Ask your Dreams for Ideas

My kick-ass lucid dream

2012-02-22T00:59:00.004-08:00

A few days ago,after a facebook friend asked me whether I have any lucid dreams,I set the intention to have one,because it's been sometime. Just like all intentions that are to eventually become a reality,this one was set in a very relaxed ,happy-go-lucky manner. Like ,''wouldnt it be fun if I had a lucid dream again one of these days,one full of adventure,where I get to kick ass and enjoy that feeling of total control and omnipotence over my world''. Like all intentions that are eventually to become a rerality in the real world,this one was set in a totally relaxed,happy-go-lucky manner and then totally forgotten. And,sure enough,after a few days,here was my lucid dream,exactly as I had asked for it. It was fun so I thought I'd share it with you.

The dream started as a nightmare. (Yeah,my higher self was on a mission to teach me something). I thought that I was in a twentieth century,30's kind of setting,depression,gangster-controlled and the like,a dark,sinister place were my family,kids,even brothers etc were under the control of an evil creature of a man,a cross between a pimp and a slave owner, who made everyone work for him.That dream is easy to explain,my country is currently under the control of evil forces,so I identified with its fate.

Anyway,we were all in this horrible setting and he thought I wasnt doing something right so he was asking me to perform better. He kept asking me to do stupid stuff. At one moment I lost it and retorted to him in a very abrupt and offensive manner. (Just like in real life,even in my nightmares I am likely to get mad if you provoke me and then all hell breaks loose!).

His people,as soon as they heard me,looked on terrified to see how he'd react. He kept staring at me in a terrifyingly calm manner and asked one of his people to fetch a really heavy,monstrously big glass object,a sort of bric-a- brac. I realised he was about to smash my head with it. I remember thinking''God,this is gonna hurt like hell'' and the terror I experienced at that moment ,let me tell you,was more real than reality itself.

Then the lucid part of the dream started. I checked myself and said''Wait a minute,this is a dream, my dream,so I can opt out any time I wish! Why experience the pain?'' And so I momentarily opted out of it,I blocked the scene,like you block a scene from the movie. But my curiosity got the better of me,I wanted back into the nightmare,to see what had happened to me. Sure enough,I saw my body in a terrible state,beaten to death and two of the evil guy's people about to dispose of it. Then I got mad. Is this my dream,or not? I'm going to teach that fucker a lesson (Having written a post about courage yesterday definitely played a role in my being such a badass in my dream!)

So I walked up to my brother and told him I was about to kick that asshole's arse. He asked me to leave.'' If this is your dream,leave. Why risk it going wrong?'' And I was like'' But I get to control it,dont you see? I can do as I please! This is where the real fun begins!'' So I consciously planned what direction I wanted the dream to take.

Sure enough,the bad guy appeared and sure enough he got the fright of his life when he saw me,whom he had just killed,alive and kicking. Then I tied him up on a chair and smashed his face with a wooden rod. He wasnt dead but not left with much of a face either when I was done,let me tell you. Yeah,I know, pretty gross and non-pacifist,but boy,did I enjoy it!Plus,he deserved it. I guess all those violent video games I get to watch while my kids are playing did kick in my subconscious when I needed them ! Then I freed every single person that the bad guy had under his control in my dream,got all his money and went off to live happily ever after.

Here's the morale of the story, in case you haven't figured it out for yourself by now: Life is just a dream. Just like in a dream,other people's ideas and issues as well as your own influence your reality and get you to exerience all sorts of terror and pain,or happiness and bliss. But as soon as you realise it's just a freakin' dream the real fun begins. You can totally control it,direct it,change it,influence it,create it from scratch,whatever.

The same dreaming mind that creates your dream is the mind in the waking state that creates your life!

Now go create your life consciously. And if that's what you wish,kick some ass that deserves it while doing so!

Love,peace and conscious creation

Eirini

How to fight despair

2012-02-21T06:53:00.001-08:00

Staying in touch with current national and global events can plunge one into despair.

At every turn we are confronted with fresh evidence that the problems humanity is facing are bigger than expected, developing faster than expected, and reinforce each other in ways we did not foresee. To make matters worse, the proposed solutions, whether technical or social, seem to be utterly unequal to the task. As a final blow, it appears that even obvious solutions that might help a bit are not being acted on, and that we seem determined to carry on with business as usual until, well, until we can't anymore.

All this can leave you with the feeling that nothing whatsoever can be done, that further struggle is hopeless because there is no chance of preventing the jaws of the trap from snapping shut. That sense of helplessness easily turns into a toxic brew of depression and despair

There is a good reason despair has always been regarded as particularly dangerous to the human spirit. Despair is a paralyzing force. It can not only keep us from addressing long-range problems, it can keep us from dealing with immediate decisions and can even prevent us from enjoying the simple things that give our lives meaning. The pleasures of family, friends, lovers, crisp winter or warm summer days, music, poetry or even an innocent walk in the woods can be buried under a suffocating blanket of all-consuming dread.

When someone on this terrifying quest for awareness gets to this point, they usually look around for a bit of help. All too often, what they find is that the other people who are on the same voyage are now just as frightened as they are. Since this journey is still very new to most of us, we find we're all at pretty much the same point. While there is some comfort in knowing that others see the same dangers you do, sharing fear is not the same as overcoming it.

I dont think there is a magic cure for this kind of dispair,but there are things I've learned from watching people who are able to carry on bravely in the face of seemingly insurmountable problems. And there are some things that I keep reminding myself when faced with sudden bouts of despair and helplessness. Here are a few:

-In their deepest essence,people are good. We've created social and economic rules that make it hard for us to act out of this goodness,but what we have created we can change.From the abolition of slavery to women getting the vote to snapping out of the tragedy of war and economic crises,history of humankind shows us that dedicated people can change the rules under which they live.

-Small changes can snowball and lead to the big thing. When and where this snowballing effect will happen is unpredictable. But if enough people make small changes on a consistent basis,a system can shift suddenly and dramatically. Each time you speak the truth or act out of love for something you believe in,something beyond yourself,you create the possibility of someone else doing the same. You create the possibility of an upward spiral.

Imagine how you would live in a better world and then try to live like that in this one. I use facebook and the power of social media to spread messages of courage,happiness and inspiration. You may use another method than speaks to your heart more. Of course not everything you do will take off into a snowball of change,but everything you do is an opportunity for you to live your life out of your deepest convictions.

-There is so much at stake. The trends are scary and they seem likely to get worse before they get better. There are going to be times, perhaps many of them, when we think, “I don’t make a difference, and it’s too late anyway.” But always, we have the option to reply in a voice that is just a little bit louder than that sly whisper — the voice that is saying, “People are good. Small changes can snowball. It will be a great adventure.”

Here are some more practical suggestions to help you overcome despair on a daily basis:

-Develop appreciation as a habit. It sounds simple but requires a habitual practice: Give explicit thanks for myriad small and larger things that intersect with your life. The more you think about it the more you begin to see that no matter how awful things are in the political world, the economy and everywhere else on the planet it is possible to observe things that you can give thanks for.

-Share your burden. Sometimes you may find that sobbing on someone’s shoulder or detailing your emotions, is the best treatment. Please be careful and choose your audience carefully though. You need a person stronger than you,not one who is in the grips of despair or depression themselves. Otherwise you'll both recycle your pain and feel much worse after such a session that can all too easily turn into an intulgence in self pity

-Get sufficient sleep, but do not allow yourself to indulge too much. When you are frustrated, you may trully feel like lying in bed all day but that will only make your despair even worse in the long run .It is going to further deplete your energy reserves and make you feel lethargic and worthless. Not to mention that you won't get anything done to help improve things in any way.

Have sex. Sex releases a surge of endorphins which are the 'feel-good' hormones,but when we are faced with lengthy periods of depressing situations, we are more likely to skip action and ignore our needs as human beings. Having sex is one of the greatest ways to completely relax our body and mind,thanks to the all-powerful post-orgasm effect, and a excellent way to really feel great about ourselves.

Stay away or reduce all types of sugar. Sugar reacts immediately with the entire body with a surge of energy and alertness which is nonetheless followed by crashing into a state of tiredness and lethargy that worsens depression and feelings of despair.

If nothing of the above seems to do it for you,your safest bet if you believe in God is to trustingly commit yourself and your desperate situation to Him in prayer.

