<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416</id><updated>2024-09-04T14:53:44.513+01:00</updated><title type="text">Daily Diary Of A White Witch</title><subtitle type="html">Daily diary of a White Witch writing about all aspects of daily life including work and pleasure.</subtitle><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-4576183318650051404</id><published>2010-10-12T08:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:29:16.074+01:00</updated><title type="text">I Don't Have An Excuse Big Enough To Be Excused...</title><content type="html">Busy, tired and just enjoying myself. I have to admit I haven't been my usual self within the last week. I needed a break so apart from &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk"&gt;spell casting&lt;/a&gt; and answering countless emails I stayed away from the computer. At least to rest my eyes. I am wondering if age related health issues are starting to crop up? I find myself holding a book further and further away from my eyes. Isn't being long sighted the biggest hint that one is getting older! Oh well that's life and there are too many good things to let just a pair of glasses get in the way. Or I could have a ball when I go glasses shopping choosing a wicked pair of designer frames:))))&lt;br /&gt;
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It's been a funny week regarding work. My work seems to be seasonal. At this time it's normally focusing on work related issues rather than &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/love_spells.html"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; or health. Probably it's due to the run up to Christmas where people want to have that little bit of extra cash to tie them over and also purchase some extra presents. The sad issues start cropping up by mid Novemember where a lot of people feel alone and the lead up to Christmas opens a lot of wounds which never go away. I will get to that chapter when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;
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For now whoever is reading this blog, focus on the good things you have and put them at the forefront of your minds. You will be amazed at how good you feel in a couple of days and the negative things will become distant as you feel lighter.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope I am excused for my little break in writing my diary...</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4576183318650051404/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-have-excuse-big-enough-to-be.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/4576183318650051404" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/4576183318650051404" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-have-excuse-big-enough-to-be.html" rel="alternate" title="I Don't Have An Excuse Big Enough To Be Excused..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-1734333143534162042</id><published>2010-10-01T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:53:52.603+01:00</updated><title type="text">One Mistake Can Change Your Whole Life Path</title><content type="html">The work that I do is basically getting people back on the right path. Most want to &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/love_spells.html"&gt;re-kindle love&lt;/a&gt;, save a marriage, find a lost love, &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/money_spells.html"&gt;have more money&lt;/a&gt;, stop a job loss, better health and much more, the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;
More than 50% of the people I help are victims of their own mistakes that have life changing consequences. &lt;br /&gt;
I have two sad stories today and with the permission of my clients I have been given the go ahead to write about their situations.&lt;br /&gt;
One girl was under tremendous stress. She is a university student and is currently studying for a BA. She is Indian and the only girl which means she has to take care of her parents. Parent actually as it's only her mother that is still alive. The other siblings, boys, have all flown the nest and are not taking much interest. The girl's mother starting having heart problems as well as having elderly dementia. As my client was in and out of hospital her work was piling up. She had to give in an assessment and she wasn't going to make it. She seeked the help of a friend who gave her her essay. The MISTAKE happened when my client almost copied her friends assessment instead of re-wording and using her own initiative to change it. Yes we all know that she shouldn't have done it but being under so much stress and wanting to make the grade to carry on her studies she didn't think clearly enough. She also comes from a background that is quite ignorant of pursuing higher education and they are still of the generation where girls should get married and have babies. &lt;br /&gt;
My client was caught and severely punished. She has been up against the board who want every proof of her situation and they are leaving her hanging on. Her course had re-started and she is unable to return to university until this has been sorted out. She is miserable and beside herself with worry...&lt;br /&gt;
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My next client, met a man who worshiped her. She left her country and moved in with him. The year after she got pregnant. During this time things were pretty good but once she got pregnant he became controlling. He tried to alienate her from friends that she worked with. She found herself no longer being able to socialise. She managed to convince her partner to go back to her country to have the baby and he said he wanted to get work. Apparently this was all a lie as he had his job held for him and after the baby was three months old they went back to his country. She did manange to go back to her job which in hindsight was a life saver. A year passed and they decided to get married. Things between them were not good at all but she thought the marriage would help things along and make them more of a united family. This was her big MISTAKE. The day after they were married he changed. It was if someone had switch on a light and bingo she was married to someone she didn't know at all. He worked from early morning to late evening. He was never there to see his son and he was never contactable at work. She made a decision to leave and three months after the marriage she did just that. &lt;br /&gt;
