<?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-16698763</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:49:41.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>for &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;eekers &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;f &lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;niversal &lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

My wife, Joan, known as a contemporary mystic, has written inspirational words for over 25 years. Through prayer and meditation she is able to still her conscious mind and listen. As words come to her through the light of love she transcribes them unto paper.&lt;br&gt;
We hope you find these words helpful in reaching your highest potential.&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113888734753675000</id><published>2006-02-02T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:35:47.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Purpose! Truth!&lt;br /&gt;Words, just words.&lt;br /&gt;It is truth that men seek. Truth is the knowledge all men possess. Though the deliverance of such truths has been expressed to man time and time again, he refrains from listening.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is wisdom. Truth is learning. Truth is the enlightenment of man to his spirit's needs. Truth is the foundation for all that exists. Truth enables man to procreate justly. Truth is fortune lying at one's feet, but blind to the eyes. Truth is salvation.&lt;br /&gt;The importance of man's truths is never underestimated.&lt;br /&gt;There are many truths, many designs to follow to complete the pattern which enables one to be present to the need of all.&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom is truth, yet I am flourishing constantly with truths to enrich me.&lt;br /&gt;Side by side, truth stands dignified. Alone, truth is not.&lt;br /&gt;Whence man came to his decision to be a conqueror, he came to a crossroads. He found himself unable to speak the truth, nor learn it. When man feels the need of others far surpasses his own, he will enable himself and others to attain the ability once again to see truth.&lt;br /&gt;In one's own way there are courses to follow. In one's way are ways and means. In one's way is the will, for the will being free has caused man to be absent to truths.&lt;br /&gt;You shield yourself from truths and you suffer needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113888734753675000?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113888734753675000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113888734753675000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113888734753675000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113888734753675000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2006/02/truth.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113779953927041399</id><published>2006-01-20T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T18:25:39.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why have you forsaken us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;And it came to pass that a crowd grew in size. Those who came did so of their own accord, for they were unto themselves by the Lord God's account. They grew in size and number. They flocked the streets and called out in shame, "Oh, God, how you betrayed me. Oh God, how you have cast me aside.”&lt;br /&gt;As the crowds grew and the angry voices harkened an angel of the Lord to deliver them, they lost trust for no such angel appeared to them. They saw none, nor an apparition did appear to them.&lt;br /&gt;They again cried out, “Lord, you have forsaken us. Our earth trembles. Our people lose minds over agonizing. What has become of us? We beseech you Lord, what have you done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;‘I have sent you my son. You disposed of his body. You threw his will to the wind. You grieved and held celebration on his days, but none other. You give grief to each other. You left chaos and displeasure in all you did for you only acted for oneself. You left my name to be taken for another. As I entered your room you shut the door and left me inside with neither light nor nourishment. You called me out in times of celebration, but only to be stored again till a future time. No celebration not planned by man.&lt;br /&gt;‘You criticize me, as all others, for critical is a part of you. You doubt me, as all others, for doubting is what you excel in. You plan around me for I am not a convenience to you. You lose sight of me for I am a beauty that you feel lessens your own.&lt;br /&gt;‘Why have you called on me to put a deaf ear forth? Why have you prayed if only not to heed my advice? Why do you do what you do when all you need do is be two by two.&lt;br /&gt;‘Challenge me not for I care not for these things,&lt;br /&gt;For challenging is man's game, not what my heart sings.&lt;br /&gt;Go if you may, if you will, it be done,&lt;br /&gt;For never will you see the face of the Son.&lt;br /&gt;No glory will plague you, if that be your will.&lt;br /&gt;Grant what you may and I will be still.&lt;br /&gt;I trust you have cares and worries to bear,&lt;br /&gt;But when I depart you will never share&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of the hour, the plans of a day,&lt;br /&gt;The moment of sorrow brought by your way.’&lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113779953927041399?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113779953927041399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113779953927041399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113779953927041399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113779953927041399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-have-you-forsaken-us.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;Why have you forsaken us?&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113690804283257851</id><published>2006-01-10T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:47:22.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Term logic useless, for man has lost logic through the eons of time. It is a wonder he has survived.&lt;br /&gt;No one is capable of such disaster as man, yet he blames his Creator. In time he will come to realize that he has borne his fruits and of these he must eat to survive. He will be able to survive by loving and caring; finding ones own truth.&lt;br /&gt;Follow it, don't be sidetracked. If your road is not clear, overcome the obstacles. Some take the same road, but to them the road is cleared.&lt;br /&gt;The path that is straight has less rewards if it is taken by one who needs to experience the frustration of enmities.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113690804283257851?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113690804283257851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113690804283257851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113690804283257851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113690804283257851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2006/01/logic.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;Logic&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113620588274864444</id><published>2006-01-02T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T07:44:42.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;January. The first month of the new year.&lt;br /&gt;What is it to be first? What is the significance?&lt;br /&gt;Beginning. In time such beginning existed and it was to be witnessed by the heavens and the earth. They, too, were a part, as was the bird who flocked the sky, the beast that roamed the plains and the man and woman, they were a part of the dawning, the first or beginning; the day, the hour of recorded time, the season of seasons.&lt;br /&gt;The newness of the purity of white as it fell upon the ground called Earth and it gave luster as it fell and illumination to the earth. The color of white was first and all else followed.&lt;br /&gt;The next was the color of blue given to the heavens and waters, and plants were what followed in lushness of green and yellow and the color of orange was put in the heavens as sun and it was warm and energizing. And the color of violet came as the sun ended its day and fell into the waters as man observed, and when this happened, the darkness of indigo was present and man would rest for there was little to do or see. Rest would come and new pictures would appear as dreams. This was a gift of the night and the color indigo. And as night drew more into darkness, the darkness of all black appeared, and this was good for this was that which was needed to energize the soul of this form called man, who, may I add, was red in color.&lt;br /&gt;All was found and discovered by each, and the land flourished, as did the seas with a sort of their own. This, too, was good as all thoughts were of perfection and all of perfection are of the Creator's creation.&lt;br /&gt;And all come to their own development and questions, purpose, plan and were told: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;"I plan not for you. You come and go as you, too, develop and I ask not of you, only that you do to these as I have done to you. Give the moment. Take not away for if you give, it is done and you may not ask in return. And speak for thyself and speak not another's words for words belong to the one who speaks them, not for them.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, this is most important. Hear with heart, not judgments, and above all, give, for all you give you receive of Love. And Love can only flourish as daisies for it must be sown and given light too, and then, this creation will be as not others, for it will have given well to all things and taken nothing in return.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113620588274864444?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113620588274864444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113620588274864444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113620588274864444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113620588274864444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2006/01/colors-of-life.