Love,peace and hope

Eirini

100 Ways to Raise Kind, Intelligent Children

2012-02-09T12:36:00.000-08:00

I loved this,so I'm sharing:

100 Ways to Raise Kind, Intelligent Children

Source: Live The Charmed Life

1. Teach them to respect others, by showing others respect ourselves

2. Place the same value on being well-mannered and kind as we do on being popular, wealthy, attractive, good at sports, or getting straight A’s

3. Read to them every night, and take the time to enjoy it

4. Teach them to have empathy by explaining how they’re actions might make others feel

5. Teach them to be kind to themselves in small ways (i.e. saying nice things about themselves, and their talents)

6. Help them to understand that it’s more important to be kind than it is to be right

7. Teach them how to have pride in their work by showing them the difference between just getting a job done versus doing a job well

8. Help them learn a sense of accomplishment by allowing them to do what they can do for themselves

9. Help them learn how to entertain themselves without spending money

10. Be their parent first, and their friend second

11. Home should be set up as a benevolent monarchy, with firm ground rules, rather than as a democracy with young members that don’t yet understand all the ramifications of the decisions that must be made

12. Allow them to explain their views without judgment…they’re learning how to form opinions

13. Understand that shouting and harsh comments can be just as damaging as physical abuse

14. Understand that they are not miniature adults, but children that are still learning and who depend on us for gentle guidance

15. Make time everyday to do something fun with them, even if it’s just for half an hour

16. Understand that the natural state of the parent/child relationship is one of struggle, it’s their job to become independent from us

17. Know that as long as they are doing what we ask of them (making their bed, taking out the trash, doing their homework, cleaning their room, etc) it’s okay if they’re stomping and complaining as they’re doing it. It’s illogical to expect them to be thrilled to do tasks we all dislike.

18. Never make them feel as if they’re unwanted, or a bother

19. Encourage their curiosity

20. Encourage their interests, no matter how different they are from our own

21. Beginning at a very early age, teach them the value of money

22. Teach them how to save, invest and budget, before they leave home

23. Say “yes” to them as often as possible…save “no” for things that are either wrong or unsafe

24. Don’t hover, or attend every single activity; let them learn to do things for their own enjoyment, not as a way to please others

25. Take an interest in their activities, and attend often

26. Talk to them about everything, including world events, but at their level of understanding and maturity

27. Instill in them a sense of good manners and a sense of fun

28. Do not tolerate unkind behaviour toward others

29. Let them know that they can always disagree with us, as long as its done with respect

30. Encourage them to follow their dreams

31. Have a life of our own, so they don’t feel responsible for our happiness

32. Help them to believe that they can achieve anything, as long as they’re willing to pay the price

33. Let them know what the price might be for some of their dreams

34. Teach them the natural consequences of their actions, by letting them experience those consequences

35. Protect them from games, television and movies that are not appropriate for their age or maturity level

36. Teach them gratitude

37. Remember that it’s our job to raise good, kind human beings; it’s their job to decide whether that good, kind human being will be a doctor, farmer, teacher, writer, etc

38. Don’t expect them to behave in ways that we do not (i.e. calm and polite when angry, tired or stressed)

39. Give them an example of a happy, committed relationship

40. Teach them that it is perfectly fine to be angry, sad or hurt, but that it isn’t fine to hurt others or be mean just because we’re angry, sad or hurt

41. Show them ways to self soothe when upset (have a friend over, phone a favourite aunt or grandparent, take a bubble bath and make bubble beards, etc)

42. Understand that shouting and screaming makes a parent seem crazy and out of control, and teaches them that we cannot be trusted in stressful situations

43. Share our interests with them

44. Teach them healthy boundaries with others

45. Teach them how to be loyal

46. If they are cared for by others, be certain they’re in a healthy, happy, loving environment

47. Teach them the value of good health habits

48. Be certain they get enough sleep

49. Occasionally let them stay up late

50. Have curfews

51. Occasionally let them stay out after curfew

52. Admit our mistakes

53. Apoligize when required

54. Tell them they are loved every day

55. Pass along religious practices and traditons

56. Understand that we are their primary role models, and be the person we’d like them to be

57. Teach them to be a conscious consumer

58. Teach them the difference between wanting and needing

59. Don’t use guilt as motivation

60. Welcome their friends

61. Expect good behaviour, and don’t make excuses for poor behaviour

62. Eat at the dinner table, and encourage conversation

63. Don’t “shush” them too often

64. Let them laugh

65. Teach them that they alone are responsible for their behaviour, and don’t allow them to blame it on circumstances or on others

66. Happily help them with their homework

67. Remain calm when they are not

6. Help them to learn how to explain why they’re upset

69. When asking how their day was, don’t rush them for an answer or answer for them. Just wait. Even if they only say “fine”. Just wait. Sometimes they’ll open up after digesting the question, and their own thoughts.

70. If all else fails, take them for a walk and ask them how their day was, and then wait for the answer.

71. Never withhold love

72. Don’t give them all the material things they ask for, even if we can afford it

73. Be sure they have plenty of physical activity, even when it’s inconvenient

74. Help at their school

75. Have family game nights

76. Give them a journal or diary to express their feelings freely

77. Praise them four times as often as you correct them

78. Let the little things go

79. Keep a baby book, or keepsake book, and read it every year on their birthday

80. Stop worrying, and understand that we can only do what we can do

81. Know that both nature and nurture go into the adult they will become

82. Stop working so many hours, and give them the gift our our time instead

83. Slow down, and let them see us enjoy our own lives

84. Give them art and music lessons

85. Travel with them, and introduce them to other cultures, religions and customs

86. Take them to work with you, and explain what you do

87. At an appropriate age, give them something to care for (i.e. a dog, a fish, a plant)

88. Place a high value on education, not only as a way of making money but for its own sake

89. Let them make mistakes, and don’t belittle them for it

90. Help them learn to correct the mistakes they do make

91. Surround them with interesting people, books and activities

92. Be a balanced parent, don’t overcompensate for our own childhood

93. Be more interested in them than we are in our friends or ourselves

94. Teach them to use technology intelligently, and with good manners (i.e. no cellular phones at the dinner table)

95. Be more interested in whether those they date are kind to them, rather than whether we like them or not

96. Make sure they know that stressful times have nothing to do with them (i.e. job loss, financial difficulties)

97. As they become a teenager, take on an advisor’s role while still steering

98. When they have a problem, ask them how they think they should solve it, rather than simply giving them the answer, then talk it through

99. Use the last few years that your child is at home to teach them how to manage their own time, money and behaviour

100. When it is time, let them go

Love,peace and motherly wisdom

Eirini

An alegory:The true story of my albino mouse

2012-02-05T08:36:00.000-08:00

Out of all the pets I ever owned, my beloved Mavroula,half feral,half pet cat, three puppies,four more cats,a canary,half a dozen goldfish,Scarlett,a black Lab mix,and now our two beloved dogs Faethon and Lucy,the pet that I disliked most intensely and never ever bonded with was a white mouse that I bought many years ago for my kids.

It was a white mouse,exactly like the one in the picture above. Except he was an albino mouse. I could tell he was an albino mouse because,unlike the mouse in the pic,he had red,bright red freakin'eyes. I thought that made him special and that's the reason why I picked him from the pet shop in the first place.

The white albino mouse-I keep forgetting the name my kids gave him-used to live in a very big and spacious cage in that pet shop, along with two dozens or so of other mice like him. Life was OK there,plenty of food and drink,the occasional treats,an overall nice environment to live in (all things considered).

Before I bought him,I spent many an idle hour observing the mice through the glass window of that pet shop. I noticed that the mice there could be divided into four distinctive categories:

1.The indifferent masses: most of the mice would fall under that category. All they cared about was to eat, drink, sleep and mate,or so it seemed. They differed in hair colour,size or gender but not in temperament.

The hard workers: some of them,the cleverest apparently,had noticed that if they did all the right things,like being cute and nice and climb graciously up and down the cage,a number of good things would happen to them: either the pet owner's daughter would come up to them and give them treats-only to her favourite ones of course- or a customer would walk in and pick those cute,hard working ones to take home to,where a nice kid and a little bit more love and treats awaited them. Yes, it was generally accepted in the cage that being a smart and hard working mouse was the way to climb up the ladder of mouse success.

Occasionally a horror story would reach the cage,about an unfortunate one of those cute,hard working ones that was tortured or starved to death by a human, but these stories were soon forgotten or brushed aside as rumours or justified as something that said clever mice brought upon themselves because of their immoral ways and wrongdoings.

The rebells: those were the most vigorous,strong ones, the fighters among them. They would steer clear of all humans,occasionally biting the unfortunate child that mistook them for friendly mice. Those mice knew there was life outside that fucking cage but they could not prove it to the other two groups,who neither cared nor wished for such a life (what a stupid notion,surviving out on your own in the gutter,instead of being taken care of in a nice,clean,brightly lit cage with lots of stimulation and kindness).