Before she knew it he had put a restraining order on her son so that she couldn't leave the country. She underwent every attack from him under the son. Accusations of abuse were coming from everywhere and as she was not in her own country and had no family she felt totally alone and frightened. Her case took years and years but during this time she met someone else, managed to get a divorce, married again and had another girl. &lt;br /&gt;
She is still hounded by her ex-husband to this day and he does his best to try to turn her son against her, luckily it is not working. &lt;br /&gt;
There was a silver lining in her cloud though as she managed to get permission to leave the country and she went back to her home where they are all happy, have good jobs and are surrounded by good friends and people who love them...&lt;br /&gt;
The moral of these two stories is to think before you act. Don't lose yourself in the moment and always weigh up consequences that could happen, good and bad. &lt;br /&gt;
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Blessings to you all,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk"&gt;Melinda&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1734333143534162042/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-mistake-can-change-your-whole-life.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/1734333143534162042" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/1734333143534162042" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-mistake-can-change-your-whole-life.html" rel="alternate" title="One Mistake Can Change Your Whole Life Path" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-4125849858567780690</id><published>2010-09-26T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:25:12.309+01:00</updated><title type="text">Hangover or Hungover?</title><content type="html">My excuse for not updating my diary is totally self inflicted. Me and my husband love to party and often we invent parties with themes. Friday was a theme for Wii and Snooker. Our problem is that with our games room there is obviously a bar. Snooker was the start of the evening and lengthy times proping up the bar. Without realising alcohol becomes like juice.&lt;br /&gt;
The evening got quite lively and needless to say large quantities of alcohol were consumed. I can't quite remember eveyone leaving but I can remember the bedroom spinning as I tried to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;
We all woke up incredibly late with the sound of the basement alarm being turned off by &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk"&gt;Kwamena&lt;/a&gt;. I jumped out of bed stood up and felt a heavy pulsating pain in my head. Then I became slowly conscious of why I am feeling so bad. I took a look at my husband we exchanged looks and understood that we really didn't have to talk to eachother until we felt well enough. &lt;br /&gt;
I walked into the kitchen and viewed the amount of glasses and plates that were cluttering up all work surface areas and tried free the kettle from behind all the mess. I sat down, contemplated the day and immediately wrote it off. I can't &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/love_spells.html"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; in this state and I will be no good to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;
There was a knock at the door and in walked Kwamena. &lt;br /&gt;
"Ahh, Melindaaaaaa, I think you enjoyed yourself last night didn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;
I gave him a sign from my hand as he was making fun of me. &lt;br /&gt;
Thank god for &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/about_us.html"&gt;Kwamy&lt;/a&gt;, he's so loyal and so good at what he does. In around two hours he will come back upstairs and will let me know that he has answered all my emails, processed all the payments and written me a schedule of what to do today in order not to waste any more time. Look it worked. I have time to write in my diary!!&lt;br /&gt;
We all went out for lunch and then on to the park with the hope that fresh air will get us back to the land of the living. It didn't quite work but certainly better than in the morning. After arriving home we slumped in front of the tv for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;
I woke up full of beans this morning and got through mountains of work so maybe sometimes it's good to be wild as play is just as important as work:)</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/4125849858567780690/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/hangover-or-hungover.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/4125849858567780690" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/4125849858567780690" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/hangover-or-hungover.html" rel="alternate" title="Hangover or Hungover?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-3187378093772645048</id><published>2010-09-22T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:24:57.887+01:00</updated><title type="text">I can create spells but I can't create immediate miracles!</title><content type="html">One of those days today. Why does everyone think that as soon as they order a spell it will work immediately and in a few hours of ordering they expect their lives to be perfect. Why does no one read the information on website!! &lt;br /&gt;
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I always stress to my clients that &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk"&gt;spells&lt;/a&gt; take time to manifest before they even begin to work. The client has also got to do their part. For some reason this doesn't work. I have no idea why but it's so frustrating. Imagine your email inbox saturated with 20 emails from the same person asking question after question and the spell has only been cast two hours earlier. I totally understand that those who have asked for my service are in need but one has to practice some patience. 'Rome wasn't built in one day'!!&lt;br /&gt;
