<?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-7353706007824029114</id><updated>2024-09-16T12:21:47.543+10:00</updated><category term="body"/><category term="career"/><category term="change"/><category term="courage"/><category term="intolerances"/><category term="life path"/><category term="purpose"/><category term="strengths"/><category term="tips"/><category term="11:11"/><category term="addiction"/><category term="alkalising"/><category term="cosmetics"/><category term="decorating"/><category term="denial"/><category term="dis-ease"/><category term="girl power"/><category term="healing"/><category term="identity"/><category term="inner girl"/><category term="meaning"/><category term="meditation"/><category term="natural beauty"/><category term="sustainability"/><category term="unemployment"/><category term="wheat"/><category term="work"/><category term="your story"/><title type='text'>inner beam</title><subtitle type='html'>the eternal light within</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-1203172011244470764</id><published>2012-02-05T11:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-03-16T17:04:30.763+11:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meditation"/><title type='text'>Lectio Divinia, ah huh.</title><content type='html'>Last week I went and sold off some of my old books to a second-hand book store, whilst I was in there I picked up a couple of newbies. One titled &#39;Broken Body, Healing Spirit- Lectio Divinia and Living With Illness&#39;. The &#39;broken body, healing spirit&#39;&amp;nbsp;spoke to me, so&amp;nbsp;I took the book home. I proceeded to just about read the book in one sitting, becoming so intrigued in the concept that I gave it a try instantly.&amp;nbsp;Following&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;initial experience I was&amp;nbsp;impressed and felt sure that&amp;nbsp;I had to write about it. It&#39;s a simple practice, yet provides a map of how to go about daily reflection and to create&amp;nbsp;space for&amp;nbsp;listening to our body. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lectio Divinia is approached in stages as follows:&amp;nbsp;silence, reading, meditating, praying and contemplating. For anyone like myself, who may be a little offput by the word &lt;em&gt;praying&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I know&amp;nbsp;the word probably has religous connotations for most, but if you like you can borrow my view,&amp;nbsp;that prayer&amp;nbsp;means &#39;focussed intent&#39;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s the map: &lt;br /&gt;
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Silence: Sit still and take time to be aware of your body, to feel it. Observe your breath, become aware of the stillness and presence within. This is a time to make yourself available to yourself, to invite grace into your experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reading: The concept is that you read something that is sacred to you, the book I read uses the bible, however you might have poems, blogs or other texts which are sacred to you. Read a passage and allow for a word or passage to resonate, to become your focus for meditation on this day. The question is, what do these words say to me today? What comes up for me?&lt;br /&gt;
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Meditation: Once a word or phrase has captured your heart, stop reading and allow the words to become the source of contemplation, &#39;meditatio&#39; today. Allow stirrings, thoughts, images, feelings etc. to arise as you rest on these words. Allow them to ignite whatever it is that needs to appear for you in this moment. &lt;br /&gt;
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Prayer: From that which has emerged during meditation, choose an image or word or feeling that you wish to take forward into the day through focussed intention. It&#39;s encouraged that your prayer move beyond yourself to encompass others, perhaps those experiencing something similar to you or the people who support and help with the particular illness or difficulties you face. A prayer can be as simple as &#39;I am supported in healing my fears, I only choose experiences that nurture me. May all those who experience illness know peace&#39;. It may also be a single sentence to affirm or taken from scripture or your favourite book of healing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Contemplation: Allow yourself to rest here in this space, allowing yourself to be as you are, to feel supported and nurtured and in the presence of the divine/all that is/god/buddha (and the list goes on).&lt;br /&gt;
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Would love to hear from you if you try it out or have done something similar.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/1203172011244470764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2012/02/lectio-divinia-ah-huh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/1203172011244470764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/1203172011244470764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2012/02/lectio-divinia-ah-huh.html' title='Lectio Divinia, ah huh.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-7541283898347966623</id><published>2012-01-12T14:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:11:31.302+11:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural beauty"/><title type='text'>Hey, sweet lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-sA07KmqHwlqdWaNLiYGHmlkPs_Zuy0L0ueMVDuTSshoA4Gqtk2gDduvHxTzgLwvQn_Jjx4TWi9hQtwI5q-ur6NP6aa_Y7LIImBoWSl0abfdqmH1yIzHPaghw-w9kVfDMo_DFX75HiB4/s1600/honey+lips.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-sA07KmqHwlqdWaNLiYGHmlkPs_Zuy0L0ueMVDuTSshoA4Gqtk2gDduvHxTzgLwvQn_Jjx4TWi9hQtwI5q-ur6NP6aa_Y7LIImBoWSl0abfdqmH1yIzHPaghw-w9kVfDMo_DFX75HiB4/s1600/honey+lips.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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While&amp;nbsp;I am currently not eating sugar and sweet stuff like honey for the sake of my health, I have found another use for the deliciously natural sweetener, honey. I find that my lips become chapped all to easily, so I&#39;ve found a solution which I want to share with you,&amp;nbsp;for we all deserve&amp;nbsp;luscious and soft lips.&lt;br /&gt;
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How to:&lt;br /&gt;
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Smother your lips in honey, leave on as long as you can resist licking it off, 10 minutes is ideal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Take an old clean toothbrush and wet, then gently rub your lips with it to exfoliate. &lt;br /&gt;
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Rinse with cold water, pat dry and apply your most nourishing lip balm- I like paw paw ointment or Dr Bronner&#39;s beeswax lipgloss. &lt;br /&gt;
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Voila, lusciously plump lips.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/7541283898347966623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2012/01/while-am-currently-not-eating-sugar-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/7541283898347966623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/7541283898347966623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2012/01/while-am-currently-not-eating-sugar-and.html' title='Hey, sweet lips'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-sA07KmqHwlqdWaNLiYGHmlkPs_Zuy0L0ueMVDuTSshoA4Gqtk2gDduvHxTzgLwvQn_Jjx4TWi9hQtwI5q-ur6NP6aa_Y7LIImBoWSl0abfdqmH1yIzHPaghw-w9kVfDMo_DFX75HiB4/s72-c/honey+lips.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-500536830678312384</id><published>2012-01-02T15:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T15:29:14.958+11:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cosmetics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="decorating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sustainability"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tips"/><title type='text'>Just a little shabby-chic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyMYjcxMRC2y3LB2hcESYMkdFtBrBmOKY9u8phTVALG9yCwYGmaWJtCc_4CFIR2XjvXRAD-lO36_Ir0gI73C2L_byKPAi56qwiwn40BWai5_Q9r8egkhpl7BqNTEEec_i9FjCd3A5qVE/s1600/shabby_chic+outdoors.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyMYjcxMRC2y3LB2hcESYMkdFtBrBmOKY9u8phTVALG9yCwYGmaWJtCc_4CFIR2XjvXRAD-lO36_Ir0gI73C2L_byKPAi56qwiwn40BWai5_Q9r8egkhpl7BqNTEEec_i9FjCd3A5qVE/s1600/shabby_chic+outdoors.