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;Colors of Life&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113542996902410761</id><published>2005-12-24T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:12:49.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Joan and I wish all who visit here a very happy holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;My wish for you is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Think only on those things you want. Don't give your energy in thought to what you don't want. We are magical beings and the magic of our creation attracts to itself what we think about. When we think about what we don't want, life will bring us more of what we thought about - more of what we don't want in our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Trust in your ability to create the magic in your life that is your birthright. We were created in the image of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Life will figure out how to bring to us what we think about. Our job is to think joyful, grateful and happy thoughts. If we do our job and trust in the magic that is us, life will do its magical job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I wish you all a magical new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113542996902410761?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113542996902410761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113542996902410761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113542996902410761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113542996902410761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113542891133796897</id><published>2005-12-24T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T07:55:11.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Discipline yourself to daily prayer. God hears all and loves you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;You must not fear. Fear is a hold, it will starve you and only bring you misery. It wastes your energies. There is nothing to gain and so much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in Divine guidance. Trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;Pray often. The song of the child fills the Father's heart with pride and devotion. He will not cast you aside, but will draw you closer through prayer and deeds of love. He is a loving God, but only through love, like a magnet, your love draws His. He cannot draw to an entity that does not draw to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113542891133796897?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113542891133796897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113542891133796897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113542891133796897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113542891133796897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/12/trust-in-god.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust in God&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113422127914814674</id><published>2005-12-10T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T08:27:59.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts invite an encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Peace - a new call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, be my name. It is my time and I have waited for it to come, just as a flower waits to bloom. I am a beauty that you may enjoy, be it thy will.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am for you all.&lt;br /&gt;It is my wish for you that you behold me, embrace me. Ask me to stay and I will. Be it thy will, I may stay for a while or all the tomorrows of man. All races and creeds may indulge themselves and view me, live with me. I am not for one, but many.&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you. I have been born. Welcome me, enjoy my birth. It has taken place when hours were darkest; when overshadowed with all turmoil and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have come to you. I am to be with you all your tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;Take a long look at me. Reveal what you view to each other. Talk about me. Praise me for I am to be praised. Without me you cannot live, only exist in torment. Without me you may wander on relentlessly, searching for you know not what. Be blinded to me and you shut the door to light. You see, without me you endure all the agonies of this mysterious life.&lt;br /&gt;It is my wish for you that you behold me, embrace me. Ask me to stay and I will. Be it thy will, I may stay for a while or all the tomorrow’s of man. All races and creeds may indulge themselves and view me, live with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I am not for one, but many.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113422127914814674?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113422127914814674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113422127914814674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113422127914814674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113422127914814674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-thoughts-invite-encore.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some thoughts invite an encore&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113391225997901733</id><published>2005-12-06T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:37:39.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;There are two purposes - the need of another, and self.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, there is a now - it is always.&lt;br /&gt;You shall yield to love if it be thy will. Will it so and it will be done.&lt;br /&gt;Will be done!&lt;br /&gt;Future? No!&lt;br /&gt;Present? No!&lt;br /&gt;Past? No!&lt;br /&gt;Now! It is done.&lt;br /&gt;"If the time is now, how can there be another?" you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Division in thought produces the aspect you refer to as time. The element does not exist. It is a rather broad term used by man. The concept allows man to make adjustments in his overall thoughts and inquire about his existence. All times do exist simultaneously, but coexistence does not allow man to achieve his oneness, for he must feel what is past is done and now he must work on regained strength. Due to the element lapsing that you refer to as time, the energy spent on achieving the element is wasteful. If you see the hours going into days as time lapsing, you see progress, but if time stood still, many believe all would stop. If the clock stopped, would you stop? The clock, let the hands cease to move, all would still continue. All is happening now.&lt;br /&gt;The moments you experience are not new to you, they are you. They add to the whole development of the overall you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113391225997901733?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113391225997901733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113391225997901733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113391225997901733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113391225997901733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/12/now.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Now&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113275143382779554</id><published>2005-11-23T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:10:33.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two by two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;(After praying and meditating for the benefit of world peace these words of inspiration and light were received by Joan. It came with peace, love and devotion for all.)&lt;br /&gt;As you meditated you became that beacon of light and you blanketed people in other places. And you traveled on, always gaining another, but did you not notice that you, too, left behind a proportion of the same? And that which stayed on, too, grew in proportion?&lt;br /&gt;There is not need for one to depart, only impart. To remain in one's own area is also sufficient, for though you see a need to deliver, deliverance is not attained through travel. One need not leave, but remain and deliver in thought one's love, one's comfort and care. Lift the spirit of another's thought; the thoughts of like you have, for the like is apparent. You may be in another form, but the like remains - the veil of gossamer, the film of light transparent that traveled as wings to support you.&lt;br /&gt;They need not be transported as a vehicle. They need only be placed in your heart and shared with all other forms for the unity to take place, for unity is. It needs only your recognition of such and knowing that you share in this love and wisdom, and that though truth of being is one's own, there is the universal truth and that is.&lt;br /&gt;"Is?" you say. "What a word to explain all. How can just being, be a fit proportion to all things of this world or others?"&lt;br /&gt;Do you suppose the I is absent from anything? That all creation is without purpose, plan? That proportion of one thought is unequal to another? How may such exist? For in the plan of the day such knowledge was imparted and this, too, was not by chance. Accidents do not happen.&lt;br /&gt;When you think upon these words, think upon these, too: Only in the numbers of two may the total expression be portrayed, and only in this deliverance of the hour, and day, may the words of love appear.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113275143382779554?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113275143382779554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113275143382779554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113275143382779554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113275143382779554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-by-two.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two by two&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113223211693858145</id><published>2005-11-17T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T07:55:16.