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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GSHk5fip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:25:29.726-08:00</updated><title>Messages of Love -  Embrace</title><subtitle type="html">The journey one must travel from the inside out!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></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><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MessagesOfLove-Embrace" /><feedburner:info uri="messagesoflove-embrace" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASXk4eSp7ImA9WxFVE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-3270447149622650173</id><published>2010-06-12T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:04:08.731-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-12T10:04:08.731-07:00</app:edited><title>Truth</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/3270447149622650173/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=3270447149622650173&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/3270447149622650173?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/3270447149622650173?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/PRJN2JMYfuI/truth.html" title="Truth" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My long time goal since I began this spiritual journey was to find my truth.  In order to do this I thought I needed to begin searching for all the "right answers" about life.  I needed to gather all my believes and have them ready to present to others when needed. So, every chance I got I would tell others what I really thought about them and how I saw things in the world.  Because of course, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n5Gf198wxQ-cQxIAwyUYry1hAkc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n5Gf198wxQ-cQxIAwyUYry1hAkc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/ui0JK349cRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2009/11/profound-encounter_27.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYGQHs8cSp7ImA9WxJWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-4617004842103038126</id><published>2009-06-19T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:05:21.579-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-19T20:05:21.579-07:00</app:edited><title>Abundant Space</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/4617004842103038126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=4617004842103038126&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/4617004842103038126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/4617004842103038126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/SbqipeMQ4T4/white-cap-waves-curl-under-current-of.html" title="Abundant Space" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">The white cap waves curl under the current ofthe ever moving Atlantic. The waves crashingagainst the rocks, my gaze falls upon thehorizon as I sit birched upon the remains of anabused surface of smoothed rocks. As my gazefixes on the horizon I’m reminded ever so softlyof the abundance of space.Anyone who has fixed their own gaze upon thehorizon as I have surely can relate to thisabundant feeling.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FMPUx0B8I79Cj1A2peGQDuTSJV4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FMPUx0B8I79Cj1A2peGQDuTSJV4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/GG9I6GvObOg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-only-have-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4HRXs_eip7ImA9WxdXEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-1681987590179035228</id><published>2008-06-21T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T03:42:14.542-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-21T03:42:14.542-07:00</app:edited><title>The Unfolding of "I am" in me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/1681987590179035228/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=1681987590179035228&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/1681987590179035228?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/1681987590179035228?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/NP_Du8ETb2w/unfolding-of-i-am-in-me.html" title="The Unfolding of &quot;I am&quot; in me" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">as published in aspire magazine June 08 I sit amongst this unfolding experience I ponder the “I am” in me.  I used to think I was all the things I liked and I wasn’t all the things I didn’t like.  But as I begin to become continuous of the stillness within me a huge transformation is taking place.  I’m finding many times throughout my days that the voice in my head is silent, which is a blessing 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tHeTOez7w5N71cdYS1Q77f7ANs8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tHeTOez7w5N71cdYS1Q77f7ANs8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/NP_Du8ETb2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2008/06/unfolding-of-i-am-in-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MFSHY-eCp7ImA9WxdSFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-6883292053482143810</id><published>2008-05-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:23:39.850-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-21T18:23:39.850-07:00</app:edited><title>Forgiveness? What does it really mean?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/6883292053482143810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=6883292053482143810&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/6883292053482143810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/6883292053482143810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/KucazZ38gWk/forgiveness-what-does-it-really-mean.html" title="Forgiveness? What does it really mean?" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">When one asks for forgiveness what does it really mean? And when one forgives what does that mean?Forgiveness to me is an omission of guilt.  Guilt is from the feeling of hurting someone else feelings, right? OR.....doing something "wrong" in the eyes of another.Well now that I'm on this new road of self discovery, I realize that someone else is not responsible for how I feel anyway, so if 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHe1-3rvAEfTb9VwNPw_cpUlgV4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHe1-3rvAEfTb9VwNPw_cpUlgV4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/KucazZ38gWk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgiveness-what-does-it-really-mean.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cEQ34yeCp7ImA9WxdTEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-7561595826521528756</id><published>2008-05-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:43:22.090-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-07T18:43:22.090-07:00</app:edited><title>Seeking</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/7561595826521528756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=7561595826521528756&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/7561595826521528756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/7561595826521528756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/TKfaxbhocno/seeking.html" title="Seeking" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was listening to Zen yesterday morning and I realized how much of my life I'm seeking things. The message I'm receiving is:Seeking is the damag'er of your physical experience. The process of seeking means your feeling something missing. When you feel the missing of something you're focused on the "not having" so you begin to seek. This process is damaging to your being or essence because,  how 