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Brett Riley.


Join The Movement..</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://forgettheformula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://forgettheformula.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Brett Riley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfPMjJACRVc/SkLFLaTXfLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q1T9i8iLB64/S220/DSC_8536.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ForgetTheFormula" /><feedburner:info uri="forgettheformula" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQERXY6fCp7ImA9Wx9WF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413690321619593642.post-7923020824594109890</id><published>2011-01-22T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:48:24.814-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-22T17:48:24.814-08:00</app:edited><title>What Makes Me Tick?</title><content type="html">It is hard for anyone to see the big picture as often anymore because all we see are snippets, we have become the generation of snippets.  Everything has become a spot judgement from a clip that we have seen once.  Technological advances have also diminished the human deduction process of information.  People are unable to see or hear the whole story if they are only focusing on a sentence because of a behavioral pattern that we unaware are training ourselves to do with our abbreviated view, due to technology advances.  The reason I harp on the subject of consciousness and presence is because of the deep rooted restlessness I have felt my whole life growing up in a fast advancing world with a majority of the population not aware that they aren’t keeping pace mentally with the progression of modern blessings.  Ignorance of progress is the equivalent of missing the last train home in my personal estimation.  Entitlement to things that have been present in your enviroment because of birth and not because of effort or work put in, is the downfall of our current american mental structure.  It is affecting our daily lives and happiness in the form of social dischord and fear of all things misunderstood.  I am an optimist however, I believe in the human brains ability to adapt and reprogram when the world around it has become unintellegent.  A large groups mental state can’t improve without the perserverance of individuals striving for progress.  “Forget The Formula” is a way for me to show people that you don’t have to enter every situation with a pre-conceived notion.  You can confidently interact with world around you as it happens and actually gain a feeling of peace and relief in having presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413690321619593642-7923020824594109890?l=forgettheformula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o-or_IcrMbrE5R327BuJG01uPls/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/o-or_IcrMbrE5R327BuJG01uPls/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ForgetTheFormula/~4/ZXjLWobxKLE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://forgettheformula.blogspot.com/feeds/178944559168791724/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://forgettheformula.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-moment-with-family.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413690321619593642/posts/default/178944559168791724?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4413690321619593642/posts/default/178944559168791724?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ForgetTheFormula/~3/ZXjLWobxKLE/this-is-moment-with-family.html" title="This Is A Moment with Family." /><author><name>Brett Riley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfPMjJACRVc/SkLFLaTXfLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q1T9i8iLB64/S220/DSC_8536.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://forgettheformula.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-moment-with-family.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CQXk-fip7ImA9WxFXEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413690321619593642.post-3312200847834756090</id><published>2010-05-17T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T06:46:00.756-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-17T06:46:00.756-07:00</app:edited><title>Where I'm Coming From.</title><content type="html">I am the oldest of 3 and have also been extremely outwardly expressive since birth.  I have always had a habit of trying to make friends with people in my adult life by making people laugh or feel good by the skill that the Lord gave me, because I grew up in a normal American family, where the communication is bogged down by guilt, fear , regret, or just having doubts.  I want to be able to make people say that I am one of the hardest working people when it comes to the thoughtfulness I put into existing and interacting with my fellow humans and in the process giving people hope that they can do anything that is their passion by announcing in a constant manner “Believing Makes Reality.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do get offended when my journey to my dreams is questioned merely because of it’s amount of difficulty or the distance of it’s scope compared to the surroundings of my childhood opportunity.  I have had anxiety my whole life because of my want for others respect and validation in a profession that is measured on a made up scale that the media inundates the public with on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just want to be involved in personal relationships that are loving and positive, and not the relationships that I grew up with, which are judgmental, and doubting.  My grandma Margaret, my Dad Steve’s Mom, just past away.  This has been a turning point in my life.  I had a rock spiritually that has passed on to the heaven she taught me about, that I can rely on God even when the world around me doesn’t see my same vision as long as my relationship with him is constant,  I am a person that has taken the path that my prayers have told me.  I know we differ because we are human.  I respect practical, organized, and well thought out process in which others work.  Respect me.  Cause It will be reciprocated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4413690321619593642-3312200847834756090?l=forgettheformula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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