The kind pet owner, in his infinite benevolence, had provided for those mice too. There was a big spinning wheel that those mice could jump onto and run around like mad for hours on end,venting off their anger and frustration at being prisoners. Some of them even claimed that this was sufficient action that could anger the pet owner enough or scare him into setting them free or start being kinder to mice in general.

Sadly,rumor had it that those very same rebellious mice were frequently chosen by the lab testing people who happened to come in every six month or so,looking for a fresh butch of victims to experiment on. All kinds of horrors awaited those rebellious mice who were chosen by virtue of that same vigor and fighting spirit they posssesed. Squealing,squeaking ,biting and frantically thrashing about they were firmly grabbed by the pet owner and off they went into that lab testing place to die for their values.

The spiritual ones: quiet,clever,highly evolved mice, full of beautiful ideas about the green valleys full of trees laden with all sorts of deliscious nuts and fruit out there. They preached about it all being outside the cage,how mice that were good and clever and nice would end up there as a reward for their being nice,how the pet shop owner or another benevolent pet owner would open up the cage door and transport them there where they'd live happily ever after.

Another subcategory of those mice were the ones that claimed that the cage was a happy,benevolent place,run by a benevolent force that provided abundance,comfort and happiness to every mice,if only they would relax into it and believed in it.The horror stories about mice being experimented on or tortured by cruel,insane owners they brushed aside as the law of attraction proof: you get what you believe,expect and deserve in that cage of ours,nothing more,brother.

Somehow the white albino mouse was different. I could tell he was different because he seemed to belong to neither of the above mentioned groups. He seemed aloof and distant,occupying his place in the cage quietly, observing but somehow uninterested. You could even mistake him for the indifferent masses if it wasnt for his clever,red,viscious in a way,eyes. I picked him and brought him home in a new cage especially bought for him.

He didnt have a plan,I am sure he didnt. All he knew was that he wanted out of the cage. Which means that he started off by absolutely refusing to make friends with any of us,by refusing to accept his status as a pet,refusing our offers of affection. The occasional treat he accepted,but with the utmost ingratitude and indifference and he rewarded us with his occasional bite,to indicate what he thought of us and our kindness.He knew his status; a prisoner. And he kept doing two things: observing how things worked in the cage and trying to get out. He kept biting with his white little teeth at the bars of his cage,feeling for weak spots,never giving up.

Then one day,many months later,when his cage was left unattended out in the balcony and without the safety lock on the door of his little cage,the white albino mouse pushed open the door of his cage with his teeth and escaped into freedom. A little neighbor girl that happened to be playing around told my sons how she saw a white mouse climbing down the wall as expertly as spiderman and then rushing under a garbagge bin.

He was free. A free mouse.

I dont know what fate awaited him. Eaten by a cat or strangled by a dog,killed by rats,starved himself to death? Nah,I think he was too clever for that.

Regardless of how long or how he lived from then on,one thing remains certain:

He did it his way....

Love,peace and freedom

Eirini

Guest post: Soul mates

2012-02-04T10:02:00.000-08:00

This is a beautiful,moving post from beloved online sister Debbie. Without any further words,enjoy!

''Everyone who grew up in Western civilization is intimately familiar with the classic romantic fairy tale. Boy meets girl, girl resists briefly, then they irresistibly fall in love, living happily ever after. Funny to think how we all grow up wanting our love lives to look like a typical Hollywood romantic comedy. Really funny when you discover there is something so much greater than such a fantasy, it can barely be put into words.

This is a love story that is quite different. It is made of Spirit and the magic that can happen when two human hearts are truly open to Soulmate Love and the Mystery of it All. It is a true story, although it may sound more like a dream.

Two people connect on a social networking site. Not unusual, yet completely extraordinary. Within very short order, they realize they have an incredibly powerful love connection ~ a "spiritual marriage" ~ that seemed to manifest out of nowhere. As their love story begins, it becomes evident to both they are in completely uncharted waters – emotionally and spiritually. Nonetheless, their new love was as undeniable as their very existence. They met and merged in a magical, cosmic explosion of love and pure bliss. They had no words sufficient to explain this experience to others, or even to themselves. Fortunately, they both happen to be poets, and their passion took on poetic expression ~ first, he wrote her a love poem; then her heart responded in kind.

These are the poems they wrote. No matter what you think of the who, how or why, you will undoubtedly feel the LOVE in their story. So sit back and enjoy. And know that without a doubt, you do not know what Love may have in store for you any more than they did.''

For Deborah

Do you think you know what Love is?
So did I.
My ignorance was not due to Love's obscurity,
but my own.

We know nothing of Love until it takes us;
then we know even less,
because the knower is annihilated -
a doomed star engulfed by it's own infinite black hole -
leaving only the super singularity of Love Eternal..

An unmet, far-away, one-in-ten billion
wise, whimsical, confident, healing girl/child/woman/goddess
meets me in her dreams, blows my mind, occupies my heart,
appreciating, understanding, loving me like no other,
secretly daring me to surrender.

Do I have a choice? (lol!)
Where have you been,
and why are you not here?

In a stroke of cosmic cleverness,
three thousand miles spontaneously evaporate.
Gone are sense and reason,
sanity and insanity,
time and history,
doubt, hope and fear,
youth, age, and death.

Miraculously, she is with me. She is me.
How astounding and holy and hilarious is this!?!
Who can we thank when sacred Love anoints us?
Happy New Life, Soul-Mate mine!
I/you/we have become The One Love Itself,

Manifesting, feeling most deeply
the spacious boundless empty/fullness
of the Universe,
celebrating the breath-stealing beauty of It All,
dancing in our exalted joy/bliss of Creation.

So Be It.

© Lonny J. Brown
2011

For Lonny

It's as if
each and every darkness
finally found its Light

each and every union
surpassed well
beyond this life

every single longing
every wish
met and fulfilled

and all the sweetest yearnings
yielding abundance
far afield

It's the deepest feelings finally voiced,
(especially those unspoken)

This is what our Love is:
Eternal, Pure, Unbroken.

©Deborah Lawlor Camarda 2011

Love eternal

Eirini

On murky 'Monitors'

2012-01-30T10:41:00.000-08:00

What are Internet 'Monitors'?

I'll try to explain the idea as best I can, along with examples from personal experience.

In 2007, pregnant to my last son,I became familiar with the unassisted birth notion and decided to give it a try. It didn't work out the way I wanted it,but another blessing came out of it. It gave me an idea of what an internet 'monitor' is.

What is an internet 'monitor'?

A 'monitor' is either a/ a fake person or rather fake account pretending to be someone else or b/ a real person being themselves . They are sometimes called 'dysinformation agents' too. Whether a or b type these agents become members of an online group with the specific aim of monitoring it,keeping track of subjects and matters discussed and of people involved in those discussions, entering into divisive subject matters and trying to descredit or outwit the people who do the best research and/or provide the most accurate and relevant information there. Some of those people or rather accounts are holding down a full-time,totally-funded job in this way, even controlling a bunch of fake accounts simultaneously through the use of appropriate software.

If you are an active member of said monitored group monitors will usually try to befriend you and then people within your network. At first they'll seemingly agree with everything you say, become your most enthusiastic supporters,posting relevant stuff of their own even. After a while though,the real fun begins.

They'll try to discredit slightly at first ,then openly,everything the person/people with the most relevant information have to say, often play dump or silly and use the ''ignorant housewife'' attitude,while strategically turning intelligent conversations into displays of ignorance or stupidity, giving newcomers and observing members the impression that the group is not to be trusted or so ' out there' that it is not worth giving it any credibility. Or they'll cunningly give an initial conversation a twist making it look like it isn't going anywhere when originally it did.

The more important the topic is deemed,the more they'll infiltrate it to the point where the admin(s) are totally confused over constant complaints and distractions which they cannot logically explain or said admins become fully aware of it,bought and paid for.

Back to 2007 and the unassisted birth movement forum that I joined . There were people there that would seem to support the idea of unassisted birth,but then cunningly discredit it by spreading fear-inducing horror stories and/or controversial findings. Or they'd be all in for,say, the unassisted birth notion and breastfeading,but support all other kinds of totally un-free birth related stuff,like vaccinations, inductions etc.