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ttoLDl5YHPZqSPYK5BlTDm3o0z8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ttoLDl5YHPZqSPYK5BlTDm3o0z8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/UtZ_37L52zQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBRXg_fCp7ImA9WxZaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-81864011333728769</id><published>2008-04-24T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:32:34.644-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-24T18:32:34.644-07:00</app:edited><title>The Morning Walk</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/81864011333728769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=81864011333728769&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/81864011333728769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/81864011333728769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/AGMl-bbnXoo/morning-walk.html" title="The Morning Walk" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I love being by the water. As I sit here by the river only a stone throw from my house I feel at one with nature. I can hear the birds singing and the river running. The sun is shining down lightly on my face. There is a cool breeze and a blue sky.When I awoke this morning I could feel the glory of the day unfolding. I couldn't wait to get to the river to see the beauty. I didn't even get dressed
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IllS2lpslTgf0Bp96qP9LUjMmf0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IllS2lpslTgf0Bp96qP9LUjMmf0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/AGMl-bbnXoo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-walk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4DSXk8fyp7ImA9WxZbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-2253623640398487794</id><published>2008-04-22T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:26:18.777-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-22T18:26:18.777-07:00</app:edited><title>Conversations with the Angels</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/2253623640398487794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=2253623640398487794&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/2253623640398487794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/2253623640398487794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/t_MVdP3Y7sg/conversations-with-angels.html" title="Conversations with the Angels" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was sitting in the car on this beautiful sunny day when the conversations became to flow through me. It' s interesting because I never planned to purchase a new journal today, but I did. I was in Staples on the phone with a client, and as I was waiting to finish my conversation so I could speak to the lady in the copy center.  I began to look at the notebooks and journals. I spotted one that 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_nM_yc_galbDHbVBS_QuvZodxHo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_nM_yc_galbDHbVBS_QuvZodxHo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/m5yxrAXBA38" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogger-buzz-so-long-and-thanks-for-all.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGRX0-fyp7ImA9WxZbGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-6049870904992587898</id><published>2008-04-21T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:27:04.357-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-21T16:27:04.357-07:00</app:edited><title>Is anybody out there</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/6049870904992587898/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=6049870904992587898&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/6049870904992587898?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/6049870904992587898?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/StOJ1ebD6w0/is-anybody-out-there.html" title="Is anybody out there" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hi All,I had such a great time talking to so many other spiritual women and the Love and Laughter event, I've been wishing I could have access to share with spiritual women all the time, night or day.  So I'm throwing this to the wind.  Is there any women out there that would like to share their spiritual thoughts, dreams, goals, ideas with me online and maybe we could support each other through 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iRd20Jt-qd3TplUmopZRcl1nu7A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iRd20Jt-qd3TplUmopZRcl1nu7A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/StOJ1ebD6w0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-anybody-out-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQH06eyp7ImA9WxZbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-1595202764495052715</id><published>2008-04-21T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:07:41.313-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-21T16:07:41.313-07:00</app:edited><title>Light, Love &amp; Laughter Event</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/1595202764495052715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=1595202764495052715&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/1595202764495052715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/1595202764495052715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/k4baPfjhYF4/light-love-laughter-event.html" title="Light, Love &amp; Laughter Event" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I just attended the best inspiritual event EVER!  I had an angel reading, reiki session, and attended many workshops on getting to know myself and my angels.  It was amazing.  I've been on cloud nine since I have returned.  There were about 300 women there all seeking the same thing;inner peace and love!  Like I said it was amazing.   I met so many great women with great experiences to share.  
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tlEGtsZeE6mg1vP6hwr_EfJapwc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tlEGtsZeE6mg1vP6hwr_EfJapwc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~4/k4baPfjhYF4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-love-laughter-event.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EFQXk4fSp7ImA9WxZbEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2258601622897884380.post-3825792165973303892</id><published>2008-04-14T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:06:50.735-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-14T18:06:50.735-07:00</app:edited><title>Are You A Universalist too?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://emilybracey.blogspot.com/feeds/3825792165973303892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2258601622897884380&amp;postID=3825792165973303892&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/3825792165973303892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2258601622897884380/posts/default/3825792165973303892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MessagesOfLove-Embrace/~3/sHT0bnrWOWQ/are-you-universalist-too.html" title="Are You A Universalist too?" /><author><name>Emily Bracey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05456189719218251994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4ABnbbCeQo/SvR-RS8CBsI/AAAAAAAABNM/8hGBXQBFHJs/S220/Emily+Bracey+PR.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">The world as I knew it came to a streaking halt a few months ago, and I’m so grateful today that it did. I had just changed careers, or should I say I stopped working for someone else and went to work for myself. This was when the unexpected happened. I was so excited to become a Realtor and I thought “I can do this, but I have a lot to learn. I need to educate myself and develop sales skills.” 
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