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hiya friendly faces, I&#39;m nervously here to blog. Since when did I become so nervous about blogging? Hmm, it happens now and again, but lately I&#39;ve had a big dose of writers block/writer&#39;s performance anxiety. I asked my inner wise owl about this, I asked who am I to blog? Can&#39;t people read the same kinda stuff I write elsewhere, probably written more eloquently or with a greater humour than here on inner beam?&amp;nbsp;My answer to this doubt&amp;nbsp;is Yes...and No. Pretty much the same kind of content is repeated&amp;nbsp;across the world wide web, but each blog has it&#39;s own unique slant, and I know that I don&#39;t mind reading the same kind of thing said differently when it is a topic of interest to me. My wise one said none of that, that was just me making that up now, my own logic. What the wise owl actually said is: What if you did it for no-one other than your self? What if it was simply a purely pleasurable indulgence to write? No agenda, no need to fulfill, yours alone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Hmm, I can blog, for my own pleasure only, to fulfill my own need to express and play with words and record something of interest to me- just for me? Yup, it&#39;s true, I&#39;m not wasting anyone&#39;s time or space, there&#39;s plenty here for everyone, and if any one decides they want to check out what my flavour of the moment is then they can, at no cost to themselves. Sounds reasonable, sounds wise. &lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s how I got here today, thanks to the wise owl who lives within (or on my shoulder?), whom admittedly I don&#39;t consult with enough, and today I am going to indulge myself in a little sharing of my latest joy- thinking green. I have been having an awesome time playing with creating things out of mostly cheap and re-cycled or green-ish things. For example, I&#39;ve spent about&amp;nbsp;100 bucks re-decorating inside and out with materials &amp;amp; cushions from the op-shop, and some cheap bits and pieces from the big stores, I&#39;m so stoked with my &#39;shabby-chic&#39; improvements around the house &amp;amp; it feels so good because I know I didn&#39;t break the bank.&amp;nbsp;Rather than buying into cosumerist thinking I actually &#39;rescued&#39; pre-loved bits and pieces from antique shops and op-shops. My money-minded man was also really impressed, so I have had quite the inner beam glow about me&amp;nbsp;as I enjoy my new look loungeroom, deck &amp;amp; meditation space. &lt;br /&gt;
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I also made myself a new lipgloss the other day, it cost me, nothing. I had a little pot that used to have eyeshadow in it, I squeezed some paw paw ointment (lip gloss) in and then added some mineral eye-shadow, a deep earthy red colour and some white for a shimmery effect, it came out looking like chocolate- which was fine with me. I delighted in asking the bf if he liked my new lip gloss...and then how much he though it cost, following his guess-timate with a proud- ha, no, it was free!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So much more fun to be had, I just need to find myself a few different colours of mineral eye-shadow and some more pots or tubes to put it in &amp;amp; I will have lots of different glosses to play with- for cheap &amp;amp; of no harm to me or my precious body.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s all for now, if you have any beauty/decorating tips please do leave a comment, I am thirsty for new ideas &amp;amp; to keep exploring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy New Year!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/500536830678312384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-little-shabby-chic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/500536830678312384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/500536830678312384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-little-shabby-chic.html' title='Just a little shabby-chic'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyMYjcxMRC2y3LB2hcESYMkdFtBrBmOKY9u8phTVALG9yCwYGmaWJtCc_4CFIR2XjvXRAD-lO36_Ir0gI73C2L_byKPAi56qwiwn40BWai5_Q9r8egkhpl7BqNTEEec_i9FjCd3A5qVE/s72-c/shabby_chic+outdoors.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-1832457493657061543</id><published>2011-10-06T16:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:24:17.735+11:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life path"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="purpose"/><title type='text'>The Truth Between the Polarities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41ic-3G0p7mCPx0QreUpZU3R2wyZm5jLBs1svDODZdvrWK_3bXf0NoxMAkF582Rym4z8fHKHp5k3LTbfk0h8ChHZcz_hEiOspAYiedfUj6ORfrM9nCU0thJcWLY4xy5s3iF7bfZSt4iI/s1600/tug+of+war.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;107&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41ic-3G0p7mCPx0QreUpZU3R2wyZm5jLBs1svDODZdvrWK_3bXf0NoxMAkF582Rym4z8fHKHp5k3LTbfk0h8ChHZcz_hEiOspAYiedfUj6ORfrM9nCU0thJcWLY4xy5s3iF7bfZSt4iI/s320/tug+of+war.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve arrived here today because it feels right, I feel like I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to write, what better place than here?&amp;nbsp; Today I&#39;m taking a big bite and trusting that I can chew it. This week I had a realisation/awareness come upon me. I became conscious of&amp;nbsp;a polarity I entertain when it comes to my &#39;work&#39;; work doesn&#39;t sit comfortably as a description, perhaps it would be more accurate to call it my vocation. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Vocation:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;impulse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;inclination&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;activity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot;&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;hotword&quot; name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The word vocation originated in the 1400s and meant a call or summons, it can be used in terms of a religious or spiritual calling too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;I have a degree in Social Work and this is the work that has allowed me to put food on the table and pay my bills, it is a currency of work&amp;nbsp;that the society I live in understands and accepts. There is a degree you can complete to be qualified and mainstream employers such as hospitals and schools accept it as valid. Social Work is a profession recognised by the government as professional and legitimate,&amp;nbsp;therefore when people pay me to help them as a Social Worker, they are eligible for a rebate from the government. Likewise, when I work for an organisation the people who come to see me usually receive the service for free, because the Government funds it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;On the other hand, part of my vocation makes me little to&amp;nbsp;no money. I am also called&amp;nbsp;to write, to share my story and knowledge with others, to assist them to brighten their own inner light as well as to offer support and guidance to individuals when they&amp;nbsp;reach out&amp;nbsp;to me. I feel called to practice a form of hands on healing called Reiki, which I currently do very little of. It could make some money, but not likely the kind that pays bills AND feeds me and it&#39;s not as stable as the wages I receive for Social Work.&amp;nbsp;You can be assured the Government would not support me to provide a free hands on healing service to people in need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;So here&#39;s the thing, the polarity I&#39;ve just become aware of, an inner voice (my mind?) tells me that there&#39;s not enough people in Social Work, more needs to be done and it is really important that I give it my all, because that&#39;s what the world requires of me, my all being given to doing the best I can within our government structures, to help people who are really needy, who couldn&#39;t afford the service if it weren&#39;t for the Government funding. Hearing this I feel stressed, pressured and disappointed (this means there&#39;s room for growth).