There was even this apparently crazy pro-unassisted birth chick claiming that she was getting pregnant all over again while still pregnant ,raving about how she was carrying up to 30 or so fetuses siumultaneously,ranging from 2 to seven months old each (see the part about ruining the credibility of the whole group by supporting outrageous claims). The other fake accounts within the group would even support those outrageous notions,further damaging the group's credibility.

And of course there were those women that were naive or careless enough to disclose their real IDs or give enough clues about their identity,those that had unassisted births that did or did not turn a little sour and ended up being reported to the police ( of course by those very same monitors within the group) for child abuse and even having their babies taken away from them.

Agents like these are and have been there for decades and with the internet growing a life of its own, social media websites are no different. The best approach,once those monitors are identified, is to delete them, though I personally favor another,bolder method: to have infinite fun with them, ridicule them and their manipulative ways to others ( don't bother with making them feel bad about it,it wont work,they are being paid to do so and no amount of ridicule will daunt them) or force them into becoming lurkers. Either way their plans are cancelled.

My logis is as follows: they are using public forums, facebook, twitter google+, etc to gather information. Businesses do it, your friends do it, it seems like everyone is snooping around these days. All of them are browsing through what is open to the public and that anyone can gain access to. Nothing illegal here,even though it is highly unethical and their motives are infinitely more sinister (but that's another story). So it is the individual user's responsibility to protect themselves and be more discerning about matters.

We can all be a little more discerining with a little bit of practice.

Act now!

2012-01-26T23:00:00.000-08:00

My one and only resolution for 2012:

Take action now!

Here's an excerp from Cathy Stucker and her book Make Things Happen:

''Inspiration is a wonderful thing. But if you hear a story, read a
book, watch a video, or listen to a speaker and get inspired, what
do you do with the inspiration? Is it a good feeling that lasts for
a few hours or a couple of days? Or does it motivate you to take
action to make changes in your life that keep the inspiration
alive?

I always tell students in my classes to take some action on what
they learned within 24 hours after the class. They may walk out
feeling excited about what they just learned, but if they do not
take action quickly, that excitement wanes.

When you discover something that inspires you, look for the action.
What can you do to channel your inspiration and get results?

Start with a simple step. Once you have taken that first step, each
following step is a little easier. Take the first step.

Focus on the results you want, not the process. That means focusing
on the goal, not a specific way of accomplishing it. Often there
are many different ways to get to the result you want. Be open to
possibilities you may not have considered.''

Love,peace and action

Eirini

Infinite possibilities

2012-01-22T01:40:00.000-08:00

What you experience is the accumulation of what you have thought about and wished for.We are limited only by our unwillingness to take action.

Open your mind to the infinite possibilities that exist for you. Born through your dreams, crystallised into form by your desires, given impetus by your expectations, then made real through your beliefs. Dream,dream,dream big,more now,unrealistically,intensely. God creates with action,yours and mine and everybody else's action, and rests with dreaming,His,yours and everybody else's dreaming. He is constantly dreaming the endless possibilities of the universes. We are His co-creators. Dream away. But when you are well rested,stand up and act!

What are you doing to change or improve your reality today?

Love,peace,dreaming and acting

Eirini

Stop believing in spiritual bullshit,please

2012-01-18T23:56:00.000-08:00

''It is possible, of course, with the electronic technology of the present time, that multiplied millions of people could be – in certain respects – “programmed” via television, radio, music, video games, and so forth; that their subconscious could be taught a “binary code language” of electronic signals that are inaudible to the normal range of hearing; and that they could thereby be constantly picking up signals of some sort that are “unpacked” in their subconscious mind and emerge into their conscious mind as their own thoughts.
We have even studied some specific technology of this type, and it is frightening in its implications. Using a binary code, speeding up the signal, entire books of information can be transmitted in almost no time at all, and the percipient would be certain that they were just “thinking it.” It can even be individually directed with the addition of a personal “activation code.” In this way, even “memories” could be introduced into the mind which would be accepted as the person’s own experiences.
So, it is certainly true that human technology could produce a major phenomenon of belief system modification by simply broadcasting an inaudible signal over the globe, assuming that the recipients know the language and have been involved in activities whereby the “code” can be subliminally “taught''.

Be suspicious of theories like ''consciousness shift'' of the planet, sudden mass ''spiritual awakenings'' and the like. The only authentic spiritual progress or 'enlightenment' that we can have can come through the individual mind and it is a very solitary and very gradual process,not a mass phenomenon. All theories of 'mass'' awakenings smack of subconscious programming and re-programming and mind-altering techniques of the worst kind. YOU are responsible for your thoughts. YOU HAVE THE MOST POWERFUL TOOL IN ALL CREATION: FREE WILL AND CRITICAL THOUGHT!

Do not sacrifice this unparallel gift of God in the name of fake spirituality. Spirituality is only true when it is an individual path that leads you to more freedom and the sharpening of your critical abilities. If it involves ''mass'' modifications of your consciousness,then someone else -no,not 'mother' earth,believe me- is in charge,trying to gain access to your sub-conscious,taking advantage of your naive trust in all things spiritual. And transform you into happy,'enlightened' sheeple. That are,of course,easier to control and manipulated. Spiritual people are notoriously easy to control,that is a sad fact of life.

Will you let this happen? I hope not. How are you going to stop it?

Begin by injecting a healthy dose of distrust into everything that you read or you are daily served as information. Yes,including this post by me. Instead of blindly believing everything you hear or see or read,ask your self:''Is it true"? Exercise critical thought. Filter everything through your powers of rational thought and observation. Those will atrophy,like an unused muscle,if not exercised daily.

Next,filter every piece of news or information through your infallible radar: your intuitive,gut feeling. For everything you hear or read,you get an instinctual feeling so powerful that can literally save your life. Does it feel right? Or does it give you an uneasy,mixed sensation? Pay attention. There is something your soul is trying to tell you. If you dont get the message,dont worry. Decoding comes with practice and time. At first it is just enough for the message to be heard,for the signal to be received. It is God talking to you in those moments. God,who wants you to be free. Because He knows that there is no happiness without freedom.

Listen,pay attention,exercise both your rational and intuitive powers,seek for answers within,be patient. Think for yourself. Doubt everything. Me included. Lets get you started with my post. Does it resonate with you? No? Thank you for your time,move on to something that does. Yes? OK,but please do not accept what I say blindy. Analyse it critically. If it sounds like it stands to reason then go on to the second part: how does it make you feel? If it passes that test as well,feel free to make it part of your belief system,alter it,improve it,add to or subtract from it,pass it on etc.

You are powerful,you are unparallel in all creation,possessing the gift of both a rational mind and an intuitive self. Combine both and noone,spirit,human,extraterrestial or any other shit,any imaginary or real entity,can harm you. Your soul is invincible.

Yes,even if you are neither a spiritual nor an enlightened person!

Love,peace and awareness

Eirini

Ask Your Dreams For Ideas: the name

2012-01-17T23:52:00.000-08:00

In case you've ever wondered why this blog is called AskYourDreamsForIdeas,here's a nice text that pretty much sums it up for me,it's an excerpt from How To Program Your Mind For Wealth:

''If you generally ignore your dreams, as most of us do, you are wasting one of the most powerful resources you have access to. Your dreams are the vital link between your conscious experience and your subconscious desires and goals.

Dreams are not random misfirings of your neurons while you sleep. Dreams are your connection to the psychological web that connects you to all other humans. Dreams connect us to what Carl Jung called the collective consciousness of our race, and this power of our dreams can teach us all that is truly important about our lives.

Modern science teaches us that we use only 15 percent of our brains. It is more accurate to state that we use 15 percent of our brains for all of the physically verifiable processes of our bodies that science can measure. It takes only 15 percent of your brain power to operate within physical reality.

The other 85 percent of your brain, by far the greater portion, is involved in all of those things which reductionist science cannot measure: your creativity, your emotions, your dreams. The truth of your life is that only a small fraction of your brain power is used in actual practical dealings with the physical world. The majority of your psychological power is engaged in drawing your experiences to you, in subtle psychological interactions with the people you meet or wish to meet, and in experiencing ramifications of future events on a psychological level before you decide to live them out in reality.

Most of this work is done in your dreams. While you sleep, you literally act out your wishes, hopes and fears with other people on a basic emotional level, and from these experiments choose which physical events to experience in your life. This is awesome power, and I urge you to take hold of it today.

Pay attention not only to your dreams, but also to the inner voice that knows what you should do. Pay attention to ideas, motivation and help. Trust your instincts.
Take five minutes right now and feel the truth of these words:

I HAVE FAITH IN THE INTELLIGENCE OF MY INSTINCTS AND MY DREAMS. I WILL REMEMBER MY DREAMS, AND I WILL BE AWARE FOR ANY KNOWLEDGE GIVEN TO ME IN MY DREAMS.