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To find truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;The day of glory is to be found if it is sought after. It must not be left for chance. No one who seeks will not find. Turn the handle, open the door, look with eyes of wisdom and believing.&lt;br /&gt;You see, it is not hard to find truth. It's only behind a door which has no key, no secret combination, only the simple turn of a handle and you may enter to the knowledge of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Behold all that is magnificence for it is all for you, given to you, given to all that behold the truth. It is the flame of love that will burn through all eternity, to soothe, comfort, lift to the height of excellence.&lt;br /&gt;You have in your view the life of eternity, the life of justice and salvation.&lt;br /&gt;The life of all that is, I Am.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113223211693858145?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113223211693858145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113223211693858145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113223211693858145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113223211693858145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-find-truth.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;To find truth&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113180018197680403</id><published>2005-11-12T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T07:56:21.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in the scope of sight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;The energy one feels when action is in a positive tune is to be compared with that of a bird in flight. Surely, the flight is simple for one who does not doubt his capabilities, but for one who does not trust in the abilities that were given to him, he will not soar above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;The venture man takes is only limited by his limitations, set forth by himself. When one realizes that he, too, can soar by will, it will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Judging by man's adeptness, he is capable, he is able, he is free to take the flight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;There are no limitations; only in the scope of sight.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113180018197680403?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113180018197680403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113180018197680403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113180018197680403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113180018197680403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/11/only-in-scope-of-sight.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only in the scope of sight.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113145059194685372</id><published>2005-11-08T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T06:49:51.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy and good fortune </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Step into this day with your pockets filled with joy and good fortune for you have earned and gained this and more of the same. You look to this day as one as never before and yet you have and will treasure it again and again for you have in your hand two wishes - one for life, one for death.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the life is as the death, nothing more. There is the beginning of a life in death and you say nothing of this.&lt;br /&gt;How happy to end this life. It has served its purpose. Its place and plan for the new day must be met. When one school ends, on to another. The life of the physical enables one to grow in innumerable ways and, yet, the time to evaluate and digest needs a life of its own; a time to further discipline ones thoughts to coincide with the Creative flow within - the God, I Am, All in All.&lt;br /&gt;You are complex by your desire. You trust your thoughts to no one, but yet you decide they are right and just. They enable you the freedom to choose so that you may discern right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Correct?&lt;br /&gt;You see, dear ones, the discerning is the judgment of the situation you have formed. It is not as clear as you would imagine. It is like a day filled with snow flakes - pretty to look at, but they do get in the way of ones sight.&lt;br /&gt;We see you all in another light - beings of light reflecting off one another and yet how you try to complicate yourselves. You distrust, misunderstand, underestimate and most certainly undermine one another. To what cause or advantage?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you receive from one another the gifts of tolerance and compassion, but alas, the hour has long passed in your development to play such silly, useless games. You have come to the point of reflection when each illumination transpires a more vivid illumination enabling greater growth of the spirit to emerge. Surely, this is what you wish to come to know; the love of soul; the warmth that emanates from each being of light; the transparency of being so that the physical being will be of the past; so that the unity of spirit will illuminate the heavens from your planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;As you gaze upon another, be it a being or a day, think upon these things: Do I dare leave my moment in time with less treasures of my being or more? What is it I will leave? The wealth of my fortune, or the fortunate from my wealth of being?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113145059194685372?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113145059194685372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113145059194685372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113145059194685372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113145059194685372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/11/joy-and-good-fortune.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy and good fortune &lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113050027416470975</id><published>2005-10-28T07:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T07:51:14.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Mammoth obstructions can be outweighed by infinitesimal energies&lt;br /&gt;because the power is God's.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113050027416470975?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113050027416470975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113050027416470975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113050027416470975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113050027416470975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/power-of-god.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The power of God&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-113036697345672505</id><published>2005-10-26T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:49:33.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow and be followed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Follow those who lead,&lt;br /&gt;But stay to a path that, too, may be followed.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish all, for all is to be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;Worship none,&lt;br /&gt;For worshipping is mans law,&lt;br /&gt;Not those of the light.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-113036697345672505?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/113036697345672505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=113036697345672505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113036697345672505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/113036697345672505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/follow-and-be-followed.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Follow and be followed&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112989484200609036</id><published>2005-10-21T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:40:42.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I am the beginning, there is no end&lt;br /&gt;I am the day, there is no darkness&lt;br /&gt;I am the breath never ending&lt;br /&gt;I am the life forever&lt;br /&gt;I am the triumph man seeks for man&lt;br /&gt;I am the way one has found through love&lt;br /&gt;I am the weight you may not feel as burden&lt;br /&gt;I am the way you turn on a path of glory&lt;br /&gt;I am all you wish me to be,&lt;br /&gt;For I am the hope that resides in thee&lt;br /&gt;I am your joy, your sorrow, too&lt;br /&gt;I am the light reflected by you&lt;br /&gt;I am more truth than man has told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I am the mystery that life will unfold&lt;br /&gt;I am your wisdom, the light you seek&lt;br /&gt;I am for those who are said to be weak&lt;br /&gt;I am for you, child, a way to be&lt;br /&gt;I am a thought of harmony&lt;br /&gt;I am by man the way to see&lt;br /&gt;I am by those who believe in me&lt;br /&gt;I am the trust you have for another&lt;br /&gt;I am the Father of your brother&lt;br /&gt;I am, the more you take of me,&lt;br /&gt;And give, too; yes, give most willingly&lt;br /&gt;I am your purpose, your plan, your day&lt;br /&gt;I am for you whatever you say,&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I be, for I am free,&lt;br /&gt;For I live all days in harmony&lt;br /&gt;You, too, may be as I am,&lt;br /&gt;For you are me,&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I be as I am.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112989484200609036?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112989484200609036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112989484200609036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112989484200609036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112989484200609036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/portrait.