<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675</id><updated>2014-10-04T22:15:14.749-07:00</updated><category term="Music"/><category term="Divinity"/><category term="feelings"/><category term="santa fe"/><category term="God"/><category term="Spirit"/><category term="natural world"/><category term="Earth"/><category term="Love"/><category term="art"/><category term="feminine wisdom"/><category term="hawaii"/><category term="instinct"/><category term="nature"/><category term="philosophy"/><category term="prayer"/><category term="studio"/><category term="video"/><category term="vision"/><category term="vlog"/><category term="DNA"/><category term="Divine Child"/><category term="Divine Feminine"/><category term="Kleenex"/><category term="Mother Earth"/><category term="Spiritual"/><category term="TV"/><category term="advertising"/><category term="album"/><category term="artist"/><category term="artists"/><category term="balance"/><category term="beauty"/><category term="benevolence"/><category term="birds"/><category term="blessing"/><category term="blog vacation"/><category term="body"/><category term="change"/><category term="channeling"/><category term="childrens story"/><category term="concert"/><category term="discernment"/><category term="entrainment"/><category term="evolution"/><category term="fear"/><category term="gnosis"/><category term="grace"/><category term="grounded"/><category term="healing"/><category term="health"/><category term="heart"/><category term="hypnosis"/><category term="improvisation"/><category term="indigenous"/><category term="inspiration"/><category term="kundalini"/><category term="magic"/><category term="message"/><category term="mind"/><category term="money"/><category term="mystic"/><category term="mystical poetry"/><category term="new blog"/><category term="new year"/><category term="park"/><category term="passion"/><category term="peace"/><category term="performance"/><category term="present moment"/><category term="radio"/><category term="recording"/><category term="singing"/><category term="slogans"/><category term="spiritual activism"/><category term="stage"/><category term="teaching"/><category term="transcendence"/><category term="transformation"/><category term="travel"/><category term="trees"/><category term="trust"/><category term="video games"/><category term="virtual reality"/><category term="visions"/><category term="waikiki"/><category term="wholeness"/><category term="you"/><title type='text'>Grokking God</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot;Knowing what you feel leads to feeling what you KNOW&quot; - Divine Feminine Wisdom.&#xa;&#xa;The evolution of my conscious work with feelings (Feelings Aloud) leads me to share what comes from the purification of the emotional body - a doorway to direct knowing, or the &quot;grokking&quot; of God - also known as &quot;gnosis&quot;. There is no way to teach this; except to inspire one to dive in for themselves. Blogging becomes an exploration in the translation of &quot;feeling visions&quot; in the form of music, poetry and essay.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-731845269435563236</id><published>2009-10-25T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:01:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuSSCG79a3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/rZUpw_tDudc/s1600-h/earth_angel.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;249&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuSSCG79a3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/rZUpw_tDudc/s320/earth_angel.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.josephinewall.com/josephine.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Josephine Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; for your beautiful work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to any wandering souls here in Blog Land. If you have an interest in what I am writing/sharing these days, you can find me over at &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://wakinguponearth.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Waking up on Earth&lt;/a&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy wandering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Meyer (Em)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/731845269435563236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=731845269435563236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/731845269435563236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/731845269435563236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SuSSCG79a3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/rZUpw_tDudc/s72-c/earth_angel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-5896131278898539748</id><published>2007-05-08T18:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:36.358-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divine feminine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="santa fe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spiritual"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teaching"/><title type='text'>Exploring Now</title><content type='html'>Hello dear friends. I know I have been slowing down here over the past few months, but it&#39;s because life has been taking me in new directions. I&#39;ll be spending a lot more time in Northern New Mexico starting this summer - doing some teaching, recording, and spiritual (inspirational) work. I will blog again... from some future time... some future where... some future view.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://loveinformed.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 100px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RkAL-08UEaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bs5v_yPsmac/s200/smilevlcrop.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062059155155849634&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best to you,&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/5896131278898539748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=5896131278898539748&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/5896131278898539748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/5896131278898539748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-website.html' title='Exploring Now'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RkAL-08UEaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bs5v_yPsmac/s72-c/smilevlcrop.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-6384149044619352866</id><published>2007-04-28T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:56:15.313-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beauty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birds"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Earth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hawaii"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="instinct"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="park"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trees"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vlog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wholeness"/><title type='text'>Headed for Wholeness</title><content type='html'>Over the past three days I have been feeling an intensity of energy building in and around me. It&#39;s almost overwhelming at times. Being empathic, I&#39;ve noticed that my body is very much attuned to the collective human feelings as well as to Mother Earth. I&#39;m not one for making predictions but I do feel like something is up. It is more important now than ever to tune into the natural world and recall our instincts. It is instinct that will allow us to move &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; Mother Earth now in her necessary shift towards wholeness. Make no mistake about it, humans are headed for wholeness too - whether we&#39;re going consciously or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that humanity is seeing and appreciating the Earth more these days, but it isn&#39;t just about recycling our cans and bottles. It&#39;s about reconnecting and feeling the larger pulse of Creation within our own heart - whether we&#39;re a soldier on the battlefield, a scientist in the laboratory, a teacher, a student, a politician, a terrorist, or a weatherman - soon we&#39;ll all be coming home to roost in a larger truth; a larger life; a peaceful heart - just like the trees, the flowers and the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to chuckle during the democratic debate on TV this afternoon. Senator Biden was trying to put down Congressman Kucinich by referring to his global and universal message as &quot;happy talk&quot;. I don&#39;t remember exactly what he said, but Biden wanted to remind us that the world is an ugly, scary place. You know, like the current administration does for us every day? Senator Biden, it&#39;s your choice, but you may have just bought your ticket - front row and center - to the ugly, scary world you insist on perpetuating. It&#39;s not too late to change your mind! I&#39;ve got an empathic hunch that there are millions of us now who are climbing on board the &quot;happy train&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my camera this afternoon and went to the park for a reminder of nature&#39;s beauty and balance. Now I have this video when I need to feel the pulse of nature and can&#39;t get out right away. I thought you might enjoy an under 3-minute trip to the &quot;happy&quot; park too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&#39;http://admin.brightcove.com/destination/player/player.swf&#39; bgcolor=&#39;#FFFFFF&#39; flashVars=&#39;allowFullScreen=true&amp;initVideoId=823488347&amp;servicesURL=http://www.brightcove.com&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://www.brightcove.com&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;autoStart=false&#39; base=&#39;http://admin.brightcove.com&#39; name=&#39;bcPlayer&#39; width=&#39;395&#39; height=&#39;334&#39; allowFullScreen=&#39;true&#39; allowScriptAccess=&#39;always&#39; seamlesstabbing=&#39;false&#39; type=&#39;application/x-shockwave-flash&#39; swLiveConnect=&#39;true&#39; pluginspage=&#39;http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash&#39;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6384149044619352866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=6384149044619352866&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/6384149044619352866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/6384149044619352866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/headed-for-wholeness.html' title='Headed for Wholeness'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-4734043085498916636</id><published>2007-04-20T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:03:10.059-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hawaii"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="waikiki"/><title type='text'>Aloha Stroll</title><content type='html'>Did I ever post this video to my blog? I did a search but couldn&#39;t find it. I created this back in January of this year. I had decided to take my camera out to search for the man behind the death-threat e-mail that I had just received that morning. He said in the e-mail that he would be watching my every move and would not hesitate to carry out his orders to kill me at a moments notice. I never saw him, and well, I&#39;m still here. I took the footage and transformed the whole event into something a bit more positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it might be this guy so I asked him (thumbnail below). He just laughed and waved. I don&#39;t think it was him. I&#39;m guessing assassins probably don&#39;t wear signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://admin.brightcove.com/destination/player/player.swf&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; flashvars=&quot;allowFullScreen=true&amp;initVideoId=769334904&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://www.brightcove.com&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://www.brightcove.com&amp;amp;amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;autoStart=false&quot; base=&quot;http://admin.brightcove.com&quot; name=&quot;bcPlayer&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; seamlesstabbing=&quot;false&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; swliveconnect=&quot;true&quot; pluginspage=&quot;http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash&quot; height=&quot;334&quot; width=&quot;395&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4734043085498916636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=4734043085498916636&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/4734043085498916636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/4734043085498916636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/aloha-stroll.html' title='Aloha Stroll'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-492964556298916078</id><published>2007-04-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:36.654-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="balance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mind"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="passion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spirit"/><title type='text'>Healing the Body-Mind Chasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RiPQt1F8oYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AP5RzYmfTyQ/s1600-h/D3446.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RiPQt1F8oYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AP5RzYmfTyQ/s320/D3446.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054112692604543362&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I would pass on a vision response that came from a healing session yesterday. There are times when the healing messages are directed to the collective of humanity versus the individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of those cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A response translated from the &quot;feeling language of the natural world&quot; for someone who was injured and feeling a great deal of pain in her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;It is simple. Whenever you feel pain from an illness or injury, it is your body&#39;s way of showing you the distance between what you have actually created - in terms of the current state of your physical body - and what you &quot;think&quot; your body should be capable of. If you feel like it, have a dialogue with the area of your body that is speaking the loudest (pain or discomfort) and state that you are conscious of this chasm between your actual physical state and your abstract mental version of your body and life. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be watchful of any resistance you may have to avoid a direct communication with your dis-ease. In some cases, you may be unconsciously welcoming repeated patterns of &quot;down time&quot; because in the past you discovered that these limitations actually served you in some way. For instance, you may mentally convince yourself that you have so many important and busy tasks to perform because that is what is expected of you everyday; and the only way to finally get a reprieve or rest - which is actually your need to create distance between you and this growing awareness that your life is out of balance - is to produce the physical evidence that you cannot move. And because this evidence has physically manifested, it will be apparent to others around you and your rest will more than likely be supported. Understand though, that if you continue on this path of avoidance, your body will give in to your wishes to have this &quot;down time&quot; and provide more of that for you in the future than you might wish. There are healthier ways to rest, restore and return to a vibrant, healthy life, and it needn&#39;t be a long and drawn out process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body wants to live in integrity with the force and vitality of All of Creation, or the Natural World; after all it&#39;s made of the stuff! As much as you would like it to, your body cannot maintain optimum health and integrity within the narrow confines of the abstract or  conditioned human world. It is programmed for balance and wholeness - in partnership with you and All of Creation!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Ask out loud to be more connected to your body; state your intent to be healthy, strong, and consciously partnered with your body and its needs to be in alignment with All of Creation. Depending on your level of passion to be healthy, present, and in integrity with All of Creation, the wisdom of your body will respond with the necessary guidance. Give yourself the presence of heart to actually receive the messages and act upon them. Remember, you are not learning a whole new language here; you know this language, but you may have to practice it over time to re-call the present-moment, feeling language of your heart/body. At the very least, your body does provide you with &quot;yes&quot; and &quot;no&quot; energy - &quot;yes&quot; being the energy that opens and expands in response to a question or statement; &quot;no&quot; being the energy of closing down or shutting off. See if you can begin using this tool in your daily life - especially when you are honestly seeking the truth of what is best for you when presented with choices in your life that seem to come with the cloudiness of pain and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Say you live in California and you are uncertain about whether to take a &quot;great&quot; job on the East Coast. Logically, &quot;on paper&quot; as they say, it all looks good, but you find yourself hesitating and creating a cloud of uncertainty. Here&#39;s what you can do to break the spell. Breathe deeply. Quiet yourself. Feel your toes, your hands, your fingers, your knees, your gut, and any other body part that you suddenly become aware of. Now state out loud, &quot;I am taking the job on the East Coast.&quot; Watch your body&#39;s response - without judgment! Just observe. When those feelings fade, state out loud, &quot;I am staying here in California.&quot; Observe the feelings again. Did the feelings expand (yes) or contract (no)? You will refine this exercise and expand your abilities to discern through practice. The point is, begin to work &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; your body now - never against it - and your body will celebrate this conscious partnership by living fully with you in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;In any moment of physical or emotional pain (present moment focus) there is an opportunity to not only restore to balance and health, but to continue to close the gap between the body and the mind (actual versus abstract) forever. On the other hand, if you choose to ignore the body&#39;s messages, the distance will become greater - in many ways like a marriage that will not survive if one of the partners is expected to continue to &quot;perform&quot; mechanized duties for the other when there is little to no actual effort in the direction of knowing your partner as an equal, conscious member of the team in your Earth life. If you take physical action or move in the direction of conscious balanced partnership, you are demonstrating to your body this powerful intention for optimum functioning in actual (not abstract) terms. Your body understands action. Action can only take place in the present moment. Whether you imagine your body to have greater capacities than it is currently able to provide, or whether you imagine your body to be fragile and incapable, the intentional return to an actual, healthy body/mind partnership is the same. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you get the ball rolling, All of Creation will provide the people and circumstances to assist you and support you with your new intention to be body-mind-spirit healthy on Earth. Creation will always respond by matching the power of your commitment and your level of passion to live a harmonious, balanced life. ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/492964556298916078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=492964556298916078&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/492964556298916078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/492964556298916078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/04/healing-body-mind-chasm.html' title='Healing the Body-Mind Chasm'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RiPQt1F8oYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/AP5RzYmfTyQ/s72-c/D3446.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-7064974951158847857</id><published>2007-03-26T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:36.831-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog vacation"/><title type='text'>Blog Vacation</title><content type='html'>Dear Cyberspace Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I must devote more time to my book and ongoing spiritual/musical work. There is much to be present with. It&#39;s all good :-)&lt;br /&gt;Warm wishes to you all,&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RgggWD8V4aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WrWecoPVKfs/s1600-h/confucius_www-txt2pic-com.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RgggWD8V4aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WrWecoPVKfs/s320/confucius_www-txt2pic-com.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046318945856250274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/7064974951158847857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=7064974951158847857&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/7064974951158847857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/7064974951158847857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-vacation.html' title='Blog Vacation'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RgggWD8V4aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WrWecoPVKfs/s72-c/confucius_www-txt2pic-com.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-8036068228699012390</id><published>2007-03-23T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:36.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving My Conundrums</title><content type='html'>Ever since my return to the islands I have been working on my book. I have to say that present-moment consciousness doesn&#39;t always lend itself to word translation, so I find myself slipping into frustration and doubt about whether it is even possible to tell my story in book form. The conundrum is that I find myself talking up, down, and all around the &quot;knowing state&quot; that I am trying to describe. That is because the &quot;knowing state&quot; is completely indescribable. It seems that one &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; experience it directly first before one can recognize or resonate with a word explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I applied the tools in which I&#39;ve been given to break through my stuck feelings (&lt;a href=&quot;http://whatiknowbyheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/feel-this.html&quot;&gt;feelings aloud approach&lt;/a&gt;) and had a most profound new understanding. This new understanding came in an ecstatic connection (communion) with Universal Wisdom (otherwise known as &#39;God&#39;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel stuck, sooner or later I realize that I&#39;m trying to solve something with my mind, with the more limited approach that I have known from the past. In my ongoing practice and discipline of speaking my feelings out loud in present moment consciousness, I have been able to demonstrate healing and epiphanies just by asking to be shown the truth of the situation right now. In other words, to be shown a greater way to view the existing circumstances that I have interpreted as unyielding or stuck. I literally talk myself into Love, where all is in balance and wholeness. It is here that I am informed by LOVE. Love rarely uses words. In this place of Love I am completely enveloped in a powerful magnetic field, and in the session this morning I was shown in feeling and vision that the translated words used to describe the message from these states are primarily a &quot;food for the mind&quot; - to help ease the mind&#39;s incessant search for an &quot;answer&quot;, or at least to reach a resting place before the next big conundrum hits. I had an understanding here that there will always be conundrums as we bridge from the fragmented state to wholeness, and that learning to approach a conundrum with as much respect as a breakthrough or resolution is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized from this experience that I have been judging myself for not successfully explaining this Big Love in words. I was only seeing it one way - the way that most of us are conditioned to see it in the world - from a fragmented state. The more expanded view  is that I am being encouraged to develop my work in the world by utilizing the language of Love - which for me is feeling/visioning/knowing. Now the mind will immediately disregard this new language, as there is little to no framing for it in the world - except through the arts when it is utilized as a medium of healing and transformation. My job is to acknowledge the mind&#39;s concerns and ask for a suspension of judgment while I &quot;allow&quot; a new form of sharing, or model, to unfold in my life. I was shown that I have already been doing it with my music and with my avant-garde  approach to feeling/healing sessions with myself and others. And then I was shown another way as well, which I will practice and report on in the future perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am encouraged and inspired now to demonstrate the &quot;knowing state&quot; in present moment forms, rather than demanding that it only be reduced to &quot;comfort food&quot; for the mind. I will still continue on with my book, but will be more understanding of myself now when the conundrums with language arise. My work in this world is to be a translator, as well as to offer &quot;comfort food&quot; for the heart - for the purpose of inspiring, healing and encouraging others along their path to reclaim their natural, knowing state; to own the God Frequency with feet firmly on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.whatiknowbyheart.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;My other blog&lt;/a&gt; has more of the background about the blessings (and conundrums) that have occurred as a result of this frequency coming to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;me,&lt;/span&gt; and it really did feel like I was being &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; to transform, over and over again throughout my life. I can see now that my &lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RgRHdjrFjAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FE_taXC0yeg/s1600-h/mouse.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 220px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RgRHdjrFjAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FE_taXC0yeg/s320/mouse.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045236055679536130&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lifelong &quot;job&quot; has been to turn towards it, embrace it, and own it; to be in the world but not of it. One of my epiphanies was that all of this wisdom came to me without the luxury of word explanations. So why am I trying to squeeze it all into words? Believe me, I&#39;ve been chewing on this for quite some time! My inspiration now is to pass these gifts of insight and knowing on to those who find themselves in stuck places and conundrums too, and to help them break through to the feeling memory of freedom; the feeling memory of Love; the feeling memory of who we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn&#39;t you know it, as I wrote those last words I realized that I could share one of my song sketches from last year - written to honor &quot;The One You Really Are&quot;. I was sad that it didn&#39;t make the cut for this recent album as I could only record 10 songs. Plus this one had more of a jazzy feel - not really the theme for this latest body of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_gray.swf&quot; quality=&quot;high&quot; width=&quot;322&quot; height=&quot;54&quot; name=&quot;odeo_player_gray&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot;  type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; flashvars=&quot;type=audio&amp;id=10096963&quot; pluginspage=&quot;http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer&quot; /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; padding-left: 110px; color: #f39; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; href=&quot;http://odeo.com/audio/10096963/view&quot;&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always be patient with yourself as you learn to welcome the one you really are... and love all of your conundrums too!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/8036068228699012390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=8036068228699012390&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/8036068228699012390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/8036068228699012390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/loving-my-conundrums.html' title='Loving My Conundrums'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RgRHdjrFjAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FE_taXC0yeg/s72-c/mouse.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-3037842460937299761</id><published>2007-03-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:37.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RfrxxOw-OKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ElMFs_vshJ4/s1600-h/humpback-whales-singing.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RfrxxOw-OKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ElMFs_vshJ4/s320/humpback-whales-singing.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042608560874076322&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to water world. Ahhhhh.  I will happily report on the highlights of my recent trip to the Southwest to record my 3rd album (and much more!), but first I wanted to share a little story about my developing connection with whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my 5-week stay in Santa Fe, New Mexico my life revolved around singing and recording, although I did get out for a few walks in the beautiful high desert from time to time. On one occasion I was blessed with a &quot;cloud message&quot;. Have you ever seen a cloud shaped into something with such detail that it becomes dreamlike? Your logical mind simply cannot process the reality of it so everything takes on a Dreamtime feel. I looked up to see a massive humpback whale breaching in the sky. The detail was so fine that it looked like a painting - down to even the tiniest of details around the whale&#39;s eye, staring directly into my soul. I almost fell to my knees with the beauty and grace of this gift.  I can&#39;t remember much around the &quot;download&quot; that came from the eye of that whale, as I was in Dreamtime, but I do remember hearing/seeing/feeling this, &quot;The Whale People see you now&quot;. I found this to be very comforting, even though I don&#39;t logically know what it means. I have to say that throughout my life whales and dolphins have been regular visitors in my nighttime dreams, but never in broad daylight in the middle of the desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring it up now because this morning I had a vision of humanity waking up to the knowing that we&#39;ve been swimming in Love all along. We don&#39;t have to go anywhere to find that peace, joy, healing, and tranquility. We&#39;re swimming in it. I was shown a pool of humans - some were frozen in fear and would not give themselves permission to play; some were busy analyzing every molecule of water and therefore never thought to actually just let go and feel it all; and some were freely splashing, laughing and thoroughly enjoying the water. None of these scenarios are right or wrong. It is a choice. But some don&#39;t know that playing in the water is an option until more and more of us choose it and demonstrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song I wrote for the album also fits nicely with this post. The words started to come while I was still in Hawaii, prior to my trip. The melody and the rest of the words came while sitting at the piano in the studio a few weeks ago. This clip consists of raw tracks with just a lead &quot;scratch&quot; vocal. It isn&#39;t in its final form, just a little preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_gray.swf&quot; quality=&quot;high&quot; width=&quot;322&quot; height=&quot;54&quot; name=&quot;odeo_player_gray&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot;  type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; flashvars=&quot;type=audio&amp;id=10033733&quot; pluginspage=&quot;http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer&quot; /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; padding-left: 110px; color: #f39; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; href=&quot;http://odeo.com/audio/10033733/view&quot;&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this morning I volunteered for the &lt;a href=&quot;http://hawaiihumpbackwhale.noaa.gov/whalewatching/whalewatching.html&quot;&gt;Annual Ocean Count&lt;/a&gt; for March 31st here on Oahu. How could I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to all of my blogger friends for your continued love and support. It&#39;s good to be home.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3037842460937299761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=3037842460937299761&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3037842460937299761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3037842460937299761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/dive-in.html' title='Dive In'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RfrxxOw-OKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ElMFs_vshJ4/s72-c/humpback-whales-singing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-4744167163448506496</id><published>2007-03-01T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:37.474-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="album"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blessing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="money"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="santa fe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spirit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trust"/><title type='text'>Magical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RechVyjqZFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzXXWHnrB9U/s1600-h/Eileenpiano.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RechVyjqZFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzXXWHnrB9U/s200/Eileenpiano.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037031366469510226&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it&#39;s been a long time so I thought I&#39;d give you a short update on the album. I am so blessed in so many ways. Everything is going superbly - even though we are in a Mercury Retrograde season. &lt;a href=&quot;http://larrymitchell.com/&quot;&gt;Producer Larry&lt;/a&gt; has been gracing my songs with stunning guitar, bass, drums, and lots more! And Chase Morrison played cello on a few of my tracks. Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.arcomusic.com/about.html&quot;&gt;Chase Morrison&lt;/a&gt; has played on Broadway, in Carnegie&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RechBijqZEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cHC2TBPRE9g/s1600-h/Cello+1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RechBijqZEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cHC2TBPRE9g/s200/Cello+1.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037031018577159234&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Avery Fisher Halls, toured with Barbra Streisand and Joni Mitchell, and has recorded with Grammy artist Paula Cole. As a composer, her works have found homes onstage at Symphony Space in New York, with Cornell University&#39;s Women&#39;s Choir, and at Westminster Choir College.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hello!!! Is that magical or what? I can assure you, her playing is :-)&lt;/p&gt;The bottom line is, I followed guidance to take this trip and make it happen - even though all the funding was not physically present in my life. The message that came to me a few months ago was, &quot;Just move. Do what you can. Pretend that you have money and go as far as you can go. The universe supports movement with presence and passion.&quot; The moral of the story... the apparent lack of money in your life does not stop the movement and expression of the God Frequency in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s true. Amazing things have happened on this trip... and it&#39;s not over yet...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4744167163448506496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=4744167163448506496&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/4744167163448506496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/4744167163448506496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/03/magical.html' title='Magical'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RechVyjqZFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lzXXWHnrB9U/s72-c/Eileenpiano.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-2964973188035202221</id><published>2007-02-17T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:37.789-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="concert"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feminine wisdom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indigenous"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="santa fe"/><title type='text'>Backroad Pizza Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RdfNmqfb99I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ttPu8yvJN-c/s1600-h/-1.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RdfNmqfb99I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ttPu8yvJN-c/s400/-1.jpeg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032717172734687186&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I&#39;m once again in the midst of high-speed internet. Yay! I&#39;m at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.backroadpizza.com/&quot;&gt;Backroads Pizza&lt;/a&gt; in Santa Fe, New Mexico and I&#39;m listening to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/indigiefemme&quot;&gt;Indigie-Femme&lt;/a&gt; - a wonderful duo which consists of Elena and Tash. Elena is a Maori/Samoan from New Zealand and Tash is from the Navajo Nation. They have joined forces to spread the powerful messages that only Indigenous women can do. And these two do it very well. Oh, and that&#39;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/larrymitchellmusic&quot;&gt;Larry Mitchell&lt;/a&gt; (my producer) sitting with his guitar at the far right of the stage. He&#39;s an honorable member of Indigie-Fem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well in the studio. We&#39;re up to about 6 or 7 songs now. Soon I&#39;ll post some little samples, but I&#39;ll have to wait for another high-speed pit stop. My concert was a joy the other night.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://3dpoetry.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Steve Panella&lt;/a&gt; was there! How fun to meet a fellow blogger in person! Thanks again for coming out to the show Steve. It was so nice to say hello to you and give you a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Rdib4qfb9-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LNKL3nKnlaA/s1600-h/DSC03374.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Rdib4qfb9-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/LNKL3nKnlaA/s200/DSC03374.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032943981367654370&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a great time singing again. I&#39;m pretty sure I&#39;ll be doing more of it after the album is done. Producer Larry Mitchell joined me on stage, as well as my former drummer, Jeff Sussman, and special guest, John Kurzweg on bass. It was a great musical reunion and I got to see many of my friends that I haven&#39;t seen for quite awhile. I&#39;ll post some pictures here when I get them loaded into to my laptop. Perhaps a little video footage as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for not keeping up with my favorite blogs. Slow speed is a bear!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2964973188035202221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=2964973188035202221&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/2964973188035202221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/2964973188035202221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/backroad-pizza-report.html' title='Backroad Pizza Report'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RdfNmqfb99I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ttPu8yvJN-c/s72-c/-1.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-3951492583327418726</id><published>2007-02-06T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:37.916-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="performance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="radio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="santa fe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studio"/><title type='text'>Greetings from Santa Fe</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m here in Santa Fe now and I hit the ground running, as they say. I&#39;ve taken some video footage of our work in the studio, but being that I am in a remote location (this translates to &#39;phone modem&#39;), I am unable to upload some of the clips. I&#39;ll have to wait until I go to one of the wi-fi cafes in town.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RckSX96C7TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/l1lO6s_j8tU/s1600-h/waterfall.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RckSX96C7TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/l1lO6s_j8tU/s320/waterfall.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028570661900184882&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;re working on the 2nd song now, &quot;Shine&quot;. It&#39;ll probably be the one that the radio station plays during my interview with &lt;a href=&quot;http://kbac.com/pages/djs.html?feed=109747&amp;amp;article=307018&quot;&gt;Ira Gordon&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href=&quot;http://kbac.com/main.html&quot;&gt;KBAC 98.1&lt;/a&gt; next week. I&#39;ll be chatting with Ira and promoting the show that I&#39;ll be doing at &lt;a href=&quot;http://gigsantafe.com/calendar.html&quot;&gt;Gig Performance Space&lt;/a&gt; on February 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging and my blogging friends! But I can only do so much. Just know that I&#39;m in heaven in the studio. &lt;a href=&quot;http://larrymitchell.com/&quot;&gt;Larry&lt;/a&gt; is doing his usual amazing job producing my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3951492583327418726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=3951492583327418726&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3951492583327418726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3951492583327418726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/02/greetings-from-santa-fe.html' title='Greetings from Santa Fe'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RckSX96C7TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/l1lO6s_j8tU/s72-c/waterfall.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-8221170491144902573</id><published>2007-01-25T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:38.138-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="artist"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Divine Feminine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Divinity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kundalini"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recording"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vlog"/><title type='text'>By the Grace of God(dess)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Rbkpyjp503I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qg_mKwbhpCY/s1600-h/EconcertShot.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Rbkpyjp503I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qg_mKwbhpCY/s200/EconcertShot.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024092807849694066&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am preparing to be on the road for about a month as I travel to the Mainland to record my new music. I will be departing in a few short days for California, and then on to New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to document the recording process through a series of video posts (vlogs). My producer, &lt;a href=&quot;http://profile.myspace.com/larrymitchellmusic&quot;&gt;Larry Mitchell&lt;/a&gt;, is the one who recommended that I do this. Seems like an awful lot of tech stuff to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; about while I&#39;m in the &quot;heart zone&quot; for singing/playing my music, but I&#39;m certainly up for trying. Between the two of us I&#39;m sure we&#39;ll manage something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m also continuing to ask for all of the resources that I need to complete this project, i.e. actually demonstrating the creation and manifestation techniques that I have written about on my blogs. This is perhaps the furthest I have &quot;stuck my neck out&quot; ever... trusting in and applying what I have been shown and given in visions and ecstatic states. I don&#39;t have a &quot;day job&quot;. I decided awhile back that my only job was to be who I am, and that I would be provided for by Grace. Indeed I have been blessed. I guess you could say that I&#39;m doing my part in &quot;breaking the spell&quot; that keeps humanity feeling stuck and limited in the world as we have known it. I believe in... wait. I &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that it is possible to be fully alive and fully supported for being who I am in this world. I have demonstrated these principles in the past; therefore, I know that it&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; IS&lt;/span&gt; happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the recordings are complete, my work is to travel and sing-speak-demonstrate the feminine healing frequency to any who are drawn to the sound of empowerment and inspiration. My working title for the project is, &quot;Kundalini Chronicles&quot;, as all of this music is born from what I know to be our natural ecstatic state - not from the Eastern perspective, but rather from a Western girl who experienced it first and then found out later what &quot;IT&quot; was called. After two previous CDs, mostly filled with a spiritual longing for the return of what I had been touched by, my 3rd CD is from the view of being, embracing, and celebrating both my humanity and Divinity - woven into a dialog that succeeds in bridging and resolving this inner masculine/feminine split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my recent incarnation as a performing singer-songwriter I was too afraid to break out of the mold of what was expected of me within that role. I am no longer confined by that role now. I am a mystic and a musical artist in real time. I do not &quot;perform&quot;; I create and sing music from the heart, in the present moment. I feel that as long as I am on Earth I will do this. And whether I have an audience or not, I choose to be and sing, Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued in February, from Santa Fe, New Mexico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;P.S... My story (short version) was published in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.kindredspirit.co.uk/&quot;&gt;Kindred Spirit Magazine&lt;/a&gt; (Jan/Feb &#39;07). It&#39;s entitled, &quot;The Divine Feminine: A Cosmic Love Affair&quot;. Interesting to note though, I have rarely referred to it as &quot;Kundalini&quot;. I&#39;m not very big on existing labels. I prefer to find other more &#39;feeling&#39; ways to describe my experiences so that the intellect cannot quickly grab onto a familiar word and throw it into a box. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/8221170491144902573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=8221170491144902573&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/8221170491144902573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/8221170491144902573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/by-grace-of-goddess.html' title='By the Grace of God(dess)'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Rbkpyjp503I/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qg_mKwbhpCY/s72-c/EconcertShot.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-7854846434057776554</id><published>2007-01-21T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:38.301-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="benevolence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="discernment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="instinct"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="message"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mother Earth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transformation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vision"/><title type='text'>Message to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RbPiCWuXVFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r9SMFbMU2H0/s1600-h/9voice+of+heart.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RbPiCWuXVFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r9SMFbMU2H0/s320/9voice+of+heart.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022606539535897682&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a vision message this morning. Very short (comparatively speaking). It is somewhat of a follow-up to my &lt;a href=&quot;http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-world-is-your-stage.html&quot;&gt;New Year&#39;s post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have been experiencing a more embodied conscious awareness now.  When this larger feeling presence &#39;arrives&#39; in your consciousness you may have the initial sensations of imbalance because you are not accustomed to this larger sense of yourself. Some will feel this as anxiety or panic with confusion about where it is coming from; some will feel very alone; some may even be wondering if they are going to die. Don&#39;t judge yourself for any of these feelings. Welcome all of them. Here&#39;s something that you can do to help you feel more balanced on Earth at this time. It a recommendation -&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; only do this if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; you feel the inspiration to do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I will be doing this myself sometime prior to my travels toward the end of the month. This suggested exercise may not only help to restore your balance, but also to open the doors of communion with your greatest and constant ally in these transformational times - Mother Earth. Understand that I have done this before in similar ways and I&#39;m sure many of you have as well. That was then. This is &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a quiet, natural setting where you can relax and meditate/pray - a place where you know that you will have no interruptions. Feet must be on the soil (your rear too if you are able). Breathe deeply, find your heart center and pray like a child. A child prays in total innocence, directly from the heart. It is recommended that you do not borrow any one else&#39;s formula for prayers or meditations at this time because this will have the tendency to land you back in the mind. This is an in-the-moment communion with Mother Earth, although a few guidelines were given for you to read and take in ahead of time, but not memorize. Important: Only follow through with this exercise if you feel strongly that you want to be here on Earth and experience the transformation to Peace and Benevolence (inside and out) at this time and into future times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Share&lt;/span&gt; out loud, in your own words, all that you appreciate about Mother Earth. Really feel it. Now allow yourself to breathe-in, welcome, and &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; all that you love about her. Then re-introduce yourself in an &quot;I am here now&quot; statement. Then state (some of you may be re-stating) your intentions to work &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the planet now, to be here on Earth as fully as you possibly can and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; for all of your senses to be alive and active now - including your instinctual/discernment abilities. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Close&lt;/span&gt; your prayer/communion in whatever way you are inspired. Last steps: Get up. Walk around and employ ALL of your senses. Touch and consciously connect with any or all of the following: the soil, leaves, stones, bark, water, your own face, limbs and skin, all that you are drawn to; feel and breathe in the air, the warmth of the sun, etc. The point is, welcome and receive the natural gifts of manifest Grace on Earth.  &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;See, hear, touch, taste&lt;/span&gt; (food), &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;smell&lt;/span&gt; and take in all that you wish... just don&#39;t forget that this includes your physicality too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point to to all of this is, you are different now. Reconnect, re-introduce, re-state intentions that include your conscious alignment with Mother Earth. Comments and questions are welcomed if you feel.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/7854846434057776554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=7854846434057776554&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/7854846434057776554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/7854846434057776554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/message-to-you.html' title='Message to You'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RbPiCWuXVFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r9SMFbMU2H0/s72-c/9voice+of+heart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-3819784188091354347</id><published>2007-01-20T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:38.580-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Divine Child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Divinity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gnosis"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystical poetry"/><title type='text'>Your God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RbKkI2uXVEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s4RNJsy3xgI/s1600-h/1120_04_84_web.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RbKkI2uXVEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s4RNJsy3xgI/s400/1120_04_84_web.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022257006507414594&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talking to your god&lt;br /&gt;Was like talking to a&lt;br /&gt;Thick gray wall...&lt;br /&gt;But I was game.&lt;br /&gt;One day I got up really close&lt;br /&gt;And dared to speak out&lt;br /&gt;In my blasphemous prose.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to that &#39;something&#39;&lt;br /&gt;That supposedly lived&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;Of what is known -&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Something&#39; other than me,&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Something&#39; other than&lt;br /&gt;Anything,&lt;br /&gt;That I could ever hold close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what happened next&lt;br /&gt;May have seemed&lt;br /&gt;Like bowing and worshiping,&lt;br /&gt;In good and pious faith,&lt;br /&gt;But I can assure you&lt;br /&gt;That my falling to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Was certainly not&lt;br /&gt;A sanctimonious thing.&lt;br /&gt;It was more that my knees&lt;br /&gt;Finally buckled&lt;br /&gt;From the weight of the lie,&lt;br /&gt;Having to deny that I&#39;d known you before.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you in that other world,&lt;br /&gt;The one that felt so good,&lt;br /&gt;That &#39;otherworld&#39; called childhood.&lt;br /&gt;They say that children are&lt;br /&gt;The pretending ones,&lt;br /&gt;But sadly,&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s the grown ups&lt;br /&gt;Who are lost in the fantasy&lt;br /&gt;That we are other than Greatness,&lt;br /&gt;Other than Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say,&lt;br /&gt;The best move I ever made&lt;br /&gt;Was to get up as close to that wall&lt;br /&gt;As I possibly could.&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know that&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my crying,&lt;br /&gt;Flying rage&lt;br /&gt;Would force that honesty&lt;br /&gt;Back in my face?&lt;br /&gt;Straight into my heart it went&lt;br /&gt;Pelting my chest&lt;br /&gt;And cracking the cold case&lt;br /&gt;Of a senseless death&lt;br /&gt;In time and space.&lt;br /&gt;With the smell of gunpowder&lt;br /&gt;Still in the air,&lt;br /&gt;I came to,&lt;br /&gt;Making the tiniest of sounds&lt;br /&gt;I became the thunder&lt;br /&gt;That drowned out  all definition of me.&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know I&#39;d have to&lt;br /&gt;Come to terms with the in-between&lt;br /&gt;Of a poet&#39;s words -&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;Claiming you,&lt;br /&gt;In hands and feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the sweetness of what&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be you&lt;br /&gt;Did swirl inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Where the &#39;you and I&#39; conceived&lt;br /&gt;And gave birth&lt;br /&gt;To our second child,&lt;br /&gt;Divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How clever of your god to find entry here&lt;br /&gt;By becoming an audible mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I watched and I was,&lt;br /&gt;A fall into nothingness,&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling to dust&lt;br /&gt;Under the magic wand&lt;br /&gt;Of breath and innocence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RbKhh2uXVCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z-Jg8HWlxi4/s1600-h/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RbKhh2uXVCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z-Jg8HWlxi4/s200/images.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022254137469260834&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rising to be the Child&lt;br /&gt;Who will never,&lt;br /&gt;Ever know,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetfulness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3819784188091354347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=3819784188091354347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3819784188091354347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3819784188091354347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-god.html' title='Your God'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RbKkI2uXVEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s4RNJsy3xgI/s72-c/1120_04_84_web.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-700037450399655655</id><published>2007-01-16T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:38.969-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Divinity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grounded"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hypnosis"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual activism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="virtual reality"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vision"/><title type='text'>The &#39;Heart in a Jar&#39; Vision</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m supposed to be preparing my songs for the studio right now but I feel motivated to get this posted first. Recently I&#39;ve been feeling the collective anxiety and felt guided to review what is being broadcast to the world via the news. I don&#39;t need to tell you that the reports aren&#39;t good - especially if you&#39;re one that reads between the lines - like me. I also receive valuable information from my own heart - many things that I don&#39;t report here, but because this particular vision came with the feeling to share it with others, I am doing so. This vision is in response to my own heartfelt questions of: &quot;What can I do? What can &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; do to reverse this destructive momentum that we and our country are seemingly being swept up in? I am asking to be shown the truth about what we are collectively creating, and if we choose, how we can shift out of what feels like a bad dream and recreate a more benevolent world?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;Screen Image from &lt;a href=&quot;http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:Warzone_2100_-_model_creation_step_4.jpg&quot;&gt;&quot;War Zone 2100&quot;&lt;/a&gt; - a Video Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Rawd9GuXU-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/QaUPV9KbDBE/s1600-h/Warzone_2100_-_model_creation_step_4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Rawd9GuXU-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/QaUPV9KbDBE/s200/Warzone_2100_-_model_creation_step_4.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020420620225565666&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The responding vision was one of a young adult male sitting on the couch playing video games. His heart was in a jar on the end table just a few feet away. His consciousness was not embodied in his couch position, but rather projected into the video game itself. He was completely identified with the character in the story on the screen - a story that includes survival, war, death, destruction, winning, riches, and love that comes in the form of a point-system reward. This young man&#39;s body was like an empty shell, sitting on the edge of the couch with fast-moving fingers over the buttons and dials that he gripped tightly in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shown that the beating heart encased in the jar is the only &#39;real&#39; thing in this particular view, and it&#39;s strength and power are greatly reduced by it&#39;s dysfunctional placement - outside the body and mind. You see, there is pain associated with the heart - bad memories, traumas that occurred when we were children. So open, so trusting, so seamlessly we were connected to our hearts back then. Something happened. We learned quickly in this hybrid version of the &#39;Earth experience&#39; that it is safer to live virtually and set the heart aside for those &#39;special&#39; occasions. After all, it&#39;s the way our parents did it. So it must be the way to go, right? Alas, very few of us had an example in our lives of someone who courageously embodied their heart and lived and moved and had their being in the Natural World - the &#39;real&#39; world. From what I have seen through the lens of American life, most hearts are in jars, and unfortunately we pass this &#39;containing and distancing&#39; behavior onto our children through our fragmented and distorted views of what it means to be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While disconnected from the heart and projecting our consciousness into a virtual game, we are in a highly suggestive state. &quot;Hypnotized&quot; is another word for it. All of our attention is focused on who or what will appear next to threaten our image and our position and standing within the game. We are tense and our fingers are poised to react immediately. As long as we are identifying with our character in the video game, we may as well be a floating ghost in the actual Earth realm. We have no sense of connectedness or grounded-ness with what is truly &#39;real&#39;. In fact, we are so convinced that the video game is &#39;real&#39; that the authenticity of the Natural World can feel foreign to us. The vision was making an observation of the state of human consciousness from outside of the &#39;game&#39;, and pointed out that being ungrounded (disconnected from the heart and body) places us in this highly suggestible state, where we can, let us say, easily be hijacked by those who &#39;manage&#39; or &#39;influence&#39; the rules or codes of the video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we do have those rare and &#39;special&#39; moments when the heart is suddenly plunged back into our chest, back into our bodies - and not all of these moments are of the &#39;warm and fuzzy&#39; variety. A few examples of ways that we might &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; again is when we witness and are present for the birth of our children; when someone we love is dying; when we take long&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Ra2BZWuXVAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xHXK3ZHETNI/s1600-h/Mel+Boy.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Ra2BZWuXVAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xHXK3ZHETNI/s200/Mel+Boy.JPG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020811432184730626&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walks in nature; when our dog joins us on the couch and nuzzles our hand as a cue that it&#39;s time to go outside and play ball; when our cat lands in our lap and announces that it&#39;s time for her to be stroked, petted, and loved (this animal behavior is actually more for you than for them); &#39;incidents&#39; like 9/11 - before the fear programming sets in; when Mother Earth&#39;s natural movements shake us up with what we call &quot;disasters&quot;; when we feel compassion towards our fellow humans who are experiencing pain and suffering; when &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are dying; when the beauty of the sunset, a rainbow, or any natural beauty stops us in our tracks. All of these examples are ways in which we might be re-introduced to grounded-ness and feeling again - ways that new doors open so that we may perceive something other than the &#39;game&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we have been collectively agreeing that these &#39;heart episodes&#39; are but temporary, fleeting moments; and in our fundamentally flawed and &#39;backwards&#39; sense of reality, it isn&#39;t long before we begin to feel the anxiety of &#39;losing points&#39; should we keep our focus on feelings, the environment, and all of the natural beings in it. Thus we are driven to get back to the business of virtually &#39;making a living&#39; again, otherwise known as accumulating more points in the game. We are like addicts in this way - diving back in for our next big distraction fix so that we don&#39;t have to feel... too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&quot;...our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;-T. S. Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There are some of us that live on the fringe. We managed to extricate ourselves from the game  - some partially, some completely - and for our own personal compelling reason, we initiated the heart-reclamation process. In other words, some of us went outside to play ball with the dog and never turned back. Our points are there on the screen unclaimed, rapidly losing their power and meaning to us as we ground back into all that is real; all that is simple. We&#39;re feeling again. We&#39;re remembering what it&#39;s like to be grounded and powerful. We&#39;re remembering an ancient time and a future time all at once - that time when we knew what we were connected to... before (and after) all of the distractions... before (and after) the &#39;game&#39;.  Through our heart connection, we are actually beginning to feel &quot;God&quot;, and are astounded by the very tangible fact that &quot;God&quot; is an utterly and completely different &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; than what was encoded and defined within the video game as a &quot;God-type Character&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shown that we will never &#39;win&#39; the game while our conscious focus is in the game itself, but &#39;winning&#39; back our hearts will eliminate the game and all of the hypnosis and manipulation that goes with it. True, not many of us can even imagine what life outside the game might look like, but why should that stop us? For me the prospect of staying in the game is much more terrifying than the free-fall into Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have the power to put the video game in the jar and place our hearts back where they belong. Lucidity occurs when the heart is in the driver&#39;s seat - contrary to what you have been conditioned to believe. When the heart is aligned with the body and mind, our Divine senses are restored and we are able to discern what is &#39;real&#39; and what is not. Sure, in the initial heart-reclamation/rehabilitation process you may feel some feelings that up to this point you&#39;ve been avoiding at all cost, but a little emotional roto-rooter never hurt anyone. We can all agree that the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt; of facing our fears is uncomfortable and unpleasant at times, but in my experience, I found it to be a necessary step in order to reconnect with Source and get things &#39;flowing&#39; again. Once the pipes are clean, we can look back and see that there was actually more pain in stuckness and resistance than there will ever be in just getting down to the business of clearing, and the resulting acceptance of our true identity in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divine reconnection occurs when we make this conscious movement to not just &#39;make a living&#39; or &#39;play the game&#39;, but to be alive again and naturally embody all that we once &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; we had to fight and kill for... like what we do in video games for &#39;points&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have strong convictions that the issues and problems of &quot;video-game or virtual living&quot; can be solved within the code of the virtual game itself. The ego-character within the game can be quite deceptive. All of the ambition, moral campaigns, and activism without the heart connection can be just another way to avoid giving up this lethal drug called &quot;distraction&quot;. I will leave you with the last feeling image that I was shown - a new way of viewing the myth of the ostrich with his &quot;head in the sand&quot;. In the past it&#39;s been used as a criticism toward those who choose not to be a part of the enthusiastic campaign to destroy the &#39;bad guys&#39; from within the game. I stand firm in my convictions that the highest and most effective form of activism one can participate in at this time is to turn off the video game, get up off the couch, retrieve your heart from the jar, place it back into your chest, and get on with the business of living. You can play video games, play ball with your dog, or even go out and demonstrate in the streets. Do whatever your heart inspires you to do! The point is, with your heart in it&#39;s natural place all of your actions will come from a place of balance and wholeness, and from this vantage point, some of your new interests and abilities might just surprise you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/700037450399655655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=700037450399655655&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/700037450399655655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/700037450399655655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/heart-in-jar-vision.html' title='The &#39;Heart in a Jar&#39; Vision'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Rawd9GuXU-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/QaUPV9KbDBE/s72-c/Warzone_2100_-_model_creation_step_4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-4835282073568314323</id><published>2007-01-11T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:39.476-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="artists"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Divinity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DNA"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Earth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="evolution"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transcendence"/><title type='text'>Artistic Author(IT)y</title><content type='html'>The word, author(IT)y, and the way it is displayed has come in expanded states on numerous occasions since I decided to leave the world as I knew it and become a full-time mystic, intuitive healer, song-word-image-artist. Now there&#39;s a new job title for you! Writing a job description for this position is a work in progress; the hours are variable, and at this moment the environment is pretty comfortable. But the part that is still being negotiated is my salary. I am sort of making light of what has been an ongoing and serious issue in my life - how to be true to my Self and still be provided for in the world. It was all so very confusing and painful until I realized that I&#39;m not really negotiating a salary and benefits from within this 3-D world, I am in fact re-negotiating my entire world view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post (as most of my posts do) came from my morning prayer/dialog with Source,and this particular topic was inspired by Steve Panella&#39;s, &lt;a href=&quot;http://3dpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-and-money-plea.html&quot;&gt;&quot;Art and Money - a Plea Post&quot;&lt;/a&gt;. I have come to recognize that Steve and I share a lot of the same feelings around the challenges of being an artist in the 3-D world, or what I have affectionately referred to as &quot;The Box&quot;. I believe the greatest challenge stems from not having a great deal of interest in &quot;making a living&quot; in the usual ways here in the Box and yet still having the very real physical needs for food, shelter, and the likes. How ironic. The more we &quot;make a living&quot;, the more it drains what &#39;living juice&#39; we have and then we end up becoming entrenched or &lt;a href=&quot;http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/harmonic-entrainment-to-god-frequency.html&quot;&gt;&quot;entrained&quot;&lt;/a&gt; to the smallness again. This is a horrifying feeling to artists, I must say, being sucked back into the &quot;smallness&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:78%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.stevepanella.com/stonestnd.html&quot;&gt;&quot;Book Stone on a Stand&quot;&lt;/a&gt;, by Steve Panella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Raa8qGuXU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZDTgYHp0TLw/s1600-h/stoneonstand.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Raa8qGuXU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZDTgYHp0TLw/s200/stoneonstand.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018906266296603538&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The way I see it is that all the code for this &#39;Box-program&#39; is already written and almost everyone whose consciousness is focused here is entrained to this limited code beginning in the early years of their life. Other than the shamans of old, as well as the contemporary shamans of our time, very few inhabitants of the Box actually have a conscious felt-experience of the Greater Code beyond the Box. Many humans entertain &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;concepts&lt;/span&gt; of the Greater Code, but have been conditioned to believe that this Greater Code is separate from them. Therefore, this Greater Code  is either worshiped or definitively excluded from life-in-the-box, rather than accepted as part of their own identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, &quot;beyond the box&quot; is an experience of Love, Peace, Abundance, Wholeness, Balance, Beauty, Grace, Life... God, Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the purposes of this post, I define &quot;Artists&quot; as those who have the ability  to transcend the Box and tap into Source or the stream of LIFE more consciously. Not unlike a shaman. (Just to further clarify, I feel that Artists can be found in every area of life and in every profession, i.e. politics, education, science, medicine, etc.) Even if this &#39;connection&#39; is brief, upon their return most Artists are inspired, and sometimes even compelled, to communicate what they have seen or what they have been touched by through the medium of their choice. To an Artist residing in the 3-D world it is usually a joy to create; yet there is also an inherent conundrum. &quot;How can I create a &#39;thing&#39; that will be the most perfect translation of my experience?&quot;, and &quot;How do I find the perfect balance of creating a &#39;thing&#39; that bridges far enough into the box to be seen and supported (valued), yet still remain true or integral with Source?&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no stranger to the above artistic conundrum, yet I have been &quot;informed&quot; through my developing methods of communion with the &quot;Greater View&quot; that this evolutionary leap boils down to a simple shift from within - also known as a &quot;perspective correction&quot;. It all has to do with &quot;Authority&quot;, and who or what we are giving our authority to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.artcyclopedia.com/masterscans/l188.html&quot;&gt;&quot;Sin Titulo&quot;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;by Alighiero e Boetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Raa4sGuXU4I/AAAAAAAAADU/MSuI45ucgdc/s1600-h/boetti_sintitulo.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Raa4sGuXU4I/AAAAAAAAADU/MSuI45ucgdc/s200/boetti_sintitulo.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018901902609830786&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Within the &quot;Box&quot; of contemporary times, we have learned to give authority to those who are the &quot;experts&quot; in their fields. How do they become experts? By schooling themselves within the box, and becoming &#39;specialized&#39; in the code and the manipulation of it within the 3D field. Spirit informs me that our &#39;perspective correction&#39; occurs when we accept our own power and ability to author-&quot;IT&quot; into this world in the ways that we are inspired. Up to this point in our evolution here on Earth, we have deferred authority to the &quot;it&quot; within the specified or more limited code. Therefore, when we as artists create something in and from pure Inspiration and then go and seek approval in &#39;Box-land&#39;, we end up deferring to the &#39;experts&#39; or the authors of &quot;it&quot; (authority) to validate us and/or assign value to our creations based on the limited code. If authority, in whatever form that takes for us, cannot perceive it or does not welcome it, we take it personally and feel shamed, devalued, and downright &lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RabISmuXU7I/AAAAAAAAADs/y9tkguULBQY/s1600-h/8667_37544-m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RabISmuXU7I/AAAAAAAAADs/y9tkguULBQY/s200/8667_37544-m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018919056709211058&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;confused about why we&#39;re even here! I have been in this place far too many times than I want to admit - feeling sorry for myself because I didn&#39;t &quot;fit&quot; into this world. Until, of course, I realized that it all just boiled down to a simple misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; href=&quot;http://www.artcyclopedia.com/masterscans/l128.html&quot;&gt;&quot;Monkeys as Judges of Art&quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Cornelius von Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I&#39;ve been shown, is that when we truly author &quot;IT&quot; in to this world we no longer require the validation and valuing from within the box. This frees us up to BE and exude &quot;IT&quot; - the &quot;IT&quot; that we&#39;ve desperately been trying to explain in 3-D terms! Sure, we can take action and create some-&#39;thing&#39; to demonstrate &quot;IT&quot; in form if we feel that inspiration, or we also have the choice of doing absolutely nothing! Whether we act or not, it doesn&#39;t change the very real fact that we are still &quot;IT&quot; in form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &quot;perspective correction&quot; occurs when we no longer defer to the &quot;way things have always been&quot;, and in turn redefine our identities or identification with &quot;IT&quot;, or the Greater Code. In other words, when we make that shift to include &quot;IT&quot; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; our identity, it&#39;s like we are instantly expanding our possibilities - all the ways in which we can invite and experience that Peace, Abundance, Love, etc., into our everyday lives. The good news is, this Greater Code is already &quot;embedded&quot; within our consciousness (which includes our physical DNA) and it comes directly from Source. This Source Code, if you will, has been for the most part invisible to the 3-D world up to now.  It&#39;s not surprising that artists also feel invisible a great deal of the time as well. It can be a very painful experience to be an artist in 3-D. We&#39;re all artists on the soul level, but for those who choose to be aware of more-than-the-box while in form; well, it&#39;s not difficult to comprehend where the term &quot;tortured artist&quot; comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists of all kinds will most naturally be the first to &quot;change their minds&quot; from part-time tapping into Source to full-time acceptance of Source. This allows Source to be present, to resonate within the Box -  instantaneously giving permission to others to invite the same for themselves, activating the Source code within and magically dissolving the imaginary floor, ceiling and 4 walls of this boxed-in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is very nice Eileen, you might say, but how do I activate that new code, stay in integrity with it, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; sustain myself - starting right NOW??? The guidance that I have received is to acknowledge it out loud when you become consciously aware of the inconsistencies in your perceptions between the BOX and SOURCE, and then ask for what you want to feel in your life now (also known as prayer). That&#39;s the unembellished explanation, but sometimes a more straightforward approach is best. &quot;Ask and it shall be given&quot; is pretty straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling translation of this is, &quot;Relax. All of it comes from Grace anyway, and you already are Grace right now. Feel IT. Know IT. Accept IT.&quot; In realizing this we have now deferred or &quot;re-entrained&quot; our consciousness to our encoded &lt;a href=&quot;http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/harmonic-entrainment-to-god-frequency.html&quot;&gt;&#39;God Frequency&#39;&lt;/a&gt; rather than the limiting &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;concept&lt;/span&gt; of the God Frequency inside &quot;the Box&quot;. By doing this, we have just shifted our own values, and shifting our own valuing of Box-Code to Source-Code changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t claim to be a &quot;successful&quot; living example of this just yet; I am definitely a work in progress. But once I push past my own cynicism, fear and doubting that this might not actually be true, I am given the physical &#39;signs&#39; almost immediately that this information is valid and true - not from outside &quot;experts&quot;, but from the cues that I receive from my own physical body as well as the clues, signs, or responses from my environment - manifesting in the more often recognized form of &#39;synchronicities&#39;. This is &quot;IT&quot; revealing itself in time and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Raa1mGuXU3I/AAAAAAAAADM/-Ii1shbU8KA/s1600-h/Creation+of+Adam.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Raa1mGuXU3I/AAAAAAAAADM/-Ii1shbU8KA/s400/Creation+of+Adam.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018898500995732338&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;The &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Creation_of_Adam&quot;&gt;&quot;Creation of Adam&quot;&lt;/a&gt; by Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are on the threshold of full transcendence of the Box - an enormous evolutionary leap in consciousness. It is what all of the great civilizations on Earth have encoded within their own art, heralding humanity&#39;s graduation from the Box to Source. If you&#39;d like to see/feel/hear/touch/smell/know more about this, and witness a preview of coming attractions, look to the Artists that inspire you today. Support and encourage the Artist within yourself, as well as all the Artists who have the courage now to deliver their inspirations into this world, to reveal an aspect of Divinity that you can embrace and resonate with - right where you are. Be willing to shift your own value system to include a Life that is far greater than you can imagine inside of a box. And if for some reason you can&#39;t imagine or &quot;author-IT&quot; for yourself just yet, that is all right, because &quot;IT&quot; is not as far off as you might think. I am encouraging you to choose and support that which resonates or matches with what is truly of value within yourselves - not just what is recommended by those who author-&quot;it&quot;. Whether we are fully conscious of this or not, humanity is in a profoundly empowering position to discern and choose that which we want to see more of in our world - Love, Peace, Grace, Balance, Abundance... Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, while there is magnificent art that is visible in the many galleries throughout the world, understand that there are also tenfold more of the variety of &#39;invisible&#39; artists right in your own midst - in your families, your workplace, your churches, your towns, the internet. Show an interest! Help these Artists to become visible in this world. If it inspires you, let the Artist and everyone know, and while we&#39;re still using money as an energy of exchange and you are in a position to, buy it or support the birth of &quot;IT&quot; into this world! It&#39;ll be your &quot;authoritative&quot; statement and investment in the evolution of man and the future of Planet Earth.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/4835282073568314323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=4835282073568314323&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/4835282073568314323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/4835282073568314323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/artistic-authority.html' title='Artistic Author(IT)y'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/Raa8qGuXU5I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZDTgYHp0TLw/s72-c/stoneonstand.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-3335882753986442910</id><published>2007-01-08T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:39.635-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childrens story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feminine wisdom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature"/><title type='text'>Just Being a Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RaK8ZHjRJUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KMfMrN2-qqY/s1600-h/treeonmeadow.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RaK8ZHjRJUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KMfMrN2-qqY/s320/treeonmeadow.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017780074553877826&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vision this morning started with the imagery of a little &quot;teaching&quot; story. It then unraveled into a rhymie-style children&#39;s poem. I have to say that I very much relate to this tree, having lived her story in my own life. I wished there would have been someone to tell me... I mean, it could&#39;ve saved me a lot of time and energy if I&#39;d have been informed of this simple wisdom earlier on in my life. I imagine if we sat under a tree like this one, honored her and listened very carefully, we might be fortunate enough to hear and feel the profound guiding messages of the Natural World. Still, regardless of whether she has been heard or not, she keeps broadcasting until we are tuned in enough to receive the messages; the messages that no matter what any &quot;important person&quot; says, we too are natural, and one with Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a mighty oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;She lived in a beautiful green meadow,&lt;br /&gt;And was so very happy...&lt;br /&gt;Just being a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Until one day an important man from the city&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by her trunk and said,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It isn&#39;t enough to just be a tree.&lt;br /&gt;You must be more productive and&lt;br /&gt;Contribute to society!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;The tree became very sad.&lt;br /&gt;She already felt that she was being&lt;br /&gt;And contributing so much to the world&lt;br /&gt;Just by being a tree!&lt;br /&gt;She dropped oodles of seeds&lt;br /&gt;As food and treats for many.&lt;br /&gt;She offered her branches and leaves&lt;br /&gt;As refuge for the birds,&lt;br /&gt;The animals and the honey bees.&lt;br /&gt;One day she became so dismayed&lt;br /&gt;By what the important man said,&lt;br /&gt;That she uprooted herself&lt;br /&gt;And headed straight for the city.&lt;br /&gt;Now it isn&#39;t easy for a tree to disguise herself&lt;br /&gt;As a productive citizen on the busy streets,&lt;br /&gt;But over time she managed to fall in line.&lt;br /&gt;And it was very hard work to be&lt;br /&gt;Something other than a tree,&lt;br /&gt;So eventually it took its toll and it was plain to see,&lt;br /&gt;That her branches and leaves were withering.&lt;br /&gt;She learned many things from her time in the city,&lt;br /&gt;Mostly that it was an impossibility&lt;br /&gt;To pretend that uprooted trees&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t get tired and confused...&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention very thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;So even though she barely had the energy,&lt;br /&gt;She managed to find her way back&lt;br /&gt;To the beautiful green meadow&lt;br /&gt;Where she was born from a tiny acorn seed.&lt;br /&gt;Sinking her roots back into the cool,&lt;br /&gt;Inviting earth,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing she did for quite awhile&lt;br /&gt;Was smile and sigh and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;All of the animals,&lt;br /&gt;The insects,&lt;br /&gt;The soil&lt;br /&gt;The water&lt;br /&gt;The wind&lt;br /&gt;And the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Welcomed&lt;br /&gt;Her home again.