TAKE ACTION: Right now, decide that you will pay attention not only to your dreams, but also to your intuition. Tonight, keep your prosperity journal next to your bed and tell yourself that you want to remember your dreams. You may even want to ask your subconscious mind to bring a money-making idea into your dreams. Tomorrow morning, write down your dreams and see if you can learn something from them. Look at the events in your dreams symbolically, not literally, and you may be quite surprised by the wisdom you find.

“Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” –Carl Jung''

Love,peace and asking your dreams for ideas

Eirini

I am a bad ass

2012-01-17T02:26:00.000-08:00

We spend so much of our time berating our bodies, complaining about what our bodies haven't given us and the way they dare to look. And, yet, every single pleasure and success we have had in this life has been directly allowed to us because of our bodies. Our bodies have given us the opportunity to have every experience of our lives.

Though my body is my form, it isn’t me—not really.This IS my human container—my human form—but the essence of me is spirit.

But this particular human container of mine is also me. And a pretty bad-ass me for that—not because it is chiseled, honed or perfect (because it is none of those things,believe me,dont judge by the photo;I have just mastered the art of posing right for a picture to enhance my assets and hide my imperfections)—but because it made (from scratch!) and then birthed and then breastfed four human beings. Big ones..And I appreciate that’s nothing to sneeze at. I notice that the form of my body also carries with it markers of my life. Injury scars, pregnancy stretchmarks, childbearing hips and breastfeeding tits. As they say in art school—Form follows function.

Υοu dont believe me your body is an everyday miracle in action?Here are 50 Awsome Things Your Body Can Do

So make a commitment to love your body today:

''Because I understand that my love and respect for my body are metaphors of my love and respect for my self and soul, I pledge to do the following:

To stop berating my body and to begin celebrating the vessel that I have been given. I will remember the amazing things my body has given me: the ability to experience the world with a breadth of senses, the ability to perceive and express love, the ability to comfort and soothe, and the ability to fight, provide, and care for humanity.''

Promise to take good care of your body. Celebrate your body by caring for it and pampering it. Be sure to eat well by feeding it the necessary vitamins and nutrients. Choose activities that you love, that move your body. Feel sexy,because you are. And please end the inner “fat talk” once and for all.

Οne of my own ways of celebrating my body is posting pictures of me looking good. I mean,when it's public,it's kind of official,so I have to believe it myself: ''yeah,you are looking good,girl!''

Make that decision for you—and the whole world—today to start really loving your body! And post a few pictures to prove it!

Love,peace and body acceptance

Eirini

Pets and their symbolism

2012-01-14T14:42:00.000-08:00

I LOVE animals. Dogs and cats are by far my favourites. To me heaven is a place packed with cats and dogs roaming freely everywhere.

Animals,unlike many humans,are never energy vampires. Iin fact,they will either give you more loving energy than they get from you or they wont give any,if they happen not to like you.But stealing energy? Never. This is a totally human trait. If you have had many energy vampires in your life that have or are still feasting on your energy,you may be subconsciously prefering the company of pets.

Those who love dogs or even keep dogs as pets at home are craving in their relationship a real friend, helping, protecting, always present and available day and night in all ups and downs of life !

Those who hate, reject or are allergic to dogs - hate, reject or are allergic to real friendship and have totally different intentions in their relationships and all their human environment !

The behavior of a dog depends almos entirely on his/her owner and directly reflects the true owner's attitude:

a watchdog - police dog training offered for many privately owned dogs - who has been trained to attack or to be mean upon command or on its own ( beware of dog at the door ) means that HIS owner is as mean and as violent as the dog but the owner uses his dog as a tool of violence to avoid personal responsibility and liability in case of death or injuries caused TO others ! in the worse of all cases the dog is killed by court order and the owner goes free.
a dog ready to play with children and all others - always friendly and helping - reflects this happy helping nature of the owner.
if a dog has to obey step by step - then the owner wants to POSSESS and USE - like a slave owner in previous centuries !

become aware of what kind of dog your friends, partners, business partners or potential living partner may have - and you know how this persons really ARE - OR - what they are missing in their life AND relationship

Those who love cats or even keep cats as pets at home are craving in their relationship sweet tender love, caresses, kissing, skin to skin hugging love etc

Those who hate, reject or are allergic to cats more often than not hate, reject or are allergic to love.

The way we relate to animals and pets show a lot about our intrapersonal relationship and owr own character. What does it say about yours?

Love,peace and pet love

Eirini

How I Will Love You

2012-01-12T07:37:00.000-08:00

with Love

Eirini

Apologies to the Sacred Masculine

2012-01-10T23:21:00.000-08:00

I loved this.So Im sharing it. Apologies to all Men,for all the pain and confusion we have inadvertedly caused them and keep causing them,as we are on our path to fulfillment and true union of the souls

APOLOGIES TO THE SACRED MASCULINE

I apologize for those moments when I couldn’t see beyond my projections to your true nature. With so much relational trauma in the rear view mirror, I couldn’t distinguish the heartless from the benevolent warrior. With my lens blurred by unhealed emotions, I was unable to see you in your wholeness. I unknowingly projected my negative expectations without recognizing those moments when you were moving from love. Please forgive me my projections, and know that below my pain was a heart that genuinely longed to merge with yours.

I apologize for pushing you to open your heart when you weren’t ready. I longed to be met in my openness, and I couldn’t bear the disconnect between us. I am nourished by direct communication, and I took your silence personally. I didn’t understand the relationship between your detachment and your warrior conditioning. I do see this now. From the beginning, you have been cast in the role of warrior protector and your emotional armour was fundamental to your task. Without it, you would not have been able to remain vigilant on the battlefield, nor succeed in the competitive marketplace. As our world moves away from survivalism as a way of being, I am hopeful that you will feel safe enough to live from an open heart. Such beautiful light comes through that opening.

I apologize for not always seeing your limitations and struggles. There were times when I could not see past my expectations and fantasies. I had grown up with a fairy tale of a great knight that would save me, and I clung to that vision, preferring the perfection projection to the reality of humanness. As a result, I didn’t always see how much stress you carried, how difficult things were, how hard it was to hold it all together. Of course, we perpetuated the projection together- you hid your humanness from view while I chose not to look for it. I look forward to the day when our relationships are not predicated on illusions, but on a deep recognition of each other’s authenticity.

I apologize for giving you mixed messages about how I wanted you to manifest. At times, I wanted you to be soft and tender. At other times, dominant and protective. How confusing this must have been for you, how challenging to go back and forth between such differing feeling states. It has been so confusing for all of us, trying to straddle the line between our needs for both safety and vulnerability. One day, the perversions of polarity will fall away and we will arrive at a sacred balance between all healthy ways of being. Women will feel safe to assert their voice and embody their wholeness, and men will feel equally safe disarming and speaking from their vulnerability. On the rivers of essence, everything flows in the same direction- towards the ocean of wholeness.

I apologize for being passive aggressive towards you. I was not taught to express anger directly, and I was frightened of your aggressiveness. I know that you have had similar challenges with experiencing your sadness and releasing your tears. In the world we are moving towards, I am hopeful that both genders will have seamless access to all emotional states and healthy forms of expression.

I am sorry that I expected you to fill my emptiness, when the only one who can fill it is me. I have often looked for answers in relationship, somehow imagining that another could complete me. After so many centuries of disempowerment, I didn’t realize that I had the tools for my own self-creation. But I am recognizing it now. Where before we met as two fragmented beings, we will soon meet as two whole beings- each of us healthily boundaried, well-integrated and intrinsically complete. Two soulitudes.

I am grateful for all those moments when you held me safe and operated within the heart of compassion. The backlash of recent decades was a necessary response to generations of suffering, but many of your contributions got lost in the shuffle. In my efforts to find my voice and stand my ground, I have not always given credit where it is due. I encourage you to re-claim anything you have lost along the way, and to proudly embody the sacred masculine as you once did. I apologize for those moments when I discouraged your power. I could not distinguish it from its historical misuses.

I am grateful for the many positive contributions you have made to my reality. I realize that you often communicated your love for me and the village with deeds, not words. I thank you for helping to construct the structures that my expansion relies upon. I thank you for labouring long and hard to establish rule of law. I honour the warrior spirit that built the railroads, the cities, the bridges that bring us into contact with one another. I honour those warriors who fought and died on battlefields in an effort to protect us. You have sacrificed so much in order to hold us safe. Praise to those benevolent warriors who came before.