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;On the other hand, when it comes to my writing, Reiki and providing support and guidance to those who reach out to me through my blog or in person, this same voice tells me that not only can I not make any real living out of this, but that the world does not need this from me. It tells me, that the world is already full enough of wonderful healers, life coaches, metaphysicians etc. It tells me that there is plenty available and I have nothing new to offer. Listening to this is&amp;nbsp;disappointing, disheartening, crushing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;Isn&#39;t it interesting that this polarity exists in relation to my vocation, I wonder what the truth of it all is, what I have to learn here. A friend has shared her similar story with me, and from that I understood that in this polarity is an excellent question. It asks me, if I am to do what I feel called to do, how can I ensure I do it in a way that is not the same as anyone else, that feels true to me and who I am and will therefore offer something that does not yet exist? I&#39;m sitting with this, I don&#39;t feel like I need answers just yet. I am simply&amp;nbsp;relieved to have finally heard the question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name=&quot;hotword&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; cursor: default;&quot;&gt;What about you, can you think of any polarities you might be entertaining? Is there a valuable hidden question disguised as disappointment, stress or low self-confidence? I&#39;d be interested to hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/1832457493657061543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/10/truth-between-polarities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/1832457493657061543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/1832457493657061543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/10/truth-between-polarities.html' title='The Truth Between the Polarities'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41ic-3G0p7mCPx0QreUpZU3R2wyZm5jLBs1svDODZdvrWK_3bXf0NoxMAkF582Rym4z8fHKHp5k3LTbfk0h8ChHZcz_hEiOspAYiedfUj6ORfrM9nCU0thJcWLY4xy5s3iF7bfZSt4iI/s72-c/tug+of+war.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-5904144141628272643</id><published>2011-09-20T10:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:55:38.408+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="addiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intolerances"/><title type='text'>My addiction</title><content type='html'>Coffee, it&#39;s the devil, I suspect. It&#39;s fair to say I&#39;ve been getting to know the devil intimately in recent months, the more I have, the more I want. They call that an addiction, I hate that word, I like to think I&#39;m above it, that my willlpower is so superior that the word does not exist in my world. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am not above addiction. I am addicted to coffee, again, *sigh*. Last time I gave up coffee I did it so half heartedly that I can&#39;t recall whether it was 2 or 3 days I &#39;gave up&#39; for. While I had a thyroid condition I didn&#39;t dare drink coffee, I was already jittery and overstimulated enough, so I didn&#39;t really drink the stuff for&amp;nbsp;10 months or so. I survived without coffee easily. I had bigger issues, I was drinking herbal concoctions and freshly squeezed juices and&amp;nbsp;swallowing more pills than you can&amp;nbsp;count on your hands&amp;nbsp;in a desperate attempt to &#39;win back&#39; my health. I decided I would treat my body real nice and in return it might forgive me for my sins and health would be free to enter back into my life. This was before I knew that the true cause of my illness was actually iodine poisoning, that put a different spin on things. I then became detox focussed &amp;amp; decided it was also a matter of &#39;waiting it out&#39; until my body found it&#39;s own balance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward many months and I&amp;nbsp;was feeling better but not great, not yet able to work but not content to lie on the couch all day either. What could I do with my time? Going out for a really good coffee and perhaps a read of the paper or some cafe style blogging became a new past time, I loved it. I wasn&#39;t doing it every day but probably every second or third. I would have just the one coffee, a treat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward another couple of months and I&#39;m bored and feeling worthless,&amp;nbsp;disturbed by not feeling that&amp;nbsp;I was making a contribution to society (a value of mine). Depression was a knockin&#39; on my door. The answer? I got myself a job, which created an issue for me as fatigue became an uncomfortable part of my day.&amp;nbsp; I felt myself a little bored and quite tired, I started to reach for the coffee, just one a day with a couple of black teas to supplement. I also sought out a little bit of sugar, just a little bit. Things were changing, vege juice drinking and a sugar free life were taking a step back while sugar and coffee stepped forward. &#39;We can make you feel better instantly&#39; my old mates caffeine and sugar said. &#39;Don&#39;t we make your work day so much more bearable?&#39; they asked, inviting me to trust them, to make them my new allies. What&#39;s the harm, I told myself, it&#39;s just a little bit...and &#39;everyone does it&#39;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh the naivety, or the willingness turn a blind eye, it is dangerous. Fast forward 3 months and here I sit, in bed, taking the day off, after crashing out big time on a coffee and sugar binge. On Sunday I enjoyed a couple of glasses of bubbly, some yummy coffee and a piece of cake and some chocolate- it was a party and I knew my time was soon up in terms of eating sugar and drinking coffee, so I made the most of it. Little did I know that&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;end of my shenanigans was near, in fact, TOMORROW. After my &#39;party girl&#39; antics on Sunday I woke up on Monday,&amp;nbsp;not having had&amp;nbsp;enough sleep, my body already set up to fail, in terms of my adrenal glands being overworked and my blood sugar levels compromised. &lt;br /&gt;
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I felt tired driving to work, once at work I continued to feel tired, I sat in a meeting and noticed anxiety coming up, it felt like my blood sugars were dropping (so early in the morning??).&amp;nbsp; I went to lunch at 1 where I ordered a protein packed lunch, which came rather slowly, I enjoyed a coffee as I waited. I still felt so tired, lunch came, I ate and looked at the cakes cabinet, which one might I have? I ordered a little slice and decided I&#39;d best have a coffee to go with it, it wouldn&#39;t hurt because I was so tired (delusional thinking). &lt;br /&gt;
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Upon finishing my lunch and coffees and sugar I felt weak, I was still so tired, I felt anxious and foggy headed. I just needed to go home, so I did. The rest of the afternoon was awful, I felt so sick and so tired and anxious at times, it was a rollercoaster of adrenaline and peaks and valleys in my blood sugar levels. I tried to keep snacking on healthful foods to rid of the symptoms. I recognised what had happened, I had been &#39;using&#39; these drugs, sugar and caffeine for months now, they&#39;d become an increasingly regular part of my life and they were draining me of my energy as they dropped me lower and lower than before. The sugar was taking essential minerals from my body in order to become whole so as it could be digested in my body. It was messing with my pancreas and who knows what else, it was affecting my mood greatly- sugar blues, yeah. The coffee had been creating a false sense of energy, using up more and more of my reserves, overworking my adrenals and leaving me emptier than before with every cup. I KNOW all of this and the dangers associated with these &#39;drugs&#39;, I have experienced it before, my body is sensitive. Why on earth do I get sucked in?&lt;br /&gt;
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Today it stops, today I rest in bed, allowing my reserves to re-build, I am committed to finding new ways to support my own energy and to find joy in places other than coffee and cake. Wish me strength....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/5904144141628272643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-name-is-sarah-and-i-am-coffee-addict.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/5904144141628272643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/5904144141628272643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-name-is-sarah-and-i-am-coffee-addict.html' title='My addiction'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-4698119961308863717</id><published>2011-08-20T12:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T12:17:00.323+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11:11"/><title type='text'>The 11:11 Phenomena</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of or experienced the 11:11 phenonema? There are many people who see the numbers 11:11 regularly, for example street numbers, hotel rooms&amp;nbsp;or on their computer, mobile phone or&amp;nbsp;clock; this&amp;nbsp;blog is for those of you who have experienced this and want to know more!&lt;br /&gt;