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A portrait&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112972440827040796</id><published>2005-10-19T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:20:08.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;In my decisions there is a cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;I neither analyze nor defend them,&lt;br /&gt;For I Am.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112972440827040796?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112972440827040796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112972440827040796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112972440827040796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112972440827040796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112946343084926138</id><published>2005-10-16T07:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T07:50:30.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When asked for answers to the many questions people have, tell them to trust and to love God. He will be there for them if they believe He will. All they need is faith and they will be assured.&lt;br /&gt;Primary purpose is the realization, on the conscious level, of God. &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112946343084926138?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112946343084926138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112946343084926138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112946343084926138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112946343084926138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/trust-god.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust God&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112937557035569549</id><published>2005-10-15T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T07:26:10.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;The truth of mankind's existence lies within one word – GIVING.&lt;br /&gt;The word refers to giving of self time and time again. There can never be a day without, for the loss of one is the loss of two.&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to sacrifice for each other. Don't dwell on it as a drudgery. Hope for it for each opportunity is a gift to be; a re&amp;shy;ward at a time yet to be known to you, for when one gives, one takes; not what is another's, but what one has earned. Your own earnings multiply and at the time you depart for your return home you have accumulated your as&amp;shy;sets. You have your value to show. It is written on the wind. It is felt by all, for you have given. You will now receive; you become a part of what you give.&lt;br /&gt;Whether joy or sorrow, you are the energy you give, be it in a negative or positive flow. You are now that same energy. You reap what sow.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112937557035569549?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112937557035569549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112937557035569549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112937557035569549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112937557035569549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/giving.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giving&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112920416075207579</id><published>2005-10-13T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T07:49:20.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Courage,&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to walk by my side&lt;br /&gt;Courage,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be rid of this thing called pride&lt;br /&gt;Courage,&lt;br /&gt;I call you by name - Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112920416075207579?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112920416075207579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112920416075207579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112920416075207579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112920416075207579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/courage.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courage&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112902743084786128</id><published>2005-10-11T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T06:43:50.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;How many we have and give freely, as though it were a gift to a friend. Before we indulge our friends with our gift of opinions, perhaps, we should keep them a while longer so they may have the chance to take the form they were intended to take: One with a softer finish; one not quite as crude in structure; one that will be valued by the recipient, for it is a gift worth having for its beauty alone.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112902743084786128?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112902743084786128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112902743084786128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112902743084786128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112902743084786128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/opinions.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinions&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112885686953363886</id><published>2005-10-09T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T07:17:55.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A life force electromagnetic in nature attracted to its own; being all things of it and, also, leaving none. It abides in everything for everything is composed of it, yet, it be as nothing in its uniqueness for it is of all complexities and, yet, all that is simple and natural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;We are the ones that have abused, betrayed and often aban&amp;shy;doned, yet, we seek shelter and nourishment of body and soul from this same source. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Does It betray or abandon? Never! For It knows nothing of such things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;God is a word, but the true meaning Is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112885686953363886?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112885686953363886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112885686953363886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112885686953363886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112885686953363886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-god.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is God?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112876752243784653</id><published>2005-10-08T06:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T06:32:02.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave not days of cares for another</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Leave not days of cares for another.&lt;br /&gt;Share them, divide them, and soon they are no more.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Weep not for those who carry their burden, but for those who cast burdens on another in triumph.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112876752243784653?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112876752243784653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112876752243784653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112876752243784653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112876752243784653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/leave-not-days-of-cares-for-another.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leave not days of cares for another&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112868480162737606</id><published>2005-10-07T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:33:21.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;As you witness this moment in time, what is your truth? What is it that you perceive? Are you forming a mind of miracles for one or many to behold? Or are these your miracles, your challenges of the day?&lt;br /&gt;What do you suppose one would think if you put upon your head a flower pot and wore it as a hat? Quite daft, you'd expect them to say.&lt;br /&gt;Quite accurate in most cases, more than many I expect, but then, this is your reality and you perceive it as you will.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose this was the custom of a certain land, to wear such an article as head adornment and was quite fashionable to them in their state of being, their code of dress, or undress, whatever. Who's to say a body adorned in paints of various hues is to be looked upon as one of a civilization or culture lesser than your own?&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you think you see and what you believe it to be, and your judgment is simply that, a judgment; and all your actions, as all others, are yours and they create what you think they create.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, how can that be? Surely, I see the flowers in bloom that I have planted. They are lovely."&lt;br /&gt;And so they are, as you see them, but alas, 'They, too, are edible, and in my reality we enjoy them,' says another.&lt;br /&gt;"Horrors!” you gasp. “How primitive." Is it, or are you what is right?&lt;br /&gt;These are simple analysis, but then, nothing need be complex. You make the difference. The difference lies in your perception.&lt;br /&gt;Never is a judgment upon a situation or another to be made out of anger, for anger is only the fear that comes of this.&lt;br /&gt;Will affects you, you all affect another, and in doing so the overall concept of man and his judgments has been formed.&lt;br /&gt;There is a need for change. Viewing that all is an aspect of creation, nothing good or evil, only a truth presented to you as one to use in learning and developing that which lies dormant in many for eons of time.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is the eternity all wait for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112868480162737606?