May we never forget the relational and co-transformative nature of human expansion. Although the ultimate romance is with your own soul, it is our experiences together that give birth to the essential lessons. We are each here to participate in this dance of sacred imagination, stepping on each other’s toes and turning each other toward God one clumsy step after another. We trip, and then we get back up with greater awareness. With this in heart, I am hopeful that we can learn to accept one another in our humanness. We are going to continue to make mistakes, but there is grace in that if we see our errors through to the lessons they contain.

I look forward to the day when we can meet one another in our true nakedness, stripped free of unresolved emotions, pain-induced projections, the distortions of duality. For too long we have been on opposite sides of the river, the bridge between our hearts washed away by a flood of pain. But the time has come to construct a new bridge, one that comes into being with each step we take, one that is fortified with benevolent intentions and authentic self-revealing. As we walk toward one another, our emotional armour falls to the ground, transforming into the light at its source. And when we are ready, we walk right into the Godself at the centre of the bridge, puzzled that we ever imagined ourselves separate.

Those who have received your blessings may not always acknowledge it, but your acts of love have landed within us, growing us stronger and infusing us with love’s light. Rest dear warrior, rest. I hold your heart safe.

© Jeff Brown, 2011 (Author of ‘Soulshaping- A Journey of Self-Creation’;www.soulshaping.com)

Having fun in the playground

2012-01-09T23:48:00.000-08:00

Guys,I know nothing about God,but this much I believe I do know: you are so special to God,that when God created this whole universe,He had YOU in mind,you,personally you,and He was rejoicing in YOU,in anticipation to good old boring you coming into this world,He was rejoicing in everything new that you would be bringing into this world,the good and the bad,all this that is you,unrepeatable ever after in the whole creation...God would destroy and sacrifice the whole earth for your sake,if necessary,no,its not the other way round,its the creation that was put here for your sake,this whole physical world..You are that priceless to God

The whole creation was meant to be your playground with your physical body as the body of armour you were epuipped with to survive in the game and have fun with and in it. Do not get so lost in the game that you believe the playground,the game,your body of armour is more important than YOU.Please dont forget that,you are not just your average guy You are infinitely special to God,infinitely more important than the entire physical creation around you and so is every other soul in human form on this planet.

Stop beating up yourself for not "making" it in the game,for not being a better player,for messing up. Its only a f@cking game,relax! It was put there for you to learn and enjoy.You are suffering? Good,all part of the game,you re still learning. Dont like suffering? Well,too bad.There are only two options: you accept it and go on with the game trying to get to a better place if you wish, or you exit. But why exit when theres still so much fun to be had? the game goes on!

You envy better players?Good,go on playing,try to be better yourself! They are out there to get you,you said? Oh,poor,poor you! Of course they are,its part of the game,stupid! If you dont like your co-players,go find others,hopefully more cooperative ones,this whole playground is swarming in them. Or you can just sit still ,complain and whine about the game.Thats an option too,of course. But you'd think you had better things to do by now. I mean,you are in the game for a while now.

Oh,you said you didnt choose to be in the game in the first place? What nonsense,its like the character you create in a game turning up to you and complaining they didnt choose to be created. Dont you get it? You and that character are one and the same guy,exept you keep forgetting because the game is so real .Now go play.Have some fun,have a hard time,keep learning. And please share your tips with me,because this f@cking game is driving me crazy all the time,I just cant get the knack of it!

Love,peace and game fun

Eirini

How to spot fake profiles,fake identities and murky people on Facebook

2012-01-05T05:30:00.000-08:00

This is a rather hasty but valuable compilation of stuff I found online on the subject,along with my personal take on it.

Back in a more innocent age, a Facebook friend bore at least some resemblance to an actual friend: They were real people with real identities with whom one had some connection in real life. But the online "friends" who populate Facebook are increasingly not who they say they are. Indeed, some are not even real human beings, but merely malevolent online creations.

Facebook has distinguished itself from competing social networks by requiring that members use their actual identities, a stipulation that has created both an aura of intense connection and a sense of safety, helping Facebook to grow into a $50-billion behemoth with 550 million members.

In Facebook, things are not all as it seems: there are people who are under false names, pictures, interests and even friends. You look at their profile and think “something here does not fit.” These characters seek to trick legitimate users the purpose of sending unsolicited advertising, steal personal information or engage in various scams.

Why would people create fake facebook profiles?

Shallow relationships: "lovers" testing and teasing each others, teasing by fake comments of fake profiles, testing each other by fake flirts or msgs!
Monitoring: monitoring people (students, employees ... ) lives by fake personalities!
Business: forcing some business to grow by making it popular through many profiles!
Revenge: broken people creating humiliating fake profiles for those who hurt them!
Psychos: males creating profiles for females and vice versa.
Stalkers: people who know you from real life and they believe online communication offers more opportunities to interact with you
Some people are just sick: stupid pointless people like to fool around!
Professionals: if you belong to an activist or extreme or otherwise deemed 'dangerous' group,there will most likely be professionally hired people to gather information about the activity of both your specific group and you individually

Tips for Identifying Fake Online Profiles:1. Be wary if the profile describes a personality that complements your own or is too good to be true. Often, imposters will create interests and activities that mirror your own in order to start a conversation.2/ Determine whether any of your "mutual friends" have actually met your newest online acquaintance in person.3/Use search engines to do a quick background check on the name and basic information used in a profile.4/Peruse posted pictures and albums carefully. A real person will often have pictures with friends and family, who will have tagged and commented on photos. By contrast, most of the fake profiles have only one or two photos.The images are of poor quality, without descriptions, tags and comments.Or they might be generic./Don't be tricked if your friend has multiple people who vouch for him or her online. One person can easily make multiple accounts to make it appear as if there is a support network of family and friends.6/Imposters will often try to interact with your own friends and family members to create a broader sense of familiarity and build up a broader network of trust.7/If birthday is 01/01 (no offense real ones LOL but because it's the fastest choice)! 8/ Info profile is too short not equipped with a category. For example do not mention the school name etc

Here's a very good indication:

A fake profile of Facebook user that is a stalker aimed specifically at you will actively seek you out, sending friend request though there are no common friends,will keep liking everything you post,almost obsessively, and keep posting messages on your wall

Fake profiles and stalkers are easily spotted,at least that is my experience. It's murky people serving murky purposes that are more difficult to identify. Eventually,though,after some initial probing,especially if you go by your gut feeling,they reveal their true colors.Plus, when they do realise you saw through them they obligingly take to greener and more naive pastures,or they just start lurking.My policy:Fearlessness. THEY should be afraid of me,not the other way round. I show my true colors,they dont,so all their interactions are based on fear of being revealed for what they are,which is quite of a stess-generator! I get to have fun,they get to have stress.Sounds fine by me! No need to report them,they get what they deserve! Everyone does in the end.

Love,peace and understanding

Eirini

The love story of the horse and the poplar

2012-01-03T08:16:00.000-08:00

This is a beautiful love story that I translated from a Greek story I found in the below link. Enjoy.

Η ιστορια στα ελληνικα εδω

Once upon a time there was a tall,beautiful poplar tree in the middle of a large meadow.

She was graceful,her folliage laden with silver.But who would have thought that she was an unhappy poplar.As far as your eyes could see there was no other tree in sight." I am so lonely, without any friends, without anyone to exchange a few words with" she reflected and continued:"When people are lonely, then compare themselves to the reeds in the plain, but it should rather be said that they are like me, like a poplar in the prairie."

These and other similar thoughts had been crossing the poplar's mind. For she really was lonely and miserable.A small consolation was of course the birds.The opportunities, however, to speak to them were few and far between.All day they would flutter back and forth and only came to her branches to sing or sleep.Not that they would undertsand her language anyway, because it's not that easy for anyone to learn the language of trees.As for the crickets, they were either sleeping or singing all day long.

So months and years passed and the world seemed drab to the poplar. Until one day,when life began to smile upon her.

It was a glorious autumn day,a glorious sun shining upon the meadow after the early morning rain.
Freshly washed by the rain ,the poplar's leaves  were shining like pure silver.
She suddenly saw a horse descending the hills around her meadow.
White as snow. So proud a horse she had never seen in her life.
She just stood there admiring his trotting while his mane was rythmically swaying in the wind.