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I started seeing 11:11 a couple of years ago now, I would look at the clock and it was 11:11, or send an e-mail and the time was 11:11. The feeling I get when I see 11:11 is that everything is ok and will continue to be;&amp;nbsp;it gives me the sense that there&#39;s order in the Universe, however chaotic it may seem. Seeing the numbers 11:11 almost every day, if not twice a day, would make me smile, because I knew deep inside that it was more than coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;
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Uri Gellar writes &#39; ..sightings of 11:11 tend to occur during times of heightened awareness, having a most powerful effect on the people involved...There&#39;s a stirring deep inside, a hint of remembrance of something long forgotten...(It&#39;s) appearance is also a powerful confirmation that we are on the right track, aligned with our highest Truth..11:11 is an always beneficial act of Divine Intervention telling you that it is time to take a good look around you and see what is really happening (an opportunity to see beyond illusion). &lt;br /&gt;
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I have friends on Twitter who regularly tweet 11:11 when they see it, I don&#39;t see it as regularly now and even though the moment has passed and it might be 11:13 by the time I see their tweet, it makes me smile and I enjoy the knowing that others are also experiencing this phenomena. &lt;br /&gt;
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So when I came across an article on 11:11 recently in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.innerself.com.au/&quot;&gt;Inner Self Newspaper&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that provided an explanation, albeit an opinion, but an interesting one at that, I knew I needed to share it with my 11:11 loving friends. So here it is in full,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://innerself.com.au/backissues/ew25/&quot;&gt;The 11:11 Phenomena by Uri Gellar&lt;/a&gt; (see page 23 for article). &lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/4698119961308863717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/08/1111-phenomena.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/4698119961308863717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/4698119961308863717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/08/1111-phenomena.html' title='The 11:11 Phenomena'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-5191389834624212334</id><published>2011-08-15T21:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:15:30.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh, don&#39;t tell anyone.</title><content type='html'>I met up with a friend on the weekend to &#39;talk shop&#39;. We talked&amp;nbsp;about Inner Beam and marketing&amp;nbsp;and revolutionised the way I am going to do the &#39;inner beam thing&#39;. Sipping coffee and nibbling&amp;nbsp;delicious boysenberry baked&amp;nbsp;cheesecake&amp;nbsp;in a cosy cafe on a cool Melburnian winters day&amp;nbsp;was highly&amp;nbsp;conducive to me enjoying&amp;nbsp;numerous &#39;ah huh&#39; moments. After&amp;nbsp;confessing to&amp;nbsp;my dear friend and marketing consultant the reasons why I&#39;d rather&amp;nbsp;keep what I currently do a secret, we were eventually able to nut out what it is I &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; want. &lt;br /&gt;
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In a nutshell, this is what I said: I do not want to be a counsellor, the connotations of&amp;nbsp; being a counsellor make me shudder and shake. &lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: I do not intend to&amp;nbsp;diss the counselling profession and I think counsellors can be wonderfully helpful and&amp;nbsp;the good ones&amp;nbsp;are worth their weight in gold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That said, the concept of spending my &#39;working&#39; hours nodding knowingly and using verbal prompts such as hmm and &#39;tell me more&#39; make me want to shrivel up like a neglected indoor plant. Again, I feel the need for a disclaimer. Good counsellors don&#39;t just do the aforementioned, what they do is an artform, my issue is that as a counsellor you can&amp;nbsp;spend a fair bit of time sitting passively and using verbal encouragers; it&#39;s not how I get my kicks.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I talk&amp;nbsp;with clients&amp;nbsp;I like to be able to express emphatic &#39;woohoos&#39; and screw up my face in disappointment&amp;nbsp;when I feel it, aswelll as&amp;nbsp;raising my fists excitedly in moments of victory. When you&#39;re called a &#39;counsellor&#39; people really don&#39;t expect you to show alot of energy, enthusiam or emotion, they expect a level of&amp;nbsp;passivity and a consistent temparement (incredibly challenging for moi, silent internalised punching fists in the air is not as fun).&lt;br /&gt;
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So that&#39;s why I spent lots of time making sure my marketing consultant wouldn&#39;t tell anyone I am a counsellor, or anything much like it for that matter. She realised&amp;nbsp;that a marketing campaign would be useless if I wanted to keep my business a secret, so cleverly assisted me to&amp;nbsp;re-define what&amp;nbsp;I love to do.&amp;nbsp;The result was deciding that I work in the field of &#39;life design&#39;.&amp;nbsp;Upon coming up with that concept&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;felt a&amp;nbsp;whole lot more comfortable and spacious. &lt;br /&gt;
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As far as a title goes, I&#39;m still not sure, I like life design co-conspirator (because I&amp;nbsp;love to&amp;nbsp;conspire with others to design a life that feels awesome). Synonyms for co-conspirator include ally, associate, assitant&amp;nbsp;and accomplice. What are your thoughts? I&#39;m most open to feedback and suggestions.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/5191389834624212334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/08/shhh-dont-tell-anyone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/5191389834624212334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/5191389834624212334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/08/shhh-dont-tell-anyone.html' title='Shhh, don&#39;t tell anyone.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-6399486612264854093</id><published>2011-07-31T10:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:48:06.198+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl power"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inner girl"/><title type='text'>Embrace Your Inner Girl</title><content type='html'>Eve had me moved to tears, laughing, nodding knowingly and feeling so good about myself and desperately wanting to embrace my inner girl by the end of her talk. It&#39;s AMAZING. I think if you&#39;ve made it to speak at TED, you have made it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;349&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/YhG1Bgbsj2w&quot; width=&quot;500&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/6399486612264854093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/embrace-your-inner-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/6399486612264854093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/6399486612264854093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/embrace-your-inner-girl.html' title='Embrace Your Inner Girl'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/YhG1Bgbsj2w/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-687260024332485545</id><published>2011-07-30T09:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:29:15.370+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dis-ease"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life path"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meaning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="purpose"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strengths"/><title type='text'>Living with Purpose</title><content type='html'>There can be times in life where we find ourselves without a sense of purpose. A life lived without purpose can be a drag, to say the very least. &lt;br /&gt;