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Thank goodness,&quot; she beamed,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That I remembered in time;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you live in the meadow,&lt;br /&gt;Or &#39;productive society&#39;,&lt;br /&gt;A tree is most happy...&lt;br /&gt;Just being a tree.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3335882753986442910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=3335882753986442910&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3335882753986442910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3335882753986442910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-being-tree.html' title='Just Being a Tree'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RaK8ZHjRJUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KMfMrN2-qqY/s72-c/treeonmeadow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-6396923704262205260</id><published>2007-01-05T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:39.796-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertising"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kleenex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slogans"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV"/><title type='text'>&quot;It&#39;s Time to Let it Out!&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RZ65cXjRJRI/AAAAAAAAACc/IoPdK0uDQik/s1600-h/ultra_upright_blue.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RZ65cXjRJRI/AAAAAAAAACc/IoPdK0uDQik/s200/ultra_upright_blue.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016650931946726674&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...One of several new Kleenex&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;®&lt;/span&gt; slogans. Others are, &quot;Laugh until you cry&quot;, &quot;Show your heart and show some tears&quot;, and &quot;Say goodbye to the stiff upper lip&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to celebrate when I see evidence that the world is changing. This time it&#39;s through a TV advertisement that embraces the importance of expressing our feelings &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; having a Kleenex box nearby. By god, things are looking up when feelings are welcomed and encouraged in a 30-second TV spot. My girlfriend sent me this link the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.kleenex.com/Preview.aspx&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kleenex&#39;s New Ad Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps many of you have already seen the commercial. I haven&#39;t seen it on TV here in Hawaii yet. I just felt that it was important to acknowledge it. Incidentally, I wrote to Kleenex with a very simple message of &quot;Good job. Well done! Congratulations to your genius marketing team.&quot; They actually wrote back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dear Eileen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Thanks for your e-mail about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;KLEENEX®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; facial tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;We appreciate the time you took to e-mail us, and we&#39;re happy to learn that our advertisement pleased you.  Because your comments are important to us, we will be sure to share them with the people involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Thanks again for your e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Cindy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Consumer Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Kimberly-Clark Corp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You&#39;re welcome Cindy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/6396923704262205260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=6396923704262205260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/6396923704262205260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/6396923704262205260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-time-to-let-it-out.html' title='&quot;It&#39;s Time to Let it Out!&quot;'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RZ65cXjRJRI/AAAAAAAAACc/IoPdK0uDQik/s72-c/ultra_upright_blue.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-9085520110725505740</id><published>2006-12-31T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:20:38.882-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="improvisation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="present moment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you"/><title type='text'>All the World is Your Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fourmilab.ch/earthview/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src=&quot;http://www.fourmilab.ch/cgi-bin/Earth?img=learth.evif&amp;imgsize=320&amp;dynimg=y&amp;opt=-l&amp;amp;lat=47&amp;ns=North&amp;amp;lon=50&amp;ew=West&amp;amp;alt=35785&amp;bird=From+elements+below&amp;amp;tle=LAGEOS+1%0D%0A&amp;date=0&amp;amp;utc=2069-07-20+20%3A17%3A43&amp;jd=2476948.34564&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Dynamic Image from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fourmilab.ch/earthview/custom.html&quot;&gt;Formilab&#39;s Earth and Moon Viewer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a vision for 2007. It was prompted by a question from a friend about some unusual feelings and perceptions that she&#39;s been having in the past few weeks. She&#39;s convinced that something has changed. Rather, she&#39;s convinced that SHE has changed. I asked about it in my morning &quot;connecting&quot; time and it inspired a vision of the changes that are occurring for everyone now and throughout the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who have actually asked for what they want, or prayed to &quot;be the change&quot; in this world, well... it&#39;s here. Sometimes we ask for things and then forget that we asked. Humans are kind of funny that way. Or we think it&#39;s going to show up and look like something else... something that we&#39;re already familiar with, so we&#39;re not in the frame of mind to embrace something truly new. If something different or unusual is occurring in your perceptions of self and other, make sure you check in with your self for reminders about those &quot;little&quot; prayers that you sent out a while back. The main thrust of this vision is to acknowledge our recent intentions as well as to show us how our view of reality and identity is changing. For me, these messages come in feeling pictures, and I shall do my best to translate this to words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you suddenly wake up in the &quot;green room&quot; backstage. First of all, you might wonder how you got there. You might also wonder what might be expected of you as you wait &quot;backstage&quot;. Sure, you&#39;ve done shows before, but wait... something has changed. This time you have no idea what the program is about, who is present, and what your part in it is. At this point, you might feel an odd mixture of panic and excitement, nausea and glee. Nothing feels the same as before, and yet if you are completely honest with yourself, you would say that you are feeling more power; more confidence; and more peace within yourself -  in spite of what the evening news says you should feel. What on Earth is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for analysis. You&#39;ve just received the knock and your call to the stage. Why hasn&#39;t anyone supplied you with the script? Where will you stand or move on stage? Will you be singing that old song... now just what was that old song? The words and the tune are gone. Good god, whatever will they expect of you? The only self you&#39;ve ever known seems to be the self you&#39;ve been. If that self is not showing up like before, what happens now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;What happens now.&lt;br /&gt;You tell us.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s the change.&lt;br /&gt;The world will change because you are demonstrating the change.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You are that powerful.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to be is YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems the biggest obstacle we have to achieving all that we choose in our lives is the belief that it is &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; possible and that somehow we don&#39;t have what we need to accomplish it anyway, so why even begin? Now that&#39;s what I call an old script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of us will react the same to these profound shifts and changes in consciousness. Some people may go out onto that stage and freeze because no one is feeding them their lines; no one is telling them what to wear, how to walk, where to sit, how much they&#39;ll be paid, and just generally how they fit into the show. Not to worry though, they will benefit by witnessing another kind of folk who will respond to these changes quite differently. In the past, this category of people might have been referred to as &quot;unusual&quot; and &quot;sensitive&quot; - characterized by their overwhelming sense of &quot;not fitting in&quot;. It is this group who will seem to come alive, thrilled at all of the endless possibilities in what they choose to bring to the stage. They will thrive in this climate of cosmic improvisation. In other words, a sense of relief will come over them and finally, oh finally, life will begin to make sense. What a concept... permission to be who you really are! Can you imagine owning a new-found power and confidence that just pours out so naturally that you find yourself enjoying your-&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Self&lt;/span&gt; just as much as everyone around you? No rehearsals required!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us may walk out onto that stage at some point and begin to hear the echoes of all the shows that came before. In a moment of fear or desperation, we may grab onto one of those echoey &quot;loops&quot; and allow ourselves to act out an &quot;old show&quot; -  simply because that&#39;s what we&#39;re familiar with. That&#39;s okay. You&#39;ll catch yourself soon enough. After awhile it just won&#39;t feel right to you or to others around you to stay stuck in the past. No need to punish or judge yourself about it. It happens. So what? Take your time. You can be comforted in the fact that there truly is enough of an &quot;audience&quot; now on this planet that is always rooting for you to find and be YOU... because after all, they know first hand that it&#39;s the best and most inspiring show in town. Be patient with yourself, and know that the cure for anxiety and uncertainty is honesty. Even if you just walk out onto that stage and say, &quot;I&#39;m afraid&quot;; or &quot;I honestly don&#39;t know what will come through me&quot;; or &quot;I am open to knowing and expressing this True Self but I&#39;m not sure how it&#39;s done&quot;; in your willingness to be truthful, you have instantaneously opened the door for inspiration. And &quot;It&quot; will find entry into your voice, your hands, your legs, your fingers, your heart. You&#39;ll know what to do, what to say, what to wear - even what to eat! And it is coming from the spontaneous Wisdom of Life available to all. No more scripts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of this to say, don&#39;t be surprised when you actually do receive what you&#39;ve asked for. If you&#39;ve asked for &quot;world peace&quot;, then you will be given the opportunity to demonstrate &quot;peace&quot; on your stage. If you&#39;ve asked for more opportunities to be creative and spontaneous, then you go right ahead. Show us your originality! If you&#39;ve asked for the opportunity to be who you really are, why not just go out onto that stage and let it happen? Afraid you&#39;ll look like a fool? Get over it. Once you get past the initial jitters, &quot;It&quot; just flows. Any experienced artist will tell you this. So don&#39;t let fear stop you. Imagine how many other people you could be inspiring to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; peace; to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; creativity; to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; beauty; to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; grace;  to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; honesty; to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; love in the world... because that&#39;s what &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are. And that&#39;s what I call a heavenly show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine one day in the not-too-distant-future we&#39;ll find ourselves reflecting on the &quot;old shows&quot;, in complete disbelief that we could have ever gotten trapped into thinking we were &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; wonderful, powerful, creative, spontaneous, and magical beings simply by being who we are. But I&#39;m sure we won&#39;t ramble on about it for too long. We&#39;ll be having far too much fun enjoying our &quot;present&quot; stage presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Happy and Blessed New Year to All!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/9085520110725505740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=9085520110725505740&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/9085520110725505740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/9085520110725505740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-world-is-your-stage.html' title='All the World is Your Stage'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-2659579794074554647</id><published>2006-12-21T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:39.932-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="channeling"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entrainment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="singing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spirit"/><title type='text'>Harmonic Entrainment to the God Frequency</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYsae7RxgFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fKf4tjmsQSU/s1600-h/Goldencore.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYsae7RxgFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fKf4tjmsQSU/s320/Goldencore.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011128128990445650&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I am currently writing a rather lengthy article on &quot;Harmonic Entrainment to the God Frequency&quot; for submission to a magazine publication in the near future. I made reference to this phrase at the end of one of my previous articles (January &#39;07 publication) and felt a need to elaborate on the topic further in a follow-up article. I wanted to post a few of the themes running throughout this next article here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information I receive comes from outside the boundaries of what is already known within my intellect and then I actively translate it. Sometimes I refer to this as &quot;Feminine Wisdom&quot;, or being &quot;Informed by Love&quot;, or the &quot;Core&quot; of our being. Translation for me occurs in the form of music, lyrics, healing energy, words, and sometimes illustrative charts for the printed page. Some have called this &quot;channeling&quot;, and it&#39;s OK with me to call it channeling - but secretly I wish I could offer a software upgrade to the collective thinking mind to allow a more relaxed definition of this intuitive activity. We could call it &quot;art&quot; - the more safe and acceptable container for such extra-curricular activities in our culture. Whatever you want to call it is fine with me. Names and labels have no effect on the actual experience of something. Anyhow, I&#39;m sure many of you can relate by having experienced a desperate attempt to translate the essence of something - something that lives beyond words - to something that the rest of us can taste, touch, see, feel or hear. Not always an easy task when the conditioned mind gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep doing what I&#39;m doing, art and/or channeling, and freely offer what I receive in order to make my contribution to the benevolent shift in consciousness that we are all in the midst of. Some of us are consciously riding this wave and others have chosen to believe in more of the &quot;WYSIWYG&quot; (what you see is what you get) approach to life. There is no right or wrong way. I say that if whatever you are doing is honestly working for you, then there&#39;s no need to fix it, right? (Just remember that &quot;honestly&quot; is the operative word here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened upon &quot;Entrainment to the God Frequency&quot; purely by accident. This was a phrase given to me upon resurfacing from a dream state a few months back. My first memory of feeling entrained in this way was when I was around 10 years old, although at the time I had no name for it. Back then I had this enormous passion to sing but couldn&#39;t carry a tune. Literally, any spare moment was dedicated to singing and learning to play the piano. I had no lessons available to me from a professional, so gradually over time I noticed that a Spirit voice coach was teaching me and making suggestions on vocal exercises that always seemed to have built-in life lessons as well. Entrainment occurred when I would land on a note that would take it from &quot;me&quot; singing the note, to something far beyond my concept of me. This was something so beautiful and so loving, and &quot;IT&quot; was singing the note &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; me. Now you might think, &quot;Oh, how nice.&quot; Understand that when I say &quot;beautiful&quot; and &quot;loving&quot;... yes it was that, but then bump that up to the 10th power. In this frequency there is no holding onto any concept of what you have experienced or once believed as &quot;loving&quot; in your everyday life. There isn&#39;t even a &quot;you&quot; anymore. I could only hold the note for a moment because the frequency was too gigantic, too much for my body to contain. So my physical body would then convulse in a way, and I would have to weep in order to release what felt like a cosmic truckload of Love that I was convinced had taken a wrong turn into me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I found that this childhood dose had only been the beginning... only a feather touch of the Divine that even at this young age had caused a complete shattering of any newly-formulating idea of who or what I thought I was, or was going to be. I learned pretty early on that resisting this level of Love could feel quite painful. So the &quot;training&quot; over the years, if you will, seemed to be that of stretching to accommodate more and more it and for longer periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 years of age I was still very much in that wonderfully honest, innocent, feeling place in life. I did mention the phenomenon to my mother at one point, and let&#39;s just suffice it to say that after that I never mentioned it again. And this was a religious woman! Sadly, I learned very quickly not to speak of such things out loud to others. So I kept my random ecstatic sound experiences to myself. It came in other ways too, but we&#39;ll stick with the voice-oriented phenomenon for this post. I can also recall very long dry spells from this ecstasy throughout my life, but I never forgot that beacon of frequency - that marker of all markers for Love. Why? Because I had felt it in my physical body. It was embedded in me there. All of this made for a difficult life in many ways - forgetting that frequency (which translates to entrainment to the conditioned view), remembering (entrainment to God), and forgetting again - but thankfully that frequency never forgot me. Just when I would lose all hope and give voice to my despair, crying out, begging for something greater to deliver me from the vice I had placed myself within, &quot;IT&quot; would return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was years later I discovered that this &quot;Entrainment to the God Frequency&quot; can occur while speaking (or shouting) feelings out loud as well. Certainly this was not directed &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; anyone. This was between me, myself, and I. And it was here I noticed that my physical body would give me the &quot;clues&quot; as to whether I was being honest with what I was saying or not. Very simply put, when you are being as honest with yourself as possible -  which is a natural state of innocence - you begin to entrain yourself to the God Frequency. The more you speak the truth, the more the mask or image of yourself begins to fade,  whereby inviting more of your True Identity, your Source, your Core Self, to be present in your everyday consciousness. In being honest about your feelings, you are literally opening the doors and practicing the embodiment of the God Frequency. I suppose one could even say that in speaking honestly, or from the heart, we are literally &quot;talking our-selves into the Truth of who we are&quot;. Incidentally, it is only then that we can even &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt; to be fully honest and fully present with others in our lives, but that is another whole article... or book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are we so conditioned to fear our feeling nature here on Earth? Because somehow we know, deep down inside, that feeling and giving voice to our &quot;bad&quot; feelings creates a movement and healing that will eventually open the floodgates of Love. Are we ready for that? I&#39;d like to remind you of that great quote about &quot;our deepest fear&quot; in Marianne Williamson&#39;s book &lt;a href=&quot;http://skdesigns.com/internet/articles/quotes/williamson/our_deepest_fear/#note&quot;&gt;&quot;A Return to Love&quot;&lt;/a&gt;, that was also used in Nelson Mandela&#39;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.darolanger.com/mandela.html&quot;&gt;1994 Inaugural Speech&lt;/a&gt;. I&#39;ve encountered it hundreds of times over the years and I never get tired of it... due to the fact that my body gives me the warm honey feeling in my heart and solar plexus area when I read it - a proven indication that it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;t1&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;qo&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;qo&quot;&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won&#39;t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It&#39;s not just in some of us; it&#39;s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;span class=&quot;qc&quot;&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;qc&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;People say that they want to have experiences of God, that they want to be &quot;enlightened&quot; and &quot;one with the Source&quot;. Just know that it may be very different from what you &quot;think&quot; it is, and hold on to your hats for the day that the God Frequency just &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;lightly&lt;/span&gt; reaches in and touches you - providing you with a &quot;felt sense&quot; of Creation. Nobody, but nobody can fully prepare you for this. Rather, they can only offer their own experiences that may possibly inspire you to invite &quot;IT&quot; in for yourself. I have been entraining my self to the SELF over the course of my entire life - not because I set out to do it, but because somehow, for some reason, these spontaneous God-Frequency &quot;drop-in reminders&quot; just happened to me over and over again. Understand that when something like this occurs, you can go one of two ways - completely mad or make a determined effort to integrate it. I do notice progress in being able to carry greater degrees of the God Frequency in my body and being, and the &quot;talking myself into it&quot; part gets shorter and shorter in duration, but it truly is a never-ending series of stretching exercises with no goal or end in sight. It&#39;s been my secret up until now, not because I wanted to keep it from anyone, but because I had no words for it, and no obvious audience. Something has changed over the past year. Perhaps my translating skills have improved, I don&#39;t know, and frankly I don&#39;t need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m writing this just a few days away from Christmas - the celebration of of the birth of Christ. Some of Jesus&#39; messages have come through the Bible pretty accurately and they are quite beautiful and inspiring. I know this because of my body&#39;s feeling indicators, not because any preacher-man said I should &quot;believe it or burn in hell&quot;. I honestly know that Jesus was present on Earth to help &quot;change our minds&quot; from fear to Love; from smallness to Grandness; from lies to Truth. He was one of many teachers to come and demonstrate these empowering Life principles; to inspire us to invite and integrate the God Frequency into our own conscious awareness on Earth. Then came religion... (What the *&amp;@# happened there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that for now. &quot;We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It&#39;s not just in some of us; it&#39;s in everyone&quot; (excerpt from the above quote). Therefore, this Christmas I shall be celebrating the birth of this Christ-Light-Glory in you and I, and every human being on this gorgeous planet we call Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Happy Holidays to all and we&#39;ll see you in the New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;This will be my last post in 2006. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2659579794074554647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=2659579794074554647&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/2659579794074554647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/2659579794074554647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/harmonic-entrainment-to-god-frequency.html' title='Harmonic Entrainment to the God Frequency'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYsae7RxgFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fKf4tjmsQSU/s72-c/Goldencore.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-3113314195238191973</id><published>2006-12-17T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYX6k7RxgEI/AAAAAAAAACE/rPUwo7Q1gr8/s1600-h/UnderSun.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYX6k7RxgEI/AAAAAAAAACE/rPUwo7Q1gr8/s320/UnderSun.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009685672814018626&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I was done writing for my new CD but this song insisted on coming over the past few days. I&#39;d like to share it here and dedicate it to my blogger friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://hereistree.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Tree&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe it&#39;s for her? I don&#39;t know. I never really know the mysteries behind songwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I&#39;m traveling to Santa Fe, New Mexico in February to record my 3rd solo CD and maybe do a few shows. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://odeo.com/flash/audio_player_gray.swf&quot; quality=&quot;high&quot; width=&quot;322&quot; height=&quot;54&quot; name=&quot;odeo_player_gray&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; allowScriptAccess=&quot;always&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot;  type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; flashvars=&quot;type=audio&amp;id=3997703&quot; pluginspage=&quot;http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer&quot; /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;font-size: 9px; padding-left: 110px; color: #f39; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none&quot; href=&quot;http://odeo.com/audio/3997703/view&quot;&gt;powered by &lt;strong&gt;ODEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/3113314195238191973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=3113314195238191973&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3113314195238191973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/3113314195238191973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/under-sun.html' title='Under the Sun'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYX6k7RxgEI/AAAAAAAAACE/rPUwo7Q1gr8/s72-c/UnderSun.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-882873770556286505</id><published>2006-12-14T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:40.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season for Receiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYGsI9Eg1FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RYPogozPCbw/s1600-h/xmasgifts.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYGsI9Eg1FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RYPogozPCbw/s200/xmasgifts.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008473530445124690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a rather unique holiday-time lesson this year - learning how to receive.  What is it about our culture that strongly influences us to &quot;close the receiving door&quot; - calling it &#39;selfish&#39; and self-centered to turn the giving machine back towards ourselves? I for one never had much in the way of role models to demonstrate the fine art of receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a company I would&#39;ve gone out of business long ago. My &#39;shipping door&#39; has always been very active. My company is great at shipping and accounts payable, while receiving and accounts receivable aren&#39;t managed very well at all. All of this has been brought to the forefront of my consciousness due to my physical body demanding that we take a closer look at these imbalances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks I have been suffering from a very painful form of tendinitis in my left shoulder. When I tuned in and asked for healing and help, I got the above message about receiving. I love how there always seems to be a teaching or message before the body will put any energy into healing and restoration. Once I &#39;get it&#39;, or a client &#39;gets it&#39;, and begins to apply what the feeling-physical body has suggested, there is a graceful movement and transformation to achieve balance once again. I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a client who said she didn&#39;t feel comfortable making a donation for a session ahead of time. She wanted proof first that my healing-guidance sessions had value to her before she pulled out her credit card. Whenever anyone asks for help, I immediately do prayer work whether they offer cash resources or not. This work isn&#39;t about money, and my guidance has made this very clear. Let&#39;s just say that my income arrives by donations, as well as in other ways - ways that have been for the most part unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Guidance, I set up a session for this person. A few minutes before the scheduled time, I did my usual meditative prayer requests and then I asked for an opportunity to receive something wonderful from the session. Long story short, I got to experience first hand what it&#39;s like to try to enter someone else&#39;s receiving department to offer a gift when the person I&#39;m working with has more defenses than Fort Knox. My work is not intellectual. I must find a feeling-heart opening in order to begin receiving guidance and wisdom to pass on to the client. Alas, there was no entry here. I stopped the session and wished her well in finding what she needed elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gift for me to experience what it must be like for Spirit interacting with me sometimes - attempting to respond to my requests with lots of incoming goodness while I&#39;m too busy and distracted with the pouring out of energy over in the shipping department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as terribly selfish as it sounds, my homework these days is to continue to ask for, and be open to an abundance of opportunities to receive. In other words, I am learning how to experience the &#39;gift&#39; of receiving graciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll keep you posted on my progress. Meanwhile, I&#39;d really love to hear from readers about their experiences around the fine art of receiving. Has this ever been an issue with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the Season for Receiving!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/882873770556286505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=882873770556286505&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/882873770556286505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/882873770556286505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/season-for-receiving.html' title='The Season for Receiving'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RYGsI9Eg1FI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RYPogozPCbw/s72-c/xmasgifts.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-488415304023536480</id><published>2006-12-11T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:40.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RX3h2BysgYI/AAAAAAAAABs/MqpcrxrgJDM/s1600-h/Rainbow.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RX3h2BysgYI/AAAAAAAAABs/MqpcrxrgJDM/s200/Rainbow.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007406679016112514&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My own soul&lt;br /&gt;Taught me how to pray.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;One day I noticed&lt;br /&gt;My passing away.&lt;br /&gt;How could I be dead&lt;br /&gt;And still be walking on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s what happens here&lt;br /&gt;In the land of opposites,&lt;br /&gt;In the &quot;land-of-the-free-&lt;br /&gt;But-only-if-you-work&quot;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pay taxes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the soul said,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Prayer is really just a way to remember&lt;br /&gt;That there is a bridge from death to Life --&lt;br /&gt;From slumber to lucidity .&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Same with singing,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing,&lt;br /&gt;Laughter,&lt;br /&gt;The movement of grief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ways to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began and always begin,&lt;br /&gt;Right where I am -&lt;br /&gt;After the usual lines of defense&lt;br /&gt;Grow weary and thin.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how things have to be dire first.&lt;br /&gt;We become dismayed by&lt;br /&gt;Signs of our own decay&lt;br /&gt;And finally cry out.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully there is something within&lt;br /&gt;That wants to live.&lt;br /&gt;There is something within&lt;br /&gt;That knows what Life is.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the soul really does&lt;br /&gt;Hear the call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call that &#39;God&#39; or &#39;Angels&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Or something &#39;otherly&#39; like that.&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;It was my own soul&lt;br /&gt;That taught me how to pray&lt;br /&gt;My self awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/488415304023536480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=488415304023536480&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/488415304023536480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/488415304023536480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/imagine-that.html' title='Imagine That'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RX3h2BysgYI/AAAAAAAAABs/MqpcrxrgJDM/s72-c/Rainbow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-9062121557271345320</id><published>2006-12-06T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:40.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blobs &amp; Floaters on the Screen of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.stlukeseye.com/Anatomy.asp&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXYgPeG-C8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qXBbL15tI8U/s200/eye_emmetrop.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005223486021307330&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;floater |ˈflōtər| |ˌfloʊdər| |ˌfləʊtə|&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;• a loose particle within the eyeball that is apparent in one&#39;s field of vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own opthamologist told me last year not to concern myself with floaters. They are apparently quite common. So while at first I was alarmed, I eventually got used to having and accepting my own personal UFO fly-bys when I look at a book, a blank screen, a wall, or the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Apparent in one&#39;s field of vision&quot; from the above definition is important. No other person can see our floaters. They may lay claim to their own, but only we can see our own floaters. (For those young&#39;uns who don&#39;t know what I&#39;m talking about, I hope you never have them, but for some of us they showed up in the late thirties and early forties.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this may sound rudimentary and obvious, but I was setting things up for my big analogy... unacknowledged feelings are like having floaters without the understanding that their source lies within. If I don&#39;t understand that floaters are coming from my own retinal issues, I&#39;m setting myself up for trouble. With this fundamental misperception, I might have the tendency to become fearful of these dark blobs that seem to appear on other people and things in my outer world. And with this misunderstanding, I might run like hell to escape them! But an interesting thing happens when we try to run away from our own misperceptions, from our own glaring blobs. It&#39;s not long after we escape &quot;the old, or past blobs&quot; that we settle down into a new environment with seemingly new, fresh and blob-less faces (blobs are temporarily suspended from view in the state of eros) that we are filled with the feeling of, &quot;Now, finally, everything will be wonderful!&quot; In other words, our future looks bright. But sooner or later those pesky blobs start appearing again. And then you may ask yourself, why do I continue to attract people into my life that have these moving gray/black blobs on them? We can see the ridiculousness of this with the idea of retinal floaters, so why is it not as obvious for us to see the floaters or blobs of our unexpressed feelings for what they are?  We all know this one... &quot;This isn&#39;t my fault! After all, you&#39;re the one with a blob on your face!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXcfLhysgWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jaJkr9YA2co/s1600-h/projector.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXcfLhysgWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jaJkr9YA2co/s200/projector.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005503793755619682&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We could also use the film projector/screen analogy here as well. Whatever feelings that remain tucked away in what you have convinced yourself is a safe, secret hideaway, will in fact eventually get broadcast onto the screen of your life. This is especially so now with Creation frequency (light) being broadcast into our reality at an ever-increasing rate. Imagine the Light of Creation pouring through you from behind. You are the projector and lens. How clean is your lens? Got any floaters? Whatever is on your lens is going to block or create an even more contrasting shadowy effect on your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go to a movie and immerse ourselves into the plot, the characters, and the scenery, we may temporarily lose ourselves in the story, but we do have the overall understanding that this is a story that someone else wrote and produced into an audio-visual form that we can all experience in this way. Most of us who consider ourselves sane, would never think of standing up in the theater and trying to intervene with the plot or the characters, or take off running across the beautiful field of spring flowers with the frolicking young starlets on the screen. We sit quietly and enjoy the unfolding of someone else&#39;s story. We call it &quot;entertainment&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about your story? Perhaps you don&#39;t consider yourself a filmmaker or producer, but really you are. You watch your own story unfold every day of your life. In most stories we are accustomed to having a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning seems to come about out of our history, or the past. The end seems to be about just that - the imagined end or &#39;suggestion&#39; of the future of our story. What I&#39;d like to direct your attention to is the middle of your story, or what is occurring for you right now in this moment. You can&#39;t truly live in the beginning of your story, or in the ending of it for that matter. In reality you can only live now - the place where the perceptions of beginnings and endings is always changing; the place where your Source, or Light, comes pouring through. We are all projectors of consciousness. If there is something blocking the projection, or the passing through of pure Love, it will be made visible in your story on your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, we can become convinced that someone else&#39;s story or interpretation of life is true as well. Remember the old 1950&#39;s horror flick&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://imdb.com/title/tt0051418/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXYcWeG-C6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/058-S01GBqQ/s200/blob.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005219208233880482&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; called &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/title/tt0051418/&quot;&gt;The Blob&lt;/a&gt;&quot;? (Steve McQueen&#39;s first big starring role.) I remember being absolutely terrified watching that as a child in the 70&#39;s. It was a horror film then, while today it is more of a comedy to me. Why is that? As a child I suppose everything is interpreted as &#39;real&#39;. The point is, this was definitely someone else&#39;s scary story - someone else&#39;s projection onto the screen. I bought it. I thought it was real. Yet today that same blob monster on the screen makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to say that never once - even before I learned about what a floater was - did I actually think that those floaters belonged to others, but you get my drift. My opthamologist pretty much said, &quot;Get used to it.&quot; So I have. I&#39;ve gone from, &quot;What the hell is that?&quot; to smiling about the &#39;joys&#39; of aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;Floaters are painless and harmless. Your brain learns to ignore them, so they seem less bothersome and eventually settle to the bottom of the vitreous.&quot; -- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.courier-journal.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20061130/FEATURES03/611300306/1012/FEATURES&quot;&gt;courier-journal.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;So the moral of the story is, bring on the light and don&#39;t take yourself so seriously that you  can&#39;t acknowledge your own floaters and blobs. Feelings must be spoken to be seen for what they are - harmless floating debris. Acknowledging your feelings leads you back to the present moment, or the middle of your story. And that&#39;s where we can let it go and let it all settle to the bottom of the vitreous (whatever that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can accept the fact that our screens will always have varying degrees of a brightness and shadowy effect because that is the nature of a dualistic world. As the light grows in intensity we can choose to remain unconscious, afraid, and seemingly at the mercy of these blobs (complete with dramatic orchestral theme music), or we can choose to be conscious, alive, and simply play with this amazing dance of light. After all, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt; the light, the projector, the lens, the screen, the theater, the actors and all of the props. Smile... and enjoy the show!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/9062121557271345320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=9062121557271345320&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/9062121557271345320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/9062121557271345320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/blobs-floaters-on-screen-of-life.html' title='Blobs &amp; Floaters on the Screen of Life'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXYgPeG-C8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/qXBbL15tI8U/s72-c/eye_emmetrop.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28844675.post-2064212677121531314</id><published>2006-12-02T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:41.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXNbv-G-C4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIRVgpxDdI4/s1600-h/hell.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXNbv-G-C4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIRVgpxDdI4/s200/hell.jpeg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004444490622962562&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of us are familiar with the phrase, &quot;choosing love or fear&quot;. This is a significant phrase to me because it changed my life back in the early 90&#39;s. Before I was aware of this phrase in my everyday world, it was given to me in a particularly terrifying event that some refer to as &quot;alien abduction&quot;. Incidentally, I&#39;ve never liked that term. It&#39;s more like having someone turn your TV (programming) off for you and then lift you off of the sofa of your human comfort zone to then interact with a greater sense of reality and the consciousness  that resides or has a point of reference there. So for the time being I prefer the temporary labeling of &quot;experiencer&quot; or &quot;contactee&quot; with More.  It was terrifying initially, but the message given to me in the interaction helped me to &#39;grow out of &#39; the fear. I was informed in this particular interaction, as journaled in May of 1991, that I had a choice in how I could experience this &quot;meeting&quot; - I could choose Love or I could choose fear. I chose Love. There were many uncomfortable incidents like this that came before, but every incident that followed began with only a minimal amount of discomfort, which I learned to consciously recognize as the first clue that pure Love was calling, knocking on my door yet again. And each time that I consciously opened the door, I was brought to an ecstatic state of Oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand now that &quot;love or fear&quot; was a translation into human terms for me at this particular time/space focus. Sometimes &#39;heavenly&#39; translations into a more dense view of the world are not exactly accurate, but serve the purpose of getting a point across in that moment. Translation from a larger view is a sort of trans-dimensional reach into a more densely focused reality to inspire and encourage a raising of consciousness (also my definition of art). And I found that these moments of opportunity ultimately lead to new moments where we can continue to embrace a more expanded level of conscious awareness or a larger sense of the truth of who we are. In May of 1991 I responded to this &quot;meeting with a greater awareness&quot; by choosing Love. I let go of my resistance to it, thereby initiating an ongoing conscious dance with Love, which surprisingly did not lead me away from my earth experience, but rather led me towards the embodiment of Love in human form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The larger truth that evolved out of the original &quot;choosing love or fear&quot; phrase, led me to&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXNcM-G-C5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1NcUbhMc49E/s1600-h/devilandjesus.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXNcM-G-C5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1NcUbhMc49E/s200/devilandjesus.jpeg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004444988839168914&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; embrace something more like this: &quot;choosing between Love and resistance to Love&quot;. I became aware that it wasn&#39;t so much of an either/or decision, but rather the knowing that Love is all there is. Resistance to Love is what produces a fearful or anxious state that we then project onto other as &quot;evil&quot;. And, make no mistake about it, resistance to Love also sets us up to project power, authority, and &#39;goodness&#39; onto &#39;other&#39; as well. Cutting ourselves off from this Central Source sets up something to the effect of a closed circuit system - one that receives no new or larger-view input. Therefore, we remain &#39;comfortably numb&#39; in this unnatural state until painful events are introduced into what we once &#39;thought&#39; to be a manageable system - strongly encouraging us to grow up and out of the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d like to take a couple of famous quotes about fear and replace it with my new-found translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt; is not the natural state of civilized people.&quot; --Aung San Suu Kyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becomes, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Resistance to Love&lt;/span&gt; is not the natural state of civilized people.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &quot;Feel the &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; and do it anyway.&quot; --Susan Jeffers&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becomes, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Feel the resistance of Love&lt;/span&gt; and allow it anyway.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing. I&#39;ve noticed recently in watching mainstream TV that the &quot;idea&quot; of embracing your feelings (which every human being is aware on some level is ultimately &quot;feeling where we resist Love&quot;), is becoming popular. When these &#39;ideas&#39; are discussed on &quot;Oprah&quot;, &quot;Ellen&quot;, and the &quot;Larry King&quot; shows, we know that something has shifted in a big way. I celebrate this when I see it. I also become aware that feeling our fears (resistance to Love) and discussing our fears are two very different things. I understand that this is how humans evolve - slowly new &quot;ideas&quot; are introduced and then we have discussions about them and around them by the &quot;leading experts&quot; or &quot;authorities&quot; in psychology, theology, science, etc. This seems to give everyday folk like us a certain sense of &#39;permission&#39; to discuss it around the water cooler because we heard it on TV or read it in a NY Times Bestseller book. Then comes integration. These &quot;ideas&quot; can be integrated into our vast books of knowledge from the intellectual perspective, to be filed away for future reference and pontification, but true evolution occurs when we integrate and fully accept or &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; these ideas by embodying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will make the leap from from talking about feeling and knowing in the form of concepts that we volley to and fro, to FEELING and KNOWING on an experiential level - a level that invites the physical body to be a powerful friend and ally in this evolution of the Divine Human. There are no scholarly or practical &#39;experts&#39; on the planet that can do this for you. As fun as it is to project our fears (resistance to Love) as well as our power and authority onto others, slowly but surely throughout history we have been backing our limited view of the self into the proverbial corner of consciousness to fully feel where we resist Love, acknowledge it, let the resistance go, and   allow our Central Power to be present here and now. (Previously being the &quot;idea&quot; of power that we have been intellectually volleying as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are smiling and nodding now as you read because you know by heart what I am attempting to express in words. For those who have an &quot;idea&quot; that they might be headed for an evolutionary upgrade in consciousness, I can&#39;t tell you what that will look like for you, but I can tell you from my experience that it&#39;s crazy beautiful. And it will transform not only you, and the image that you have of you, but it will magically (naturally) transform the collective world around you. And this is the evolutionary collective consciousness transformation that the great civilizations of past have foretold - preparing us for this exciting change through their art, symbol, and story. This is the transformation that so many of us have been waiting for. And it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  And the angel said unto them, Fear not [resist not Love]: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. --Luke 2:10&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you feel afraid, remind yourself that this is simply a clue that Love is calling. These days I like to encourage folks to consciously turn off the TV (program), get up off of the sofa, and open the door that leads directly to More.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/feeds/2064212677121531314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28844675&amp;postID=2064212677121531314&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/2064212677121531314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28844675/posts/default/2064212677121531314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsaloud.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-is-calling.html' title='Love is Calling'/><author><name>Em Meyer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02415232051091301630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/SttsJTftmnI/AAAAAAAAALw/K2ydAtgFZgQ/S220/EMeyerColor2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ek6n7eQDEI/RXNbv-G-C4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIRVgpxDdI4/s72-c/hell.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>