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112868480162737606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112868480162737606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112868480162737606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112868480162737606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-your-truth.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your truth?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112859824778696525</id><published>2005-10-06T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:52:18.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The flame of fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;The flame of fury that burns inside&lt;br /&gt;Burns only those of foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;Out flame, I say, cease to be&lt;br /&gt;Let peace reside inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tremble with fear till you abide no more&lt;br /&gt;Leave me tranquil with peace in store&lt;br /&gt;Rid me of burden of guilt or shame&lt;br /&gt;Let only goodness follow my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many hours I pass with regret&lt;br /&gt;For anguish that follows is all I beget&lt;br /&gt;My torment will leave&lt;br /&gt;My flame will burn still&lt;br /&gt;Now, for love, be my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112859824778696525?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112859824778696525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112859824778696525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112859824778696525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112859824778696525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/flame-of-fury.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The flame of fury&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112851196578646941</id><published>2005-10-05T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:40:04.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro - some thoughts invite an encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Lessons in numbers are given on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;They are given and learned in their acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Only in patience is time not to count.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;How do you contribute to this day? Perhaps a visit to a friend. Perhaps an errand to be made for one not able. Perhaps you, too, need care and you wear this garment for the one who pays you a visit; the one who shares of self.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Be not fearful,&lt;br /&gt;For if you are,&lt;br /&gt;You are asking fear to abide with you.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism comes from those who fear –&lt;br /&gt;Fear that what is different may be truth.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;To tolerate is to put up with.&lt;br /&gt;Why would one have to put up with,&lt;br /&gt;If loving was all one felt?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word forgiving need not be,&lt;br /&gt;For what need be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;If there is not ill proportion?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely,&lt;br /&gt;Tis no better thought&lt;br /&gt;Than how to help man.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a giant if you view all others as such.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112851196578646941?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112851196578646941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112851196578646941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112851196578646941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112851196578646941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/retro-some-thoughts-invite-encore.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Retro&lt;/b&gt; - some thoughts invite an encore'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112842445430553992</id><published>2005-10-04T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:14:14.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is your viewer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Do not indulge those who bring you thoughts of negativism. They are where they are, and you are where you are, for it is the will of both. Leave them with love and continue your journey.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;You are what you be, for it is thy will.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Little flowers bloom like big flowers.They live and die.Their beauty is recognized not by their size,But by the viewer.God is your viewer.He sees beauty in all his creations.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112842445430553992?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112842445430553992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112842445430553992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112842445430553992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112842445430553992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/god-is-your-viewer.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;God is your viewer&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112833937964949442</id><published>2005-10-03T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T07:36:19.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reject</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Reject!&lt;br /&gt;One word with so many meanings: To reject another. To reject a thought or idea. To reject a time, a place. To reject love.&lt;br /&gt;Why does man reject? He rejects so he may interject his thoughts, ideas, his wants, his needs, desires, too. So often rejection is out of fear - fear of the unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;How can man gain confidence in himself, in his ideas?&lt;br /&gt;To avert rejection is simple through love. If we love in the true sense, without a doubt, sincerely, then we can master, or better put, be master over rejection.&lt;br /&gt;The act of love in giving is being open to all, to every criticism, to every comment, whether agreeable to our nature or not.&lt;br /&gt;Encourage others to help each other, to think more about the goodness in man.&lt;br /&gt;The breeding in man is the cause of his destruction. He is brought up on the theory that evil shall be repaid. It is not a force of evil that will destroy, but a lack of love.&lt;br /&gt;We recognize evil and we condemn it, but are we less evil if we condemn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Pray for all souls. None are of less worth to our Creator. We need to comfort and to show concern.&lt;br /&gt;Man will flourish in the light.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112833937964949442?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112833937964949442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112833937964949442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112833937964949442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112833937964949442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/reject.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reject&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112820214408927013</id><published>2005-10-01T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T17:29:04.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Song of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Keep strong to thy will if it be in tune with the call of love.&lt;br /&gt;When one sings in praise of another,&lt;br /&gt;One sings the song of love.&lt;br /&gt;When, child, a gift is treated as such,&lt;br /&gt;That is the song of love.&lt;br /&gt;When reverence is had for the ones who have borne you,&lt;br /&gt;That is the song of love.&lt;br /&gt;When the need is met of a beggar or fool,&lt;br /&gt;That is the song of love.&lt;br /&gt;When flocks of sheep have one to follow,&lt;br /&gt;That is a song of love.&lt;br /&gt;When nature is restored to the way it once has been,&lt;br /&gt;That is the song of love.&lt;br /&gt;When there is harmony in all things,&lt;br /&gt;That is a song of love.&lt;br /&gt;Child, be mild in manner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Strong in your convictions if they be to the song of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112820214408927013?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112820214408927013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112820214408927013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112820214408927013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112820214408927013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/10/song-of-love.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana; color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Song of Love&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112812198756015865</id><published>2005-09-30T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:13:07.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A plate of plenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I pass to each of you a plate - one that is filled with all each of you could possibly want. You notice I say want, for you have all the needs you require. They are part of your inheritance from the Creative Force, the universe and all that is a part.&lt;br /&gt;You may take from this plate one or many, thus allowing you the free will of decision.&lt;br /&gt;"What is it,” you say, "that I am to do with these things? Do I keep them or share them? Must they be returned at a later date?"&lt;br /&gt;No, dear one. You may do as you will for that is a part of this plan.&lt;br /&gt;On this plate is fortune, of course. That entices many. There are jewels and finery, lavish in taste. Clothing, home furnishings, trips made anywhere, of course, for any length of time, and yes, a monetary gift in the amount set by you.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is good health, that is most important. Correct? You see, dear ones, all you can imagine is placed upon this plate. And how will you receive it? Simply reach for it and it is yours.