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For all those that want to use the services of &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/about_us.html"&gt;spell casters&lt;/a&gt; of whatever &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk"&gt;magic&lt;/a&gt; please note that spells do not work in a few hours. Embrace what the caster has told you and let us do our jobs!</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3187378093772645048/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-can-create-spells-but-i-cant-create.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/3187378093772645048" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/3187378093772645048" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-can-create-spells-but-i-cant-create.html" rel="alternate" title="I can create spells but I can't create immediate miracles!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-1987753399756631425</id><published>2010-09-21T13:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:16:09.118+01:00</updated><title type="text">Shoe Therapy</title><content type="html">It's already Tuesday and I know, I didn't make it to my blog yesterday but I had something much better to do. I spent 3 hours shopping for shoes only. This is my &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/love_spells.html"&gt;passion&lt;/a&gt; and fixation. Shoes are an integral part of life and also goes with good and bad hair days. I feel that the top and bottom of my appearence is the most important part of me. Put it this way, when a guy looks at you he goes from top to bottom in a split second. If you are lucky he may take a second glance? Ugly shoes and ugly hair is just not on! &lt;br /&gt;
My passion yesterday was seeing the gorgeous Brogues and Boots that are this years new winter style. Big decision to be made. Do I buy a low flat pair of Brogues or do I buy the ones with a heal? They both look good in jeans and the heeled pair could look good a dress shoes as well! I left the shop and carried on looking while I tried to make my decision. &lt;br /&gt;
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Next shop was Debenhams and of course I made a beeline to the shop department. I was in awe of the wonderful boots that there were. One pair took my eye and I looked at the bottom to see the price. £199.00!! But, it was made of soft leather with a low heal and the smell of real leather consumed me. How could anyone refuse such an item? The boot stayed in my hand for ages and then I finally gave in a tried it on. Imediately an assistant was in front of me asking if I would like to try the other one on. Sheepishly I tried on the other one and headed straight to the mirror. Oh my, they looked absolutely gorgeous. Of course the assistant was complimenting on how good they looked and how good they looked on me. I resigned myself to the fact that I was heading to the till and digging in my bad for my purse. I made way to the exit with my huge bag containing these wonderful boots and was now going mentally through my wardrobe as to what outfits I had that would compliment them.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I stood on the high street I thought of the Brogues. Well I just spent almost £200.00 so what the heck another £80.00 is nothing. Black was the colour I decided on. By now time was ticking and so I tried one on. Done, I asked for the other one and didn't bother trying it on as my left foot is smaller than the right so I knew it would fit. What I can't believe is what I did next. I asked the assistant for the other heeled pair in Brown and off she went and came back with the box. Again I tried on the right foot. It looked nice especially with the skinny jeans I had on. I put the shoe back in the box and walked to the till with both boxes. While in the queue I pondered on my guilt at being so &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/money_spells.html"&gt;extravagant&lt;/a&gt; but the guilt wasn't enough to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the tube with three enormous bags of footwear I was thinking of a cunning plan to bypass my family once at home, run upstairs and put the shoes in the wardrobe. I could hear my husband saying, 'three hundred and fifty nine pairs now?' Actually it will be three hundred and seventy one but he doesn't have to know the exact details!&lt;br /&gt;
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In the kitchen I felt snuggly happy and re-charged ready to go downstairs and do some &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt;. What an exhilarating day it was!&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a break, have a manatee</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2862210880522846586/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-morning-with-good-vibe.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/2862210880522846586" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/2862210880522846586" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-morning-with-good-vibe.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Morning With A Good Vibe" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-6622638177103867815</id><published>2010-09-18T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T18:50:28.129+01:00</updated><title type="text">Dreams...</title><content type="html">I have had a lot of questions regarding dreams and their meanings. When we dream is it really our subconscious working overtime and trying to sort out events in an upside down way or is there some truth in our dreams and we could be seeing a glimpse of the future or a helping hand? Or, do we just dream and not even know about it?&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many theories about dreams that we could go on for years and years. When we do mind meditation just before we sleep we visualise something that we want to happen or achieve. As we lose consciousness our mind is still working on our thoughts. One theory is that we can actually obtain what we have been meditating about through our dreams as the mind is the most powerful tool in the universe. The other theory is that dreams are a mash of events, worries and emotions that we are trying to thrash out. We can dream vividly about situations which can leave us the next day thinking constantly about whether the dream was a sign of things to happen or just leave us feeling weird. &lt;br /&gt;