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Illness can appear to steal purpose from us, particularly if we&#39;re no longer able to work or participate in other meaningful activities. If you&#39;re cooped up in bed or on the couch more often than not, watching TV or surfing the net or reading books, it&#39;s easy to feel like your life has lost all sense of purpose. &lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps you experienced feeling lost before illness and/or a&amp;nbsp;lack of vitality entered your life.&amp;nbsp;On the contrary, maybe it feels as if your sense of purpose and fulfillment was stripped from you and replaced with a life of dis-ease in one fell swoop. Ka-pow, you ended up with&amp;nbsp;a life&amp;nbsp;that you&#39;d never ever imagined for yourself. Perhaps,&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;symphony of depression, anxiety, fear, hopelessness *insert other here* arrived with the dis-ease. &lt;br /&gt;
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What if you could get the sense of purpose back, without having to have your physical health? What if your new&amp;nbsp;your sense of purpose could align with your current life, if it was available to you right here and now? &lt;br /&gt;
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I want to share my own experience with you, in order to explain. My new sense of purpose arrived in my first week or two of being &#39;all but bedridden&#39;. It arrived when my appetite was so poor that I couldn&#39;t even eat half a piece of vegemite on toast before midday. It arrived when I couldn&#39;t stand up without feeling like I was going to&amp;nbsp;pass out or&amp;nbsp;collapse. The only things I could manage were drinking, sleeping, showering (just) and thinking alot alot alot. Right there in the midst of all of that, Inner Beam was born. &lt;br /&gt;
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Inner Beam was the answer to a question that my wise one posed to me while I was lying upon my &#39;sick bed&#39;. She asked something like &#39;If you were&amp;nbsp;to have your health back, what would you do with it?&#39; She also advised me that the idea of returning to my &#39;current&#39; job would keep me sick, because the truth was that I did not want my health&amp;nbsp;only to continue to&amp;nbsp;live a life I didn&#39;t enjoy.&amp;nbsp;The message I understood was&amp;nbsp;that my inner beam would continue to diminish if I didn&#39;t listen to&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;truth- I didn&#39;t want the life I had created. On the other hand, I understood that if I listened to my wise one and to my honest answers, I could begin to heal my life and that it would one day mean healing my body. &lt;br /&gt;
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I decided that some important &#39;truths&#39; were arriving as I lay in my bed. While everyone I knew was at work, I was alone, stuck. I knew that I might forget these truths that were running through my mind with time, so I decided to document them on a blog. I&#39;d registered an e-mail address for innerbeam many years earlier, when I&#39;d had&amp;nbsp;a moment&amp;nbsp;of inspiration. I knew back then that one day Inner Beam would become my &#39;work&#39;. So I logged onto blogspot and called the blog Inner Beam.&amp;nbsp;I began to write, responding to the questions I could hear my soul was asking. &lt;br /&gt;
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This was a sense of purpose found amidst turmoil, anguish, confusion and fear. I listened to a little whisper from within and decided it couldn&#39;t hurt to follow, I could type for short periods of time and my laptop made a handy companion in bed. Over a year later Inner Beam still provides me with a sense of purpose and fulfillment. I can come back here and &#39;remember&#39; what it is that&#39;s important to me, I can share it with others and enjoy community. I can feel &#39;at home&#39; and do what I love, which is express myself through words. &lt;br /&gt;
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To &lt;strong&gt;find your own sense of purpose&lt;/strong&gt;, allow yourself to listen to whispers from within, do not ask your mind what it thinks, it is so much easier than that, allow yourself to KNOW it, to feel it. Allow yourself to hear answers from within, however irrelevant or frivolous or daunting they might seem, and take a small action, whatever it is you are capable of. Your wise one within will only give you as much as you are capable of right now. Something that feels purposeful and aligned with your heart provides a time of refuge, and so much more. It&#39;s a form of healing that is so natural and joyful, your inner beam is fuelled and you walk the path of healing your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t want to miss a thing?? Subscribe to posts via e-mail or RSS feed on the sidebar to recieve updates when there&#39;s a new post on Inner Beam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/687260024332485545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/living-with-purpose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/687260024332485545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/687260024332485545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/living-with-purpose.html' title='Living with Purpose'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-5185835869809658049</id><published>2011-07-29T22:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:06:18.311+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>Does Your Job Work For You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5unys7A05K1Weux1T-EqOUPgZeTQoIfENMNXqo18N761d8THzm52IyYJw5UHUMv_AfIGUKDYs7Rpa-oBHEmNO7sDHB-yIiugDhuhW-zoP2RjhTJBUGb9yI_-Ez3PnJF0QebLvQEnyKdI/s1600/truck.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5unys7A05K1Weux1T-EqOUPgZeTQoIfENMNXqo18N761d8THzm52IyYJw5UHUMv_AfIGUKDYs7Rpa-oBHEmNO7sDHB-yIiugDhuhW-zoP2RjhTJBUGb9yI_-Ez3PnJF0QebLvQEnyKdI/s1600/truck.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Some of us work in totally rubbish jobs; it&#39;s a blunt statement, but true. &lt;br /&gt;
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Disclaimer:  &#39;Rubbish&#39; jobs are completely subjective; read on to find out  if you have one.&lt;br /&gt;
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For many of us, a rubbish job makes us feel as good as dead. Dead inside  that is. Our inner beam seems more like a distant memory or lustful hope for the  future in such jobs. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Definition of a rubbish job: It could be either poorly paid in a dodgy old  building or well renumerated with a whole lot of perks, including a coffee  machine in the staff room and air conditioning that keeps the environment at a  consistent temperature. A rubbish job could mean that you&#39;re on your feet all  day, or sitting on your butt. Rubbish jobs come in all shapes and sizes, their  only commonalities is that can create feelings of despondency and self-pity, and  usually diminished self-love. Hint: If you&#39;re experiencing these feelings at  work, you might want to read on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Some experts in the laws of attraction and other such things would suggest  that it&#39;s a lack of love for oneself that finds us in such a job in the first  place. Maybe, or maybe you went in all optimistic and inspired to make a  difference, to enjoy the role, and somehow wound up where you are now, on the  not so inspired or joyful side of things. So What Happened??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Unfortunately society and workplaces conspire against our sense of joy and  freedom. Egos get in the way and start telling stories that our worth is  dependant on the outcomes we can produce at work. Employment can become our  egos new way to measure our self-worth, and if the environments&#39; not conducive  to feeling good, to celebrating individuality,  achievement and creativity,  well, ouch. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately many workplaces are imbalanced with regards to the masculine  and feminine energies. I&#39;m not talking about the ratio of men to women, but of  the balance between yin and yang, masculine and feminine that exists within all  of us and within companies, organisations and communities. In the western world  we&#39;ve long experienced the supression and denial of the feminine and the  celebration and endorsement of the masculine. When we have the two in balance,  amazing things can be achieved and we experience a sense of health and vitality.  When it&#39;s out of whack in our work environment, we feel the effects and can  begin to feel worn down, hard done by and disappointed. As a result we can  either turn our upset inwards or towards external factors- such as blaming the  boss and our colleagues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Turned inwards these feelings can lead us to experience anxiety and  depression, outwards they can turn into aggression, anger or physical conditions  affecting the heart (all emotions, unexpressed, can become physical and/or  mental conditions). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This brings me to why rubbish jobs make for a lack of vitality and  well-being. They can eat away at our positivity, joy and energy. They are like  sand being sprinkled or poured onto our inner beam, continuing to dampen it over  time. Work that we can enjoy, that works for us, that allows us to feel  balanced, it can do the very opposite. It assists to fan our inner beam, giving  rise to a great flame of passion, energy and vitality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;What kind of work are you experiencing right now? Regardless of the perks,  or lack thereof or whether others like it or not, what kind of a work place is  it for you? Does it full your beam or dampen it? That&#39;s your answer right there.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/5185835869809658049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/does-your-job-work-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/5185835869809658049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/5185835869809658049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/does-your-job-work-for-you.html' title='Does Your Job Work For You?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5unys7A05K1Weux1T-EqOUPgZeTQoIfENMNXqo18N761d8THzm52IyYJw5UHUMv_AfIGUKDYs7Rpa-oBHEmNO7sDHB-yIiugDhuhW-zoP2RjhTJBUGb9yI_-Ez3PnJF0QebLvQEnyKdI/s72-c/truck.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-3178927357950042005</id><published>2011-07-20T11:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:12:05.901+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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How many times in a lifetime will one ask themselves &#39;Who Am I&#39;? I&#39;d love to present a statistic, but I&#39;ve arrived empty handed on this one. I&#39;m here with a bunch of questions and some musings.&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#39;s this myth that once you know who you are, life gets easier. The myth purports that being secure in this knowingness means you will know what you want to do in life. The myth mostly goes unspoken, but seems to be somehow perpetuated. The gist of it is this: Step 1- Work out who you are. Step 2- Use this information to work out what you want to/should be doing. Step 3- You&#39;ve made it and now you can coast through the rest of your life, happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know I truly doubt this is true. The only people I&#39;ve ever come across who will tell me they know who they are, are clearly speaking from a place of ego or superficiality. Lots of people will confuse who they are with what they do. For example, someone tells you they&#39;re a pharmacist. That&#39;s what they do to earn a crust, it&#39;s not who they are, because if they really were a pharmacist they&#39;d be born one and die the same; it&#39;s impossible to be born a pharmacist. Consider that during their lifetime they have a career change and decide to wait tables in Paris, does it make them a Waiter? Non.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that people clutch to the idea that they are their profession because it&#39;s safe, it gives them a sense of belonging and place. It can also mean that for a while they get to ease off on trying to answer that pesky question of &#39;Who am I?&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trouble arises when you get fired, get sick and can&#39;t work, decide you need a career change or there&#39;s some other cause for the end of a career. It&#39;s happened to me, I got sick, no longer had a job and consequently became confused about who I am and where I fit in the world. My job used to prevent these kinds of existential questions bothering me so much; it was protecting me from the daunting truth, that I didn&#39;t know who I was.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you don&#39;t have a job you begin to notice how frequently you&#39;re asked &#39;What do you do?&#39;. You realise that it&#39;s one of the first questions someone asks when they&#39;re getting to know you and it somehow gives them a reference point for what kind of a person you might be. For example your career may help another to draw assumptions about your political persuasion, how open minded or close minded you might be, how educated you are and your interests in general. Being &#39;Unemployed&#39; can speak volumes, but not so much in the way that&#39;s flattering to the ego. Unemployed is just as an innacurate description of a person as pharmacist, waiter or cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you asked me about myself I could tell you a whole lotta facts. I&#39;d share my interests, dislikes, skills, strengths, weaknesses, star sign and more. It would certainly give you an idea about me as I am right now, but most of the aforementioned are changeable and I&#39;d only really tell you the things about myself that I wanted to. I&#39;d most likely skew what I tell you to create a positive impression of me, because I like to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not alone in wanting to be liked, many of us have strong beliefs that aspects of ourselves are unacceptable, so we hide them. We often decide such things early on in life, from what we observe in the world around us, what we&#39;re taught and the feedback we get from others. Once we decide that an aspect of us is not ok, we are more than likely going to suppress it with great strength (so as to ensure we&#39;re liked and to get along in this world- survival). It&#39;s likely that our psyche will do such a good job of the supression that we won&#39;t even know it&#39;s happened and in our adult years we wouldn&#39;t know that this aspect of ourselves exists. Carl Jung calls it our shadow self, in Jungian psychology the &lt;strong&gt;shadow&lt;/strong&gt; or &quot;&lt;strong&gt;shadow aspect&lt;/strong&gt;&quot; is a part of the unconscious mind consisting of repressed weaknesses, shortcomings, and instincts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe that to truly know ourselves we need to allow our shadow aspects to come forward and to explore their existence. The only truth I can tell you about Who I am is that I am whole. While there are aspects of my Self that linger in the shadows, awaiting invitation into the light, I am still whole. To know myself truly and honestly, would be to know each aspect of who I am- the good, bad and ugly. By the time the shadow comes into the light, it&#39;s neither good, bad or ugly- it just is. That is to know oneself truly, in our divine wholeness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/6798222658714437501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/img-classaligncenter-size-full-wp-image.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/6798222658714437501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/6798222658714437501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/img-classaligncenter-size-full-wp-image.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-3631841952543925239</id><published>2011-07-20T10:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:14:02.849+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="courage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="denial"/><title type='text'>Chasing Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;Denial has been given a bad name, it&#39;s actually a valid and handy tool our mind uses to protect us from overwhelm or pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Take a moment to listen to Illy&#39;s &#39;It can wait&#39;...&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;embed height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/DIbSzxPf2F0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;450&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;While denial might have unkind connotations it certainly serves it&#39;s purposes. It&#39;s one of the ways our mind can hide uncomfortable truths from us, it buys us time &#39;til we&#39;re ready to face the &#39;issue&#39;.  Illy&#39;s song reminds me of how we can choose denial, avoidance, procrastination, blame etc in the pursuit of moments of fleeting happiness. A boozey Saturday night is another way that we can do all of the aforementioned and escape into fleeting moments of happiness. We drink up/smoke/pop pills in the hope of experiencing the bliss that comes from blocking out the reality of our daily lives. The euphoric feelings come from not only the drugs, but from allowing ourselves the freedom to let loose and have a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don&#39;t get me wrong, there is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with &#39;doing denial&#39; from time to time. It&#39;s your choice how much time you spend chasing the elusive happiness, do it for as long as it serves you, until you&#39;re so fed up with it that you decide to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br class=&quot;clear&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you&#39;re committed to your denial and the chase of happiness I warn you now that the following words are for those who are &#39;over&#39; their denial &amp;amp; ready to make a new move.