&lt;br /&gt;"But," you say, "what will be my responsibility? Is there any?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, for with all gifts comes responsibility, but you are wise and you will decide the responsibility entailed in the gift you've provided yourself with. You are most fortunate for the Creator has also allowed you to refuse these gifts and pass them on, if it be your will. But, it is evident that you will take of this plate, and that, too, is right for a gift refused doesn't sit right. One shall accept a gift graciously and not refuse.&lt;br /&gt;Now, what shall it be? Finery or money? Travel or good health?&lt;br /&gt;"If I take the finery I will be adorned for all to see and appreciate. If I take the money I may buy all I wish for myself or others. That is good. If I travel I may enjoy and share my experiences. Good health is mine, but also enables me to share it with others. I can be of service, I can give of self to others. I can be for one and all. This will be my choice.”&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I must add, that what you have selected is what you will be responsible for. You will need to be the image of your gift, be it the adorned one, the traveler, the one of wealth or health.&lt;br /&gt;What is it you say? You refuse these gifts? They add responsibility, burden? But, there must be one you choose. You have asked for all many times. If you refuse these gifts, ask not for them at another time. Pass this plate on and be as bargained, for you have made a decision once more.&lt;br /&gt;Be not disappointed. There is, alas, one more gift present. It is the gift of contentment.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how pleasantly surprised you are. "I will accept this gift. It carries with it a responsibility I can surely handle, and I will for I am of this sort and I notice it call to me.”&lt;br /&gt;"May I have this gift?" you ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Surely, you need not ask, for you know of what substance you come and that if it be thy will, contentment will be yours and your responsibility to it will be met.&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112812198756015865?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112812198756015865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112812198756015865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112812198756015865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112812198756015865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/plate-of-plenty.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A plate of plenty&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112799576941634172</id><published>2005-09-29T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:11:13.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The eyes of judges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Man sees with the eyes of judges&lt;br /&gt;in a court&lt;br /&gt;that does not exist for him.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;When one compares, an error is made, for no comparisons may be made.&lt;br /&gt;When one is as many and holds none above in esteem, or below in one's foolish pride, this one is to be favored by its own accord.&lt;br /&gt;You are a giant if you view all others as such.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112799576941634172?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112799576941634172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112799576941634172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112799576941634172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112799576941634172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/eyes-of-judges.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The eyes of judges&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112790659719463521</id><published>2005-09-28T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:38:27.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be plentiful in your wisdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be plentiful&lt;/strong&gt; in your wisdom. Those who share their inner truth share for the benefit of all light to be sustained. All have acquired a great deal of wealth. There is untapped energy within each being of light. All have words to spread with meaning; truths to unfold. No one's mystery is to be theirs alone for each has a mystery to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lessons in numbers are given on a daily basis. They are given and learned in their acceptance. They are all truths, but as perception holds to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When one can walk on water, does this one know truth or is the perception one that is this one's, or many? Can you hold a fire in your hands or leap from a mountain and land upright?&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not." you say, and this is so in your perception.&lt;br /&gt;All exist in the value for which they have been created. The being of flesh or of another kind; all have come to grow in light.&lt;br /&gt;Enable each to grow as you, too, wish to grow and in doing so mountains will lose distance from ground, water will not appear to be liquid, but solid and fire will only give a warmth and comfort, not fear and mistrust. All is in the time and perception of the moment in man.&lt;br /&gt;Only in time does man abide for all things live another way. There is no right or wrong way of being, only the way that is in harmony with the true purpose of being, be it of flesh or another kind. All are in and of the light and act accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;Judge not their meaning and purpose, for in doing so you lose sight of your own.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112790659719463521?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112790659719463521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112790659719463521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112790659719463521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112790659719463521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/be-plentiful-in-your-wisdom.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be plentiful in your wisdom.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112781954447369429</id><published>2005-09-27T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:41:09.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No better thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though you gaze&lt;/strong&gt; in bewilderment&lt;br /&gt;to the day ahead without plan&lt;br /&gt;surely,&lt;br /&gt;tis no better thought&lt;br /&gt;than how to help man.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Consume the knowledge of the masters on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Starve only the appetite for lust and greed.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Tolerance is a word used by many.&lt;br /&gt;This is not necessary, for what must you toler&amp;shy;ate?&lt;br /&gt;To tolerate is to put up with.&lt;br /&gt;Why would one have to put up with, if loving was all one felt?&lt;br /&gt;No need for other emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word forgiving need not be,&lt;br /&gt;for what need be for&amp;shy;given&lt;br /&gt;if there is not ill proportion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112781954447369429?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112781954447369429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112781954447369429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112781954447369429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112781954447369429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-better-thought.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No better thought&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112764406981244580</id><published>2005-09-25T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:43:26.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The I in the You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the beginning&lt;/strong&gt; there were two,&lt;br /&gt;The I in the you.&lt;br /&gt;The you said to the I,&lt;br /&gt;"It is thee I wish to be."&lt;br /&gt;And in response the I said,&lt;br /&gt;‘If you think it, you be,&lt;br /&gt;For from a thought grew a tree.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A tree, a marvel," said the you to the I.&lt;br /&gt;"Surely, it's a wonder, not I."&lt;br /&gt;The I spoke to the you and said, ‘Again&lt;br /&gt;Tis a wonder you seek.&lt;br /&gt;I will make men.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the you to I,&lt;br /&gt;"A man shall I be&lt;br /&gt;So I may be mighty&lt;br /&gt;And brave as the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I made a man, straight as a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed the peace and calm from the sea.&lt;br /&gt;The man grew in size, strong and erect.&lt;br /&gt;He said to the I,&lt;br /&gt;"What have you done?"&lt;br /&gt;The I said,&lt;br /&gt;‘I have made me a son.’&lt;br /&gt;"A son?" said the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Is that what I be?&lt;br /&gt;I wished to be brave as the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You are,’ said the I.&lt;br /&gt;‘Brave as the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Bright as the sun,&lt;br /&gt;For you I have made.&lt;br /&gt;You are my son.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something is missing," the man spoke to the I.&lt;br /&gt;"Trees are planted in soil,&lt;br /&gt;The sun's in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The sea travels a distance,&lt;br /&gt;A path I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, from here, where do I go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You go the distance, as surely as I,&lt;br /&gt;For you are as much as the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Tree or sun in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;You are I, and I can be&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you think is needed of thee.&lt;br /&gt;Be the sea, tree or sun,&lt;br /&gt;For when you are, we are one.’&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112764406981244580?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112764406981244580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112764406981244580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112764406981244580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112764406981244580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-in-you.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The I in the You&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112756135638352549</id><published>2005-09-24T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:46:11.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direction.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Direction! Who gives and who takes? Why is there direction?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, direction is needed to attend to the proper function of machinery or mechanical devices, but is not direction needed for the proper functioning of the human vehicle? You see, dear ones, all need direction and that is given by choice, though not obvious to the being called physical. And who gives this much needed direction? The self of this being of flesh?&lt;br /&gt;Very complex.&lt;br /&gt;You chuckle. "What is so difficult as this? We tend to our own direction." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perhaps, and perhaps not. We hear the direction in our quiet voice and we listen, but it is most confusing for we are not aware of some of the terms, are we? Identify compassion, concern, compromise or deliberate. What can this term mean? And what about deliverance? There is also judgment and obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;May I refresh your memory?&lt;br /&gt;Compassion: To feel the need of another, but allowing this one, too, to grow through their experience of life. Yes, grow, for in our compassion we lessen their need through the force of Love. That, dear one, is compassion.&lt;br /&gt;Compromise: Oh, how we compromise a person, a need, a situation, a deed. All we ever do is compromise. If we let be as it be, let the will of another give to the moment without our thoughts of self interfering, we need not give a thought to compromise for it need not exist.&lt;br /&gt;Concern: Oh, now this one is most difficult. Do we give much or little? Do we need to bother with this at all? Is this important for the function of a being? What concern is it of mine? I am not concerned. In other words, this is not of interest to me, so you may as well omit.&lt;br /&gt;We are, surely, narrowing down the direction for operation. So many words.&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate: Is this something deliberate? Surely, everything is deliberate. We do what all do because, .... , or do we?&lt;br /&gt;And then, deliverance: I shall speak to others about what I know as right and wrong. I know what is best for them and I shall tell them so. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, I must be aware of all obstacles. Now, this one is easy. Obstacles are something that get in our way. There is never a need or purpose for them.&lt;br /&gt;If I eliminate all of the above, I must have been part of a magnificent creation.&lt;br /&gt;Now, am I?&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112756135638352549?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112756135638352549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112756135638352549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112756135638352549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112756135638352549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/direction.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Direction.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112747486436584522</id><published>2005-09-23T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:47:34.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to the brim always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give more love&lt;/strong&gt; and you find more and more grows. There&lt;br /&gt;Are times the spirit is so full of love that it feels&lt;br /&gt;It may burst, but it grows into more and yet&lt;br /&gt;More. The more love given, the&lt;br /&gt;More taken. It is&lt;br /&gt;A cup that never&lt;br /&gt;Empties.&lt;br /&gt;Love to the brim always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112747486436584522?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112747486436584522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112747486436584522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112747486436584522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112747486436584522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-to-brim-always.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love to the brim always&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112738719560472408</id><published>2005-09-22T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:50:06.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I earned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I earned&lt;/strong&gt; the right to see the sky, the home of other's view. I earned the right to smell the fragrance of flowers in bloom. I earned the right to call your name with love upon my lips. To touch, to hear, to be with you. And what is it that you say?&lt;br /&gt;"How fortunate I am to see, hear, touch, smell, taste."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, we have earned these gifts and we remember them well.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, one more gift comes to mind: To perceive, to know without sight, hearing, touch, smell or taste.&lt;br /&gt;We are all capable or able, for we exist in mind and that mind can do all there is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Criticism comes from those who fear - fear that what is different may be truth. Not knowing, they analyze this truth for it may not seem comfortable to them. They judge actions, words, temperament of the moment out of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Each of you has been bestowed a gift of tremendous fortitude - one that stands you as proud, and so you should be, for each gift is earned.&lt;br /&gt;And you reply, "I have no such gift. I am ordinary, small. There is only one thing I can do - I lighten a moment with laughter; a joker, is my name. How can this be a gain.”&lt;br /&gt;You witness truth through clouded vision for in each doing or sharing is a true gift of spirit: If you tend a child or one in advanced years, if you hoe a garden, if you mend a seam or take all others' mending to your heart and ask that they, too, may gain light. All of these are gifts. These are accepted and you gain wisdom. Now, accept those who bring you another gift.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, you think I jest, but those who have crossed your path in a moment or day or many and have brought woe before you, also bring you a gift.&lt;br /&gt;How do you recognize such ones? And do you see the gift they have brought to you? Can you recognize its worth, value? It is one that you must not take lightly; one you recognize, but deny.&lt;br /&gt;They bring forth a knowledge of, perhaps, past deeds or, perhaps, an expression of what you are or may be, through your own judgment or anger.&lt;br /&gt;You anger at the one who passes you by in speed as your vehicle is stalled. Perhaps, you anger for inconvenience or impatience. Whatever, it is your anger and you may have it, but you may also pass it on with grace and realize each is here to learn, to express, to teach, whether it be a gift of pleasure, praise or one of developing and nurturing in the obvious and the not so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;How do you trust these gifts? Trust them, as they are given with love, for you are of all these things and each one is more or less pronounced and brought to the surface as you come into each being of life.&lt;br /&gt;You are special! You are gifted, and so are all others.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112738719560472408?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112738719560472408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112738719560472408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112738719560472408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112738719560472408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-have-i-earned.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;What have I earned?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112721506237973963</id><published>2005-09-20T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:51:24.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does man experience Fame?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does man experience&lt;/strong&gt; fame while living the physical life?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I see. Ball players, musicians, presidents.&lt;br /&gt;What about people? Just your ordinary people?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I'm getting at? Show everyone how important they are. Right now! This very minute. All people are important and famous to God. He feels each one is special. Each one is a shining star that may illuminate the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Do not hold one above the other. Pay tribute to one another. Let thy neighbor know of your love, concern, admiration.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, it is a challenge well met on your part.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiet,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Peace and harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Are the key words to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Challenge not your spirit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if you defy it,&lt;br /&gt;It will not let you be in peace.