<?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: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-2341591579321138823</id><updated>2012-01-11T05:26:55.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re.Frame-It</title><subtitle type='html'>Examples, support, humor and open heartedness in reframing the uncomfortableness of life through the Spiritual lens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-37052493418816922</id><published>2012-01-11T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:26:55.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantum Vulnerability</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oriah Moutain Dreamer (excellent books !)&amp;nbsp;sent a blurb out on FB about her recent FB comment being misunderstood by readers, and how she practiced NOT commenting back, through the art of detachment, and how she found herself being in all that drama. Her practice was very familiar to me; yet my take on it is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we speak or write and then others comment to us, and we feel we are NOT understood in the exact framework we meant it to be; human frustration can arise. I learned a very long time ago, that was a never ending gerbil wheel of exhaustion and if one is going to be a giver / sharer of&amp;nbsp; teachings of any kind - or even a human being, another viewpoint about communion was necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;(The moment you have a conversation you are in co-munion with another heart. The moment you enter outside yourself; you are co-munning with life. The moment you give of yourself; whatever it is, is received in comunion with another heart.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I walk the path of detachment in my life and work and purpose. I do not think of myself as a teacher in the traditional sense; for I believe we are each our own teacher. Not thinking of myself as a teacher allows me to speak, explain, offer, give; and then let go and allow the comments, ideas or analogies to "land" if they will. I use this word often, for that is what I&amp;nbsp;believe our&amp;nbsp;words do,&amp;nbsp;they 'land' within another persons energy field. And then, perhaps in conflict with the givers ego;&amp;nbsp;they can become something unlike the giver was offering. The moment we speak, write, present, give anything - it take on a life of its own. We can each share, but what the&amp;nbsp;receiver does with it is up to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Yesterday I submitted my first play to a festival. I have been a closet writer of novels, poetry,&amp;nbsp;shorts and plays since high school. The act of actually sending it out, letting it go, allowing anothers eyes to view it; well, it is much like letting your child go to college. The moment anything leaves our hearts to be viewed, read, heard, seen by another; the thing itself changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As I hit the send button I thought; I have to direct it so they get it right; but then, my higher much smarter more unconditional&amp;nbsp;wiser self jumped in; but, another heart, another set of eyes; the excitement of what another individual could bring to the table, how another would influx a word, or see&amp;nbsp;a movement, or input an emotion; would&amp;nbsp;create something different. I find that exciting, collaborative and 'right'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The act of allowing others in, produces vulnerabilty and THAT is an opportunity for self teaching at it very, very best!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The moment an artist lets go of their work, it becomes something different than it was while in their hallowed midst. The second it hangs in another room, is viewed by another heart; the work itself changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The same is true of our conversations. The moment we speak and allow another to hear our thoughts; the&amp;nbsp;meaning of the words we were speaking become something different when heard by another person. Because of this, I stopped a LONG LONG time ago; writing for others, speaking to impress others, trying to make a point to others. In that context, the gerbil wheel evolves into a mammoth carnival ride of ego against ego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Create so your own heart feels it. Write so your heart is moved. Speak words which move your emotional life up the scale of this journey. Allow the teacher who you are, to pay attention to your favorite and truly only student; yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And KNOW&amp;nbsp; that&amp;nbsp; if and when any gift comes from the heart, is authentic and true; it will only do good, create love, be moved and received in joy. Another words, give from your heart, not your ego. Give from love, not from fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In Love, Deborah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-37052493418816922?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/37052493418816922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2012/01/quantum-comments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/37052493418816922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/37052493418816922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2012/01/quantum-comments.html' title='Quantum Vulnerability'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-2824069178359975600</id><published>2012-01-03T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T01:46:05.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations &amp; Rituals</title><content type='html'>Last week my husband was watching the tribute to (the closing of) Shay Stadium in NY - I believe it took place a few years ago, yet the show held me spellbound. Not because Billy Joel was so good, but because he was so thrilled to be there - his authenticity, love and humbleness poured out of him. The intentions of the performance were palpable, then Paul McCartney getting there in record time because an entire team of souls came together from the stadium&amp;nbsp;to the police, to the airport -&amp;nbsp;made it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment that got me, was when the entire, packed soul to soul stadium sang &lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt; to Billy Joel HIS own song. He sat there at his piano, tears, sweat, awe - looking at the sea of humanity singing TO HIM, his own song. I tell you, that was an amazing moment, to be in the audience had to be life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a celebration. What an extraordinary ritual. The memory for all those thousands of people who were there that night will be the JOY of the love, the excitement of the work and accomplishments of the evening - that is their final and first thought of their beloved original stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change. The most natural aspect of life. Rituals allow for us to have a different memory. All of our celebrations invoke a chord of joy, of gratitude; no matter the occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In marriage, even if the wedding was difficult to plan, even if there were family feuds, misunderstandings, exhaustion.......the actual day and moment are what is remembered, is what is the most recent memory and therefore the vibration which is remembered and felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At funerals and memorials, no matter the pain and deep loss; the celebration of the life which was lived, which effected others; is what is honored, remembered and is the energetic vibration&amp;nbsp;which you are left with.