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s inevitable that at some stage we&#39;ll get fed up, our drug ( or food/addiction) of choice no longer helps us to feel the way it used to. We find those underlying uncomfy feelings bubble up to the surface more readily and are increasingly difficult to suppress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s uncomfortable, but most likely means you&#39;re about due for a breakthrough!! If you&#39;re ready for something to change, you might find &lt;em&gt;5 simple ways to create change (link soon to come) &lt;/em&gt;useful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Wishing you all the very best in your process, please do leave me a message if you feel like sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;site-intro&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;site-intro-container&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;intro-text&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/3631841952543925239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/chasing-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/3631841952543925239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/3631841952543925239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/chasing-happiness.html' title='Chasing Happiness'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-4798000498535435970</id><published>2011-07-20T10:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:25:13.181+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alkalising"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tips"/><title type='text'>Body Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a _mce_href=&quot;http://innerbeam.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/clearpool.jpg?w=259&quot; _mce_style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot; href=&quot;http://innerbeam.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/clearpool.jpg?w=259&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img _mce_src=&quot;http://innerbeam.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/clearpool.jpg?w=259&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://innerbeam.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/clearpool.jpg?w=259&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Today is the day for Body Love, we are looking at the  balance of your body&#39;s Ph a.k.a it&#39;s alkalinity or acidity. You may know all  about this, or like me up until recently, you may know zilch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alkalising is a truly important topic, whilst on Inner Beam you will mostly  find talk about emotional, mental and lifestyle balance, it is essential that we  pay attention to the physical aspect in order to be the brightest we can  be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;clear&quot; /&gt;What does Ph mean?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ph often refers to water, if you&#39;ve ever had a backyard pool you would know  that someone has to keep an eye on the Ph levels. I remember those hot summer  days waiting with anticipation as Mum tested the pools Ph before advising us  that it was safe or that we&#39;d have to wait a while until she had fixed it. If  the Ph is too high or low then the water is unsafe, a similar concept applies to  our bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our bodies are made up mostly of water, so the analogy of a pool being like  our body isn&#39;t too far fetched. When the water in the pool is greenish blue and  slimey it is completely unsafe to get in; the Ph is out of wack and who knows  what kind of organisms are growing in there. When the pool is crystal clear all  we want to do is get in there, it is a healthy pool and it looks safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same applies to our bodies, we too can have internal environments that  are lovely and clear and functioning healthily, or that are an environment where  bacteria and all sorts of things can grow. Here&#39;s a thought, if you had super  x-ray vision and could see inside your body, in particular your digestive  system- which kind of swimming pool would you like it to represent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;clear&quot; /&gt;Why do Ph levels in my body matter?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine for a moment that your body is like a pool of algae and slimy  green, the pool&#39;s filter just would not cope. Our body&#39;s main filters are the  kidneys and liver, do you want them to have an easy task of simply filtering the  odd bug and a little sunscreen or do you want them to be dealing with non stop  green slime? Do you want your digestive organs providing a home for all sorts of  nasties to procreate or do you want it to be functional and an environment for  good helpful bacteria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If after all this pool and algae talk you are still tuned in...you might  like to find out more by reading my post &#39;Alkalising  my Body&#39;. You will discover how to test your own Ph and strike the alkalised  balance yourself!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot; style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please note that this article is based  upon my own research and personal experience, I do not claim to be an expert in  the field. If you have further questions or concerns I recommend you seek advice  from a health care professional such as a dietician, naturopath or your  doctor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/feeds/4798000498535435970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/body-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/4798000498535435970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7353706007824029114/posts/default/4798000498535435970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://innerbeam.blogspot.com/2011/07/body-balance.html' title='Body Balance'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353706007824029114.post-874550236645782012</id><published>2011-07-20T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:23:15.281+10:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intolerances"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wheat"/><title type='text'>Wheat is No Friend of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;table _mce_style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container mceItemTable&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Image from  thespartandiet.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The chances are  that you or someone you know has discovered that they are &#39;intolerant&#39; to wheat.  In alot of ways I dislike the term intolerant. I am &#39;intolerant&#39; to wheat, dairy  and sugar. To others this could make me sound fussy, overly sensitive or a  hyperchondriac. I&#39;ve had such thoughts about myself too, I have wondered &#39;what&#39;s  wrong with me?&#39;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If you&#39;ve  experienced similar worries I am here to reassure you that it&#39;s not us, it is  the *insert refined food here*. Our bodies are intolerant to such foods because  they have been messed with in labs, on farms and in big factories. They are no  longer recognisable from their original form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;According to &lt;a _mce_href=&quot;http://www.foodintol.com/wheat.asp&quot; href=&quot;http://www.foodintol.com/wheat.asp&quot;&gt;Foodintol&lt;/a&gt; there are alot of  people experience food intolerance, here are the statistics they provide:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Dairy Intolerance  (includes Lactose intolerance)  3 in 4 people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Yeast sensitivity (eg.  Candida infections) 1 in 3 people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Gluten sensitivity (inc.  