Soon she could also discern a middle aged man holding the horse's reins.
''That's probably his owner" she thought. Then she realised that he was the  farmer who had bought the nearby plot."That horse is supposed to be working here for the farmer.Who would have thought that company would come in the form of a beautiful horse''. But the horse did not even look at her. At first because it simply never crossed his  mind to hang out with a tree.Besides he was not that fond of trees anyway, as he was often tied to their trunk, while he would prefer to gallop freely in the plains and mountains. Plus he never thought that a tree could either talk or keep one company.

A few days passed but the horse paid no heed to the poplar.She tried several times to talk to him but he did not seem to understand..But soon loneliness began to creep upon the horse as well. After he was done with his chores he spent too many hours tied to the poplar's trunk.One afternoon he lifted his head up and observed the poplar in all her glory for the first time.

''Good God!What a beauty! ''he exclaimed ''And look at those leaves,glistening like pure silver!! But how miserable she must be here all alone in the meadow ",he whispered and as he gazed upon her.
''-Oh, thank you for realising what it's like,'' he heard a fine melodious voice emerging from the folliage of the poplar .The horse could not believe his ears. Really, it was the poplar talking to him.''So you are a talking tree''? he asked inquiringly. The poplar, happy now because he could hear her at last,replied:
-''Everything on earth has its own language .You can keep studying languages to learn how to communicate. But in order for anyone to understand the language of any living thing,you have to pay attention to it when it is trying to talk to you''.

From that day on the horse became friends with the poplar. He could hardly wait for the time that the farmer summoned him to work in the field. He was so looking forward to find himself next to the poplar.And the poplar hardly slept a wink each night,counting the minutes until she could see the horse descending from the hills beyond.
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They would spent endless hours talking. He told her a lot of things about other animals,he spoke of the world behind the hills. And he even told her that he loved  nothing more on earth than to gallop as a free horse in the plains and mountains.And that he was fortunate to have an owner that was kind to animals. She could not get enough of his stories.She in turn told him about the pleasure of hearing the birds singing,of the joy of silently contemplating about life under the stars at night,of the pleasure of swinging rythmically to the gentle breezes.
She was no longer lonely and the horse felt lonely only when he was away from her, although he did not lack company in the farmhouse of his owner.

But one morning the horse did not show up. Nor the next day or the day after that.. Then she realized that work was over and done with in the nearby plot and that the horse would not come back to her.''He is soon going to forget all about me", she thought with a heavy heart.

But the horse kept thinking about her throughout the days while he was working in other plots and throughout the nights when he was tied to the the door of the farmhouse."Oh, the poplar will assume I have forgotten her"he thought to himseld and his eyes misted with grief. He stopped talking to other animals,he even lost his appetite.Now he realized the true depth of his feelings for the poplar.And how he wished he were allowed to send a message,to tell her that he had not forgotten........

Days, nights, weeks rolled by, then winter came. One night standing outside the farmhouse in the bitter cold,realizing that the bitterness in his heart was even more unbearable, the horse took the big decision:"I can not stand it any longer,I am breaking loose. My poplar needs me and I need her too". He was strong and the rope gave in easily and he started galloping frantically towards the meadow.There was a huge,round moon in the winter sky guiding his way.Fast as the wind he came to her,calling her name. He stood on his hind legs trying to kiss her. She in her turn tried hard to bend her trunk to reach down and kiss him.But the trunk came close to breaking. They couldn't make it. Maybe next time ...

As the horse lay down by her trunk she shook her branches and threw as many of her leaves that were left on her in an attempt to cover him and keep him warm. At that moment they heard a mocking hoarse voice above them:''
''Look at that spectacle. Go figure. A horse loving a poplar. That's a good laugh'' ...They lifted their eyes and saw a black ugly cloud passing by.-'I'll run to tell the news to the other clouds behind the hills so that we can laugh to our hearts content.''

The poplar sank into silence.The words of the black cloud were still ringing in her ears and almost stole the joy of their reunion.The white horse, reading her thoughts immediately replied:.''My sweet poplar, do not worry. There will always be black clouds who instead of trying to find happiness for themselves,will be looking for ways to spoil the happiness of others.Do not doubt for a moment that we are the most suited couple, perhaps in the whole wide world.''

''You're right horse'' they heard a warm voice above them. ''Thousands of years traveling upon the earth from side to side I have seen a lot,believe me. But it's the first time I have seen a love so beautiful''. It was the perfectly round moon who had silently slipped from the sky and stood over them while bathing them with her silver light.

Then the horse thought of the farmhouse and his owner.But he could not find it in his heart to leave her alone again.His owner,though, was not about to give up on such a valuable horse so easily.So he kept searching for it. Except it never occured to him to look for it by the poplar's side.But of course that telltale of a cloud saw to that and dropped a few of his rain drops above the farm. So the secret was learned first by the flowers in the garden .Then the secret reached the ears of the farmer's wife, who knew the language of flowers because she loved them.And she in turn told her husband.. He immediately ran to the meadow to bring his property back.

But the horse had decided to stay with the poplar forever, so when he saw his owner descending from the hills, he took to the mountains. The farmer realised what was amiss and decided to cut down the tree that kept his horse away from him. So he got out his saw and started sawing the trunk.He was surprised however to hear deep sighs emanating from the tree .  ''Those who claim that trees have a soul are right " he thought to himself. "And why not? My wife does speaks to flowers after all ."

He stopped sawing and asked:-"'Tell me,am I hurting you,is that why you are sighing?''-''Yes'', she replied, 'it hurts a lot,but that is not why I am sighing. I am thinking of the pain my beloved horse will go through when he comes back and finds me dead''.
-''What a beautiful love this is''! whispered the farmer.''How can I ruin it?? Tell the horse when he gets back, that from now on he is free . This is my gift to your love''.And before the poplar had time enough to thank him, he was off on his way back to tell his wife of this wonderful and strange story.

When the horse returned and learned about the news, he started dancing like mad for joy .Then the horse asked the poplar: "Would you like to walk with me?'' "Walk-me? I am a tree. Have you forgotten that my horse? Trees remain rooted in the same place for ever''. ''That's because none of the ever tried'' replied the horse. ''Why dont you become the first tree ever to do that?'' And so it happened. It was wonderful that night that the poplar walked proudly next to the white horse, under the perfectly round moon.Yes, there it was their friend the moon, who did her best to become brighter for their sake that night

''I brought you a gift ,'' told them the moon .''I will sprinkle you with some magic dust and you will become of the same kind.You will no longer be different. And so you will be free to relish your love without any obstacles and problems.You choose: Would you like to live the rest of your lives like horses or like poplars?''And then as is always the case with two lovers so deeply in love as they were,they replied in one voice, as if they had read each other's thoughts:-''Thank you moon for your gift, but we prefer to stay the way we are.We are perfectly happy as it is. Our love does not need your magic dust''.
-''I '',said the poplar, ''know how much horses like to run free, galloping away to their heart's content. It would be a shame to make a poplar of him,he would miss his former life so terribly. ''And I'',said the horse ''know how much my poplar loves swaying to the breeze under the stars.Yes,we 'd like to stay the way we are. I will always be coming back to you, my precious poplar,no matter how far away I go''

Before he could finish his words, the horse felt his feet growing taller and taller. And the poplar bent for the first time without any pain in her trunk.So they were able to have their first kiss ...enthusiastically applauded by the moon ...And that was the only night ever that the moon forgot to continue her journey through the horizon... ...

Love,peace and happy endings
Eirini

My New Year Message to You

2011-12-31T23:46:00.000-08:00

Here's my heartfelt message to you for the new year:

I love you!