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;love felt when others grieve with us and celebrate with us can be more powerful and can overcome the pain of loss. The loss cannot and should never be forgotten, but the most tender and loving and positive memories the future is built on can be those of the life celebration itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a&amp;nbsp;pregnancy is difficult, but the&amp;nbsp;welcoming of&amp;nbsp;new life in the form of a naming, or christening or other ritual can be the memory from which one moves forward with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rituals of all kinds, types, sizes and intentions are powerful&amp;nbsp; beyond description. They connect us to the great mystery, to the non physical life. The feelings that we have, the feelings we experience are who we are. Our feelings, in every moment, create where we will be perceiving from in the next moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know of the experience of a difficult death - and then there is the life celebration of honoring, sharing, crying&amp;nbsp;and laughing and parts of us are healed through those experiences. Our memories can shift from the painful burdens&amp;nbsp;to the love. The love is what always survives. The love always is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year ritual allows souls to begin again, to feel the freshness of a clean slate. A birthday party&amp;nbsp;welcomes us to feel renewed, to move forward, to let go of perhaps a year which was not our easiest.&amp;nbsp;The coming of age rituals allow families to let go of a child and welcome a young woman or man. A ritual allows our selves to step into new roles through support of family and friends. &amp;nbsp;Through ritual our hearts gain a new understanding of any situation, to see with new eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intentions of any ritual cleanses us of the old and welcomes the new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating ritual is a power-filled and substantial process which can change your interior tremendously and therefore your life feels, looks and is different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-2824069178359975600?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/2824069178359975600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2012/01/celebrations-rituals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/2824069178359975600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/2824069178359975600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2012/01/celebrations-rituals.html' title='Celebrations &amp; Rituals'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-5432127662513351661</id><published>2011-12-31T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T03:56:11.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye 2011, Hello 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #000000; font-size: 14pt;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I send you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #000000; font-size: 14pt;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I have never before truly looked forward to a New  Year, but from my heart, 2012 is one new day which I am sincerely looking  forward to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #000000; font-size: 14pt;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;2011 brought much "business" to The ALM. I was  brought away from church ministry in the traditional sense, and private practice  was the root of my calling. I have sat in awe of the human spirit and the inner  strength which when called upon, trusted and allowed shines forth. I have sat in  honor of so many souls; you have trusted me and I in turn have trusted God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #000000; font-size: 14pt;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;You  have placed me in your lives in ways I never could have seen possible and when I  sit and contemplate Love; I think of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #000000; font-size: 14pt;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I think of your faces, hearts,  journeys every day. I think  of your lives, your joys, your heart wrenching  opening moments and I give thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #000000; font-size: 14pt;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;A beloved told me this year she feels like my office  is her church. One on One church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #000000; font-size: 14pt;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I think of you, those who I have served at numerous  churches, I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #000000; font-size: 14pt;" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I send you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I think of the strangers who  some how get my number.....or the person who says your card popped up on my  desk....or the woman who knew so and so or the client who just happened to walk  into store to ask directions and met me......or the man who found me on the  internet and I ended up talking his son through painful times.......I think of  young mothers dying, couples being married, partners finally being able to be  'legal',  ......I think of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I think of your face lighting up during a class  as you remember, I think of the joy you felt when you 'got it', I think of your  tears you sobbed in my presence......I think of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I think of how I ran into  you last week after a while and it felt heart warming and loving. I think of  your voice saying thank you. I think of crawling up next to