Celiac and Wheat intolerance) 1 in 7 people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Fructose or Sugar  sensitivity 1 in 3 people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #444444;&quot;&gt;Food allergy 1 in 100  people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;How do I know if wheat  is bad for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Chances are  that wheat is not good for you, because it is super refined. White flour is  actually bleached (yes the main ingredients of your toast, cereal, muffins  etc. have been bleached- yuck!). Unless it&#39;s an organic product it&#39;s also a safe  bet that alot of nasty chemicals have been used to fertilise the wheat and to  keep bugs away from it on the farm, that does not make for a good start in life  for an edible plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To be more  specific, symptoms of wheat intolerance include: lethargy (particularly after  consumption) bloating, nausea, stomach aches...and the list goes on. For a more  comprehensive list I recommend doing some research online. For further  information you can talk with your General Practitioner or visit a  Naturopath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;If wheat is an ancient  grain, why was the wheat we eat today developed in the 1960s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If you thought  wheat was an ancient grain, you are not alone. The truth is that it was adapted  from other grains in the 1960s for ease of farming. One such grain used in the  development of common wheat is Spelt, which is indeed and ancient grain and  dates back to BC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To suit modern  day farming practices the new &#39;wheat&#39; was developed to be resistant to heavy use  of chemical fertilisers. It was also dwarfed so as the entire crop grew to the  right length to allow for ease of harvesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When you  consider that the kind of &#39;wheat&#39; humans ate pre 1960 was different to what we  have now and it was changed so as chemicals could be used with ease in crops, it  starts to make sense why so many of us just can&#39;t &#39;tolerate&#39; it. We are  the first generations who have been eating this kind of wheat for all of our  lives or atleast a great portion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;What is the future of  wheat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Call me crazy,  but it is my hypothesis that this trend of genetically modified food (aka plants  that have been messed with) will have to be reversed, because more and more  people will be waking up to the detrimental effects this &#39;new&#39; chemical  resistant wheat and other such refined foods are having on our health.  Increasing health issues will occur among the population, particularly those who  remain clueless about the impact refined foods have on their bodies. Eventually  the cost of &#39;lifestyle&#39; related illnesses will escalate to a point where  mainstream science and health care practitioners will be forced to wake up and  realise what has gone wrong. The Government will freak out over costs and will  take measures to clean up our supermarkets and the poisions we are currently  being allowed and encouraged to consume. The result being that we will need to  get back to basics and eat food in its original form, the kinds that our bodies  not only tolerate but draw nutrition from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div _mce_style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span _mce_style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;If I don&#39;t eat wheat,  what will I eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: This article includes some research and lots of opinion,  please look into the topics discussed for your self and make up your own mind.  If you are concerned about symptoms then speak with a holistic health care  practitioner who can help you to return to good health. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a _mce_href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_wheat&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_wheat&quot;&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a _mce_href=&quot;http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/w/wheat_intolerance/intro.htm&quot; href=&quot;http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/w/wheat_intolerance/intro.htm&quot;&gt;Wrongdiagnosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Listening to others too much can be dangerous, it opens us up to great  confusion and overwhelm. Interestingly we most often find ourselves seeking  answers outside of ourselves in difficult times. We look to others in the hope  that they will know ’better’ than we do. There are lots of people, web-sites and  television shows out there that make their money because they appear confident,  because they seem ‘to have it together’.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Have you considered that their secret is not that they know it all,  rather that it is in their confident approach? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div sizcache=&quot;9&quot; sizset=&quot;22&quot;&gt;Many outwardly confident people experience just as  much confusion and self doubt as the rest of us, they simply choose to put on a  mask for the world, and we are fooled. We only need to turn our gaze to  hollywood to see the masks of beauty, confidence and elitist glamour. However  there is a whole market kept alive by telling both sides of the story and  revealing the shadows that hide beneath those masks (think LiLo, Brittney). Not  so long ago &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/Q-and-A-with-Teri-Hatcher&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff7417;&quot;&gt;Teri Hatcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  took photos of herself sans make-up, she took off her mask. This decision caused  widespread publicity and she soon found herself sitting opposite Oprah  discussing the topic of reality versus the images &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: line-through;&quot;&gt;we see&lt;/span&gt; are bombarded with in the  media. The fact that Teri’s move caused so much noise and landed her on Oprah  shows us where we are as a society right now. It would seem that we have only  just begun to recognise the importance of revealing what exists behind the  masks.&lt;br /&gt;
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The concept of hiding our true selves does not only apply to Hollywood,  they’re just a bigger more glitzy and exemplified example of what is occurring  in our society. Most people are wearing masks of some sort and many are unaware  of it. It is my intention that by raising this topic that you will think twice  before believing the answers you seek are beyond you (with the confident looking  ones) or that they are on a web-site, a morning show or a magazine. Whilst there  are great resources available at our fingertips we MUST remember that that is  all they are, tools and resources to help us on our way. Many of them can act as  prompts for us to remember what is true for us or to wake us up. Do not let all  of that information overwhelm you and make you sleepy, be selective and be  criticial in what you choose to take on board, make sure it is right for  you.&lt;br /&gt;
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A simple exercise to help you discern whether or not you choose to use  particular advice or tools is to take a few deep breaths, clear your mind and  ask your heart- is this helpful? or is this what I need right now? Listen with  your heart and trust that when you hear a No or a Yes that there is a good  reason for that, one that your mind will probably not understand or validate.  Your mind will try to trick you into believing that the more information you  have the better off you will be, or that everyone else knows more than you and   you will be lost without them. This is your minds way of trying to help, but  when your mind becomes dominant and your heart is not getting a fair say, it’s  time to reverse the trend and trust in your heart and allow your mind to follow  it’s lead. This practice of following your hearts lead and looking within for  answers will indeed fuel your inner light.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div sizcache=&quot;0&quot; sizset=&quot;56&quot;&gt;I would love to hear your thoughts on the topic, let  me know how you are listening to your heart and choosing not to follow the  masses! Or just let me know how you intend to give this a try. You can find me  on &lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/innerbeam&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff7417;&quot;&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, share a comment here or  send an e-mail. Wishing you much strength &amp;amp; peace in your journey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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