Ελληνικα: Σ'αγαπω(saγapo)
English -I love you!
Afrikaans - Ek Fhet jou lief
Albanian - Te dua
Arabic - Ana behibek
Armenian - Yes kez sirumen
Bambara - M'bi fe
Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi
Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu
Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
Bulgarian - Обичам те
Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah
Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a
Catalan - T'estimo
Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse
Chichewa - Ndimakukonda
Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)
Creole - Mi aime jou
Croatian - Volim te
Czech - Miluji te
Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig
Dutch - Ik hou van jou
Esperanto - Mi amas vin
Estonian - Ma armastan sind
Ethiopian - Afgreki'
Faroese - Eg elski teg
Farsi - Doset daram
Filipino - Mahal kita
Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua
French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore
Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort
Georgian - Mikvarhar
German - ich liebe dich
Greek - S'agapau
Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo
Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw
Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi
Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)
Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)
Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae
Hmong - Kuv hlub koj
Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta
Hungarian - Szeretlek
Icelandic - Eg elska tig
Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw
Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu
Inuit - Negligevapse
Irish - Taim i' ngra leat
Italian - Ti amo
Japanese - Aishiteru
Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene
Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
Kiswahili - Nakupenda
Konkani - Tu magel moga cho
Korean - Sarang Heyo
Latin - Te amo
Latvian - Es tevi miilu
Lebanese - Bahibak
Lithuanian - Tave myliu
Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu
Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu
Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni
Marathi - Me tula prem karto
Mohawk - Kanbhik
Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik
Nahuatl - Ni mits neki
Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni
Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg
Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
Pangasinan - Inaru Taka
Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo
Persian - Doo-set daaram
Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay
Polish - Kocham Ciebie
Portuguese - Eu te amo
Romanian - Te ubesk
Russian - Ya tebya liubliu
Scot Gaelic - Tha gradh agam ort
Serbian - Volim te
Setswana - Ke a go rata
Sign Language - ,,,/ (represents position of fingers when
signing'I Love You')
Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Sioux - Techihhila
Slovak - Lu`bim ta
Slovenian - Ljubim te
Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo
Swahili - Ninapenda wewe
Swedish - Jag alskar dig
Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di
Tagalog - Mahal kita
Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li
Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe
Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen
Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu
Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)
Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)
Turkish - Seni Seviyorum
Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu
Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo
Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female)
Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male)
Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu
Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh
Yoruba - Mo ni fe

Love in all forms and languages

Eirini

New Year Resolutions

2011-12-30T14:01:00.000-08:00

Write down everything you want in your life. Then take off the brakes. What would it be like to let your creative talents or your true self manifest fully? By doing this, you will be able to identify and change the limiting beliefs that are blocking you from accomplishing all that you can do and be." - Dr. Christiane Northru

Twenty years ago if you had asked me I'd have told you that my greatest dream is to find the love of my life, to have a big family with lots of kids and a school of my own . Fast forward to now,those three biggest wishes of mine were granted. Even if my marriage is on the rocks at the moment,I know I can either make it right if I really wish it to be so,or let go of it and embrace the new.In either case I have lived the bliss of a great love story and it was awsome. My kids,though a source of infinite trouble and exhaustion,are also a source of infinitive bliss as well. And as for my school,though things are really hard at the moment businesswise for practically everyone in my country,I have also known the bliss ( and the heartache) of owning a business and I can assure you,even if I end up going bankrupt one day, it is definitely worth the ride!!

Why am I telling you this? Is it because I'd love to brag? Well,that may be a small part of it,but there is a point I am trying to make as well :

Dreams can and do pecome real all the time! Stop blaming the economic meltdown,your age,your circumstances or whatever and take action towards those dreams! Now!

DREAM BIG! DREAM OUTRAGEOUSLY! DREAM LIKE YOU 'VE NEVER DREAMT BEFORE!

Here's what I want you to do:

Take out a piece of paper and write down this:

LIST OF MY LONG-FORGOTTEN DREAMS

Go back to your childhood or teenage years if you have to. The most recent ones as well.The big and the smallWrite everything down,do not cessor yourself.Yes,even those stupid little phantasies of yours.Write them down too.In black and white please Write as many as you'd like .Take your time. Now,go over them one by one and see if any of them are still applicable or you have outgrown them Pick out 10, the ones that fill you with longing,the ones that make your heart beat faster.

Here's my promise to you:

Whether you are going to do anything about them or not, one of those dreams is going to come true over the course of the next few months or years.How do I know that? Well,it's a secret of the trade,but if you really insist,go google ''the power of written intentions and wishes''.

If you work harder and put your heart to it,you can fulfill everything or alnmost everything in your list. BUT EVEN THE ACT OF WRITING THEM DOWN SETS THE WHEELS IN MOTION,I ASSURE YOU!

So go ahead,do it. Now .

Amd I promise you that my own dreams and wishes to come,are so outrageously delightful that even thinking about them makes me happy!

Love,peace and dreams fulfilled

Eirini

Holiday traditions

2011-12-30T00:13:00.000-08:00

This is part of our Christmas family traditions:

At the beginning of every December we get out all our Christmas story books in my family ( each year we buy or are given a couple as presents) and the kids- of course only the two youngest ones now as the other too are too old for this- get to decide which stories to read each night before going to bed. I look forward to this ritual myself...some kind of magic in our hectic lives,getting lost in the magic of fairy tales. The story books lie around on that living room tea table,as a reminder,so that we won't miss a day or rather a night.

Life is such a fairy tale...yeah,even when bad moments are counted in! I've had my fair share of them this year,I can assure you of that!

But stilll.....There's this little voice that keeps reminding me( and you):

''Life is supposed to be fun!Life is supposed to be fun!Life is supposed to be fun!Life is supposed to be fun!''

LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!

LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!

So lets have fun!

Love,peace and fun

Eirini

Just for today

2011-12-29T00:43:00.000-08:00

Stop complaining for just one day. Don’t complain about having to get out of bed to go to work. Don’t complain about the traffic. Don’t complain about having gained a few pounds. Don’t complain about your coffee not being right. Don’t complain about the kids leaving a mess in the kitchen. Don’t complain about your partner. Don’t complain about your coworkers. Don’t complain about anything.

Complaining only serves to bring yourself, and others around you down. You see, there’s a place for asking for the important things you want and need in life, but complaining about small things chips away at your sense of well-being and happiness. It can become a habit, and while you’re complaining about something insignificant, you may be missing the lovely little moments all around you that make life so charming.

So, just for one day, hang up the complaining PhD that all humans have, and go by the old adage “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Your day (and everyones around you) will be better for it.

Written by DeeAnne White

Love,peace and acceptance

Eirini

Letter to Santa

2011-12-27T05:34:00.000-08:00

Best letter to Santa I've read this year:

Dear Santa

''I thought it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gimme Holiday.

First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent area, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.

I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::t'' it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gi I thought it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gimme Holiday.

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Eirini Eirinia, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.

I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::mme Holiday.

First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent area, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.

I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::
I thought it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gimme Holiday.

First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent area, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.

I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::
I thought it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gimme Holiday.

First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent area, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.

I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::

Holidays and loneliness

2011-12-26T04:00:00.000-08:00

This is a view of the road just around the corner from my school.For some strange reason,it evokes wierd feelings of loneliness in me...

The holiday season is generally thought of as a time of joy and love, but for many people, it’s a time of loneliness. Some people live far from family and miss seeing their loved ones this time of year; others dread going to holiday parties and New Year’s Eve celebrations without a partner and end up staying home; it’s also common for people to feel emotional distance from the people they’re with, thus feeling lonely even if they’re in a room full
of people. For those who feel lonely during the holidays, this time of year can be a time of
additional stress. If you’re experiencing loneliness that causes you stress during
the holiday season,rather than usual advice to volunteer,reach out,etc,here's another perspective: focus on being grateful for what you have,including your feelings of loneliness!

There are many far-reaching benefits to gratitude. One easy antidote to feelings of lack is to
cultivate feelings of gratitude for what you already have; it's hard to focus on both at once. If you're feeling a lack of love in your life, make a concerted effort to focus on the love that you do have--from friends, family, neighbors, and even pets. You can also focus on
things you really value in your life, like your work, the hobbies you have, or even your potential. Maintaining a gratitude journal can be a wonderful exercise in cultivating an attitude of gratitude, and can leave you with a written record of everything you have to value in your life, to read through when you're feeling down.

love,peace and gratitude

Eirini

Peace on Earth

2011-12-25T07:56:00.000-08:00

Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me!

Are these just more words that pass on your screen today? .. or will you, today, give the most authentic gift you ever gave the world? Your peace .. when shared , it has the ripple effect and brings moments of awareness to the unaware, forgiveness to the angry and love to the world. Close your eyes,focus on your heart and forgive with all your heart everyone that you believe has wronged you this year. Send them peace and light and God's love. I promise you,the freeing effect is unbelievable....

Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with me....

Love,peace and blessings

Eirini

Nativity Play

2011-12-23T14:40:00.000-08:00

Achilleas played in a nativity nursery school play today

As soon as his part was over,he sat down,as instructed, watching the little snowflakes/girls twirling about

It wasn't long before the snowflake next to him caught his interest

...and so he started messing up with her

...teasing her,tickling her and then,to her great annoyance,kissing her!

That really pissed the snowflake off,so she stood up,in front of all parents and kids and indignantly announced,to the great merriment of everyone present:

-Miss,Achilleas has just kissed me!

Achilleas,undaunted,went on to pick up a different snowflake as a dancing partner,a more willing one,I daresay!

But as soon as Santa showed up and gave him his present,he forgot all about snowflakes and started unwrapping,with some help from his brother - his BenTen toy!

Love,peace and a very Merry Christmas

Eirini