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is calm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Not like the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But like the bloom of a flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;So still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Yet it is glorious when it appears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know,&lt;/strong&gt; people are not all that different. They eat, sleep, wake, drink, have sex, which is all normal and natural, but their fear is not. It can be eliminated if they have faith in the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112721506237973963?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112721506237973963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112721506237973963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112721506237973963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112721506237973963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/does-man-experience-fame.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does man experience Fame?&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112712988846347362</id><published>2005-09-19T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:52:34.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be joyful, laugh, smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be joyful,&lt;/strong&gt; laugh, smile, be serene in manner of being. Be not critical nor cautious of your relationships. Be not wary or forceful with others. Do not impose your nature on others, yet be there for their needs, as these are their illusions and they may ask of you to partake for a while in the play of life they have planned.&lt;br /&gt;Be not fearful, for if you are, you are asking fear to abide with you, as others, for as you travel and gather stones, these, too, reflect that which you are.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you think,&lt;/strong&gt; you reap.&lt;br /&gt;The thought is the action.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have been born&lt;/strong&gt; into this day as dawn. You are of pur&amp;shy;pose. In solitude give thought to all others, for even as a blade of grass, you are worthy for you are the substance of light that has been born to bear the fruit of eternal wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;You ponder, what wisdom do I bestow on my day of birth, beginning? Wisdom that as you grow you nourish in thought all others and bestow upon them your gift, your learning of being, of sharing, of developing.&lt;br /&gt;You have been born to give and receive.&lt;br /&gt;Share.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is&lt;/strong&gt; a very interesting story about a fish that could not swim who met a frog who could not hop, and together they traveled. One day, the frog said, "If I try to hop, will you try to swim, fish?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;The fish said, 'If I try, I will surely die.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But, aren't we dead already if we do not live our life to true purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112712988846347362?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112712988846347362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112712988846347362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112712988846347362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112712988846347362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/be-joyful-laugh-smile.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be joyful, laugh, smile&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16698763.post-112664377962454119</id><published>2005-09-14T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:53:40.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace - a new call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace&lt;/strong&gt; be my name. It is my time and I have waited for it to come, just as a flower waits to bloom. I am a beauty that you may enjoy, be it thy will.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am for you all.&lt;br /&gt;It is my wish for you that you behold me, embrace me. Ask me to stay and I will. Be it thy will, I may stay for a while or all the tomorrows of man. All races and creeds may indulge themselves and view me, live with me. I am not for one, but many.&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you. I have been born. Welcome me, enjoy my birth. It has taken place when hours were darkest; when overshadowed with all turmoil and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have come to you. I am to be with you all your tomorrows. Though you abandoned me, you still remain a part of me. I am here for you, one and all. Take me by your side, take me inside. You cannot lose me if I am with you all times. Speak of me. Let me feel your praise.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a vain creature, but I am sustained by your thoughts of peace and just. Take a long look at me. Reveal what you view to each other. Talk about me. Praise me for I am to be praised. Without me you cannot live, only exist in torment. Without me you may wander on relentlessly, searching for you know not what. Be blinded to me and you shut the door to light. You see, without me you endure all the agonies of this mysterious life.&lt;br /&gt;Take a long look at me. No! Don't turn away from me. Look, feel and breathe what I have. This is what you may have till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome me, I implore you. Don't step aside and say, "Pass me by, I need you not. I live alone. I am quite well the way I be." Is this your truth?&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you, let there be peace in the numbers of two. Let nations drop arms. Let only one be the maker of truth, justice and all harmony. See with the eyes that have been given to you. They, too, are in the number of two. Talk with the lips of how it can be, how you wish to abide with me. They, too, are in the number of two. Listen to others, show them you care. Speak not a word. They will be there, for you to listen. Hear what they say with the number of two. You know it's the way.&lt;br /&gt;You have been given the way in all that you be. You listen, you talk and you see. Now, walk to a stranger and hold out your arms. Say, "I am here for you. What is your care?"&lt;br /&gt;If you be burdened, whatever your plight, I am here for you always, for that is my way. I will be, all the rest of my days, for you, for others, too; for them you call different men; for all that there is and all that there'll be; for those in wealth and poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Peace be my name. Call me, I hear. Speak of me, touch me. I'm not one of fear. I want for you only what I want for your brother - to be with you all your tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You awaken&lt;/strong&gt; each day to a new growth. It is set before you as a garment of the finest quality to wear. You set out in your garment, a new world before you, and you are to witness its growth and be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;How do you contribute to this day? Perhaps a visit to a friend. Perhaps an errand to be made for one not able. Perhaps you, too, need care and you wear this garment for the one who pays you a visit; the one who shares of self.&lt;br /&gt;You must wear the garment set out for you. Wear it proudly. Let it not be ruined by small imperfections. They, too, will be mended in time. They show less if worn proudly.&lt;br /&gt;We are all of noble birth, for we have been born of royalty, and to it we shall return with the garment of beauty for all to behold.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn&lt;/strong&gt; from those who teach,&lt;br /&gt;but remember,&lt;br /&gt;those who teach, learn, too,&lt;br /&gt;for in the giving is the receiving.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you thank&lt;/strong&gt; the very senses you have received as gifts? The hands - so powerful and yet so gentle when needed; creative in all they bestow on another, whether preparing a simple meal, cleaning a less able body, giving water to plant or pet; nimble fingers at work till the rest of evening. Also, to thank the feet of transport - those who bridge distance, who help ease a day’s work by giving. And all the other senses: The eyes - so one may appreciate the beauty bestowed upon the Mother Earth. The sounds of recognition and appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! We do owe thanks to all these, for none is of greater or lesser importance. And as we appreciate these gifts, we must not forget the gift we have given ourselves - our friends. This is the simplicity we all are availing ourselves to. The laughter, the sharing, the energy that abides with our own. Elevate this energy, and in return, all others shall, too, enjoy and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only in patience&lt;/strong&gt; is time not to count.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflect upon&lt;/strong&gt; nature's wonders that are given to you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time out of doors.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wind, rain, trees, creature sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate, for it is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16698763-112664377962454119?l=iw-05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/feeds/112664377962454119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16698763&amp;postID=112664377962454119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112664377962454119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16698763/posts/default/112664377962454119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iw-05.blogspot.com/2005/09/peace-new-call.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace - a new call&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Joan and Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06080568581286758889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