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As someone who works within the &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk"&gt;spiritual world&lt;/a&gt; on a daily basis I like to assume that dreams can be a second sight, a theraputic influence and visions that we should cherish. We have seen people move physical items with their minds, we know that the mind is unbeliveably powerful even through horrendous tactics of the likes of Hitler and others. So if we prepare our minds before we sleep we could somehow get answers to our situations. This is where I think dreams are useful. As for whether there is scientific proof we are yet to see the evidence. &lt;br /&gt;
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One word of truth, if we don't dream we don't thrash out life's ups and downs but even if you don't think you dream you surely do...</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/6622638177103867815/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreams.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/6622638177103867815" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/6622638177103867815" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreams.html" rel="alternate" title="Dreams..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-2775686850369570798</id><published>2010-09-15T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:03:41.264+01:00</updated><title type="text">Computers Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!</title><content type="html">I have four computers in my house and each one has something wrong with it. This always happens when I have a backlog of documents to send to my clients with their &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk"&gt;spell casting&lt;/a&gt; details and I am totally stuck. Obviously when this happens the computer expert can find nothing wrong and the service provider assures me that the download rate is excellent. Check the router is always the excuse, but after having checked the router there is still nothing wrong. Whos telling the truth here??? Well I know so now it's time to kick up a stink. &lt;br /&gt;
Sorry guy's no diary today as it's already taken me 5 attempts to load this page:(</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2775686850369570798/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/computers-grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/2775686850369570798" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/2775686850369570798" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/computers-grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html" rel="alternate" title="Computers Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-3919213389000508915</id><published>2010-09-12T17:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:37:07.790+01:00</updated><title type="text">Where did the day go?</title><content type="html">Ah Sundays. I love Sundays because the day really does represent a feeling that it should be a day of rest. Even if you are working you feel that Sunday is different and not just any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to the local pub with Cassandra for Sunday lunch. Sometimes we like to have a girly outing without the stressed of work. The Sunday roast is traditional and wonderful. I don't know why&amp;nbsp; pub roasts are so good, maybe it's because you have already had a drink and have wetted the appetite but my, they are good!&lt;br /&gt;
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We left just over an hour and a half ago slightly tipsy to say the least, which might explain this rambling post. I am definitely not fit to do any work today and will just relax mostly in front of the tv. Oven ready food for the rest of the family this evening which requires no effort at all and considering my cooking they will not object:)&lt;br /&gt;
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I did have some funny &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/psychic_chat.html"&gt;visions&lt;/a&gt; in the pub and a niggly feeling in my legs where I can't get comfortable. This usually means someone wants to contact me from the other side about something. I have learnt from years of experience to let them wait and to respect my time as it does get annoying. At the beginning I would stop everything that I was doing to get the message but now I have realised that the spirits have to be dealt with like children and wait their turn. I certainly am not in a fit state now to do anything and I am sure they can't get through as an almighty hangover is about to kick in. Better it kicks in now so I will be fresh tomorrow morning...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;!--ea4208c541a241978367377d5713201c--&gt;</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3919213389000508915/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-did-day-go.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/3919213389000508915" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/3919213389000508915" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-did-day-go.html" rel="alternate" title="Where did the day go?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-7172725390703429794</id><published>2010-09-10T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:21:32.677+01:00</updated><title type="text">This Makes Me So Sad:(</title><content type="html">Tomorrow is the anniversary of September 11th which is a day of sadness for thousands of people. It literally enrages me to see how other people try and make a hay day out of it by doing absolutely absurd things. This pastor who wants to burn the koran for instance. What on earth is he doing and what does he want to achieve? Obviously he wants to make a war, open up already restless feelings and hurt many people which I am sure his job description does not allow for. We put our trust in people like this only to find that they have their own hidden agenda.&lt;br /&gt;