you as we talk about  your fears and assuring you, God is here. I think of  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I think of your faces when at  the altar of the service you said  "yes", "I do", and embraced in luscious  love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I truly do hold you each in  my heart. Even if you have not been an active part of this ministry for years; I  remember you. I wonder how you are. I send you  love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;I offer you my deepest  gratitude for allowing me, little Debbie Evans from North Andover, the honor of  being a teeny facet of your journey. Thank you for being such a HUGE part of  mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;To  2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-size: 18pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni;" style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Aharoni; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino; color: #000000;" style="color: black; font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 14pt;" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt;with great love  &amp;amp; gratitude, Rev Deb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-5432127662513351661?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5432127662513351661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bye-2011-hello-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5432127662513351661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5432127662513351661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bye-2011-hello-2012.html' title='Good bye 2011, Hello 2012'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-4530634862609587018</id><published>2011-12-29T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T05:36:21.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Divine Perfection of Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="dicTl"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Word Origin &amp;amp; History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;integrity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;c.1450,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;"wholeness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;condition,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;O.Fr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;integrité,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;L.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;integritatem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #0055bb; cursor: pointer;"&gt;(nom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;integritas)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;"soundness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;wholeness,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;integer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;"whole"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;(see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/integer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;integer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;). &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Sense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;"uncorrupted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;virtue"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;1548.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;I have been in deep thought and ponderness lately. I wonder&amp;nbsp; about the words &lt;strong&gt;integrity&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;. I found the above &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;meaning for the first choice of mind contemplations, and with a sense of understanding I offer it to&amp;nbsp; you. I love the use of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wholeness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, from the Latin root &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. As I often call myself on being in integrity with life, clients, my work; I see the perfection of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncorrupted virtue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;........for when we are not in integrity, as when we are not in alignment with Love; our own wholeness is cracked, fractured, corrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Being honest, the simplicity of such an act, appears to be difficult for some&amp;nbsp;- being honest brings about a vulnerability, doesn't it? What if they really see me? What happens if they really know what I am thinking? Will they like me, will they agree with me? If I say this, this that I am truly feeling and express that I am not in agreement with them......where will I be?&amp;nbsp; Not being something&amp;nbsp;for the approval and acceptance of&amp;nbsp;another, is truly carving a bit of ourselves away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Here&amp;nbsp; is me being honest and vulnerable: "I am so tired of hearing preachers, minsters, clergy say "when you are in Gods house." It is said in&amp;nbsp; church. I have heard it said as if it's a threat to the congregation; come on, you are in Gods house now, be honest.......Are we NOT ALL-WAYS in Gods house? Isn't our body Gods House? Are we not, every day, no matter where we are in GODS HOUSE? The earth, the universe, the supermarket! Please, know that no matter where you stand, &lt;u&gt;you are in Gods house&lt;/u&gt;. The (traditional) misconception of teaching that the church building is Gods house has allowed too many to stray from the fold. It has left a fracture, a place for lack of wholeness and my emotions around this bring my fire up.&amp;nbsp;You come in here and you are in Gods house, you go out there and do what you what. NOT. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(Okay, that felt good, thank you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It seems that we sometimes place the wholeness of ourselves at risk for the acceptance of another human being. &amp;nbsp;OR do we place our own wholeness at risk because we are self judging and cannot be honest with who we are at that moment? Does it come down to self acceptance, trust in our own feelings, faith in the divine perfection of different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The emotional attachments of responsibilty can be overwhelming. As all who are in a therapuetic line of work...we know and experience the boundary of&lt;em&gt; this is yours to do&lt;/em&gt;, I cannot do it for you. It can be a thin line, a gray line, a wavering line.....but it is always there. Sometimes it takes a microscope to see it. It can take days, hours, painful moments to find it; