPjof7qjO4k/s1600-h/01489_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044211143142859634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RgCjTy8Y43I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZPjof7qjO4k/s320/01489_60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powers that be are not as controlling as they would like to be. I laugh at them and so does Mr. Avatar Mundi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going to take place here at this blog shall be One of the most Interesting things that have happened to me spiritually in quite a while, and that is saying quite a bit. I am most looking forward to this blog proceeding forward, for it will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward and most certainally upward, with God at the helm and myself as the ever faithful servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be and may Gods love wash ever so gently on those that read of these passages.&lt;br /&gt;Halleluha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-5134494820413201180?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/5134494820413201180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=5134494820413201180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/5134494820413201180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/5134494820413201180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/03/then-way-is-cleared-and-door-opens.html' title='Then the way is cleared and the door opens ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3tMc4eeHfo/RgCjTy8Y43I/AAAAAAAAABc/ZPjof7qjO4k/s72-c/01489_60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-1377398197398918510</id><published>2007-03-11T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:53:29.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a favorite of mine ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not take any moment for granted!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You just don't know what lays right around the corner. Time is so precious. Our gift of Life is so precious. Feed off every thing. Every bite you chew - relish it. Analiyze it. Every smell you take in - the same. You gain so much information every second you are alive. As you already know, you will never get that second back. It is gone, history, vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel every touch, the cold, the hard, the soft, the roughness. Remember it mentally. Store it away like some precious jewel. Don't go through life with Blinders on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even relish pain. It is unique to you, your pain. Once it is gone, well you know. Learn from it. It is all for a reason - again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learn to live in the moment. Live for right now. You may not have the next second. There is no guarantee. Learning to do this made such a difference in the quality of my life and probably saved my life a couple of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look, smell, listen, really listen. Listen HARD! It takes practice. Relish each and every nuance of every sound. Feel, enjoy life for it is sooo precious and unique. Savor, relish, and feel the enormous amount of each and every moment. Ahhh yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May Gods love bless and enrich your life and the live's of your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-1377398197398918510?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/1377398197398918510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=1377398197398918510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1377398197398918510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1377398197398918510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-favorite-of-mine.html' title='This is a favorite of mine ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-6218068414094243154</id><published>2007-03-11T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T09:38:32.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to stay in the moment ...</title><content type='html'>Ok, the way I learned how to get into and staying in the moment was rather easy for me to figure out, not that I had any choice. I worked as a cashier by myself mostly during the graveyard (10pm to 6 am) shift at an Arco self serve Convience store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can imagine having  a large enviroment that you are responsible for and have to operate a cash register while trying to make sure that your not getting ripped off (It wasn't in a very good neighborhood), giving correct change and all the other bull that you get to do with that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick was staying in focus, right then, at that precise moment, and not letting outside interferance goof you up, especially at the register. After about 6 months of that, I had it down pat. It wasn't easy to master, but once I did, it improved my sense of life going on around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the down side of this, is once you are "on", in the moment, it is hard to turn off, at least for me. Actually I have no intention of living life amy other way. One of the places which it is no fun is at the dentist office, trying not to focus on what is going on in your mouth with sharp implements, but still hearing and smelling everything intently. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beamer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-6218068414094243154?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/6218068414094243154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=6218068414094243154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/6218068414094243154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/6218068414094243154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/03/learning-to-stay-in-moment.html' title='Learning to stay in the moment ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-7599979285939674801</id><published>2007-03-05T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:51:12.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bmw222.tripod.com/Spirit/Topic4/topic4pg2.html"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/a&gt;the obvious can be right before our nose, waiting, almost like a huge metal skillet, begging our attention, before smashing into our consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-7599979285939674801?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/7599979285939674801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=7599979285939674801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7599979285939674801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/7599979285939674801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/03/thought.html' title='A thought ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011887164004135192.post-1398045321942945837</id><published>2007-03-05T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:19:02.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little history ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr. Avatar Mundi and I probably go back to November of 1999. Mr. Mundi wasn't aware of my lurking at the Yahoo message boards back then. I hung around this &lt;a href="http://bmw222.tripod.com/Spirit/Topic1/topic1pg2.html"&gt;amazing collection &lt;/a&gt;of Spiritual give and take for a while before slowly entering into the fray. I knew what I had found was special, but I didn't want to overstep any boundries right at first. I'd wait a while before doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mr. Mundi and I have had quite the time together over the years. I consider him a friend and feel very fortunate that our relationship has only grown over the years. Although Yahell really screwed things up by revamping the Message boards over there and now it takes some deliberate and very careful treadding to do what use to be very easy (Posting). So I thought it may work out to join forces here and pass along some of what we have asertained over the years of travelling down a very long and winding spiritual path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am thinking you may just learn a thing or two here. I know I shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;link rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml" title="RSS" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BurnThisRSS2" /&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2011887164004135192-1398045321942945837?l=tsr10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/feeds/1398045321942945837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2011887164004135192&amp;postID=1398045321942945837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1398045321942945837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2011887164004135192/posts/default/1398045321942945837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsr10.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-history.html' title='A little history ...'/><author><name>Beamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0vgSCFenMWs/TgNiySTHX0I/AAAAAAAADYc/ZYq5g7h7CvI/s220/Self%2BPortrait%2Bagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