Religion is so personal to us that no one has the right to interferre in what we should believe in. The majoirity killings and war in the world are due to religious arguments and what for. There is no one supreme religion and I truly believe it is what we think in our hearts that count. &lt;br /&gt;
How would we react if someone from Islam decided to publically burn the bible. Of course the whole world would be in up roar and the security of the country would be on high alert!&lt;br /&gt;
Oh when oh when will we see a world free of judgements, a world of kindness to one another and a world of peace??</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7172725390703429794/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-makes-me-so-sad.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/7172725390703429794" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/7172725390703429794" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-makes-me-so-sad.html" rel="alternate" title="This Makes Me So Sad:(" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-3018528696448580063</id><published>2010-09-09T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:09:43.795+01:00</updated><title type="text">In Need Of Rest!</title><content type="html">I tried desperately to write on Tuesday and Wednesday but seriously had not a minute to spare. My diary of casting is so full this week I had to lock myself downstairs literally, turn my phones off and stay there. I do have a supply of food in the mini kitchen that I use when I daren't go upstairs in fear of being asked to do something. I must say I do like the fact that my husband doesn't find everything ready always and that he has to look after the children's needs. It's a nice way instead of a nagging way to let him know he has to do something from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was locked away I managed to do &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/"&gt;10 castings&lt;/a&gt;, 10 meditations and 2 psychic readings. It's very difficult to keep focused so I take 15 minute cat naps which you wouldn't believe how much better one feels after the 5 minute groggy feeling just after waking up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Today I am going to make up for lost time. I will wait for the children to get home from school and give them a small bite to eat. The older one will do his homework and then I will take them out. The weather seems just about ok to go to the park so that is what I will do. Afterwards we will go to Tescos where they will choose their dinner. This makes going supermarket shopping bearable and also reduces the "I want, I want".&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I shall&amp;nbsp; hastily go around the house with the hoover before my time is up. I told you that being a white witch is not an exciting day to day life. I bet my clients who got me to do this are regretting it already. I am even asking them what they think about a certain article so they have to read this blog, hahaha:))))</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/3018528696448580063/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-need-of-rest.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/3018528696448580063" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/3018528696448580063" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-need-of-rest.html" rel="alternate" title="In Need Of Rest!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-5963663621562208996</id><published>2010-09-06T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:47:16.893+01:00</updated><title type="text">My Cooking Stinks...</title><content type="html">I &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/"&gt;cast spells&lt;/a&gt; everyday with different ingredients. I experiement all the time and get wonderful results. Yesterday I did three spells and I've already had marvellous feedback that my clients are already feeling some sort of change.&lt;br /&gt;
Today I went to the supermarket, I bought some lovely cooking steak so that I could make a good stew for lunch. I braised the meat, fried the onions and garlic and added the vegetables. I put the food in the slow cooker and left it there for a couple of hours. The smell was absolutely gorgeous and everyone was getting hungry. I made some rice and served out the stew. This was going to be my masterpiece today. As soon as my youngest put the food in his mouth he spat it out. This isn't really unusual as he doesn't seem to like anything. Then my husband said,&lt;br /&gt;
"What did you put in this?" in the nicest way but I could hear from the tone of his voice that something was wrong. I then had a fork and I could have spat it out there and then. It tasted of practically nothing except&amp;nbsp; a burnt flavour which I don't understand as there were no signs of burning when I cooked it. The meat was so tough it was impossible to chew. My older soon was being polite and was chewing so much it looked as if he was going to break his jaw! A few more minutes of saying nothing and trying to eat it I gave up. No one wanted to say anything else not to upset me so I quietly got up. I put four packets of two minute noodles in a pan. As soon as they were ready I quickly served them and handed them out to my distressed hungry family. A massive look of relief was had by all!! I know my husband had whispered to them something on the lines of&lt;br /&gt;
"don't worry, mum's fixing it". &lt;br /&gt;
I waited till everyone has dispersed and promptly threw the stew in the bin. I'm not cooking tonight, my husband wants to give me a rest...</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5963663621562208996/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-cooking-stinks.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/5963663621562208996" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/5963663621562208996" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-cooking-stinks.html" rel="alternate" title="My Cooking Stinks..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-5874067392825052291</id><published>2010-09-05T11:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:26:04.621+01:00</updated><title type="text">I have an itch...</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;An itchy right cheek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Someone is talking about you nicely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy left cheek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Someone is talking badly of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy right eye or eyebrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will meet up with an old friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy left eye or eyebrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will suffer great disappointment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itch in the Inside of the nose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will meet trouble and sadness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy outside of the nose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will be annoyed, hexed, kissed or meet with a clown or fool soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Itchy lips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Someone is saying uncharitable things about you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Itchy back of the neck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;There will be an illness in your family or someone close.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy right shoulder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will discover a legacy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy left shoulder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will discover sadness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy right elbow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will get great and exciting news.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy left elbow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will get meet gain and lose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy right palm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will gain some money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy left palm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will loose money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy spine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will suffer a disappointment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Itchy loins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will make up after an argument.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy stomach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Someone will offer you a meal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Itchy thighs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will find and move to somewhere else to live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy right knee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will have a happy journey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy left knee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Your journey will be mared with bad luck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Itchy shins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will find yourself in an unpleasant situation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Itchy ankles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will be married or gain your &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/money_spells.html"&gt;wealth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy sole of the right foot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will have a profitable journey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;An itchy sole of the left foot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You will encounter losses on your journey.&lt;/i&gt;</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/5874067392825052291/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-itch.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/5874067392825052291" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/5874067392825052291" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-itch.html" rel="alternate" title="I have an itch..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-2953862005032574108</id><published>2010-09-05T09:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:30:02.298+01:00</updated><title type="text">Sunday Morning Good Or Bad?</title><content type="html">I woke up at 5.00am this morning as I couldn't sleep. I always get a bit frustrated when this happens on my one day that I can afford to sleep in. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday last thing, I received an email that made me so sad. I hate it when someone writes to me who is clearly in distress. I want to help immediately but contary to all the ads on the internet there is no such thing as an immediate spell. Yes there are fast acting spells but they do take a week at least to manifest before churning out the &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/"&gt;magical power &lt;/a&gt;required in order to achieve ones goal. Anyway this lady has been on my mind and probably was also in my sleep. I saw a remedy in my head but just couldn't work out how to put it in action. I started working on her situation at 5.45am and have just finished now and it's 10.15am. I always have 100% faith in my spells but I need this one to work quickly. I guess we will have to wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;
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Now it's time to answer countless emails, I think around 36. Hopefully I will be finished around 2.00pm to be able to go to the park with my family. My youngest boy has just learnt to ride a bike and wants to go out all the time. It's such a joy to see them grow up and slowly start their path to independence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to work:)</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/2953862005032574108/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-morning-good-or-bad.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/2953862005032574108" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/2953862005032574108" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-morning-good-or-bad.html" rel="alternate" title="Sunday Morning Good Or Bad?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-8502568421472303333</id><published>2010-09-04T13:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:31:56.093+01:00</updated><title type="text">It's Lunchtime Already!</title><content type="html">It's lunchtime already and I have made absolutely no progress today. I was expecting to be able to do four hours work as I have been up since 6.00am, cook for the kids and do a load of washing.&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't connect properly with the spirits for my first &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/"&gt;spell&lt;/a&gt; of the day. I picked up practically no energy from the person in question so I have had to postpone the spell for later on in the day. This already put me behind. I did however manage to do a psychic readng which did go well and now I can go ahead and cast the spell accordingly. At least it's a nice spell to bring happiness back into a family:)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.mylot.com/Melinda49/17427"&gt;myLot User Profile&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/8502568421472303333/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-lunchtime-already.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/8502568421472303333" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/8502568421472303333" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-lunchtime-already.html" rel="alternate" title="It's Lunchtime Already!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-9071199492018195454</id><published>2010-09-03T07:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:32:56.655+01:00</updated><title type="text">Manic Day</title><content type="html">I woke up at 6.00am hoping to do some work before I see to the family. Unfortunately my son has been hurt so I need to take him to the doctor. When something like this happens it throws me straight off track.&lt;br /&gt;
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Managed to finish my &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/"&gt;spell&lt;/a&gt; last night. It went extremely well. The client in question obviously has the most amazing vibrations and energy and was totally concentrating in sync with me. I love it when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;
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My email box is overflowing. I have managed to answer 10 emails but I have another 40 to go. The problem with my work is it has to be done solely my me. I need another pair of hands!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have another hour free to work, lets hope it can be productive. No casting this morning.</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/9071199492018195454/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/manic-day.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/9071199492018195454" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/9071199492018195454" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/manic-day.html" rel="alternate" title="Manic Day" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-1205334382644565226</id><published>2010-09-02T19:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:34:20.400+01:00</updated><title type="text">Let's Start!</title><content type="html">It's now 7.00pm and I have finished the children's dinner and have prepared mine. I won't eat till around 10.00pm as I have work to do. I have a backlog of clients which I am trying to catch up on after having a two week holiday abroad.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am going downstairs to my own spiritual domain which is a basement flat where I have an office, 2 mediation rooms, two casting rooms and a living room for my beloved colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;
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I will now meditate for an hour and concentrate on one client and hopefully finish their request. Tonights works is to &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/love_spells.html"&gt;rekindle love&lt;/a&gt;:)</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/1205334382644565226/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-start.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/1205334382644565226" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/1205334382644565226" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-start.html" rel="alternate" title="Let's Start!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169148449498476416.post-7132297243319570019</id><published>2010-09-02T18:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:35:12.047+01:00</updated><title type="text">Welcome</title><content type="html">It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to my diary.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been pondering for a long time whether to write this diary and have had hundreds of requests to do it and have finally given in.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will be writing for a year in the hope of giving some insight to my life and to show that even &lt;a href="http://www.moonwhisper.co.uk/"&gt;witches&lt;/a&gt; have a normal life outside of work!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here goes...</content><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/feeds/7132297243319570019/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/7132297243319570019" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169148449498476416/posts/default/7132297243319570019" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://melindas-journal.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome.html" rel="alternate" title="Welcome" type="text/html"/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08371153599062196279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis420PY8zCSdmWF5Q6dD4cXSQS3hndZ9Hd4KFDac1N7BYgpCx_o6FgwwCYgoyhn1PKQivVLfI1Ura9oTgmb8F3lWCpA6Gq9BgAdkOxvszXEUOaZ5oB6zJmky_imqug5_c/s220/tn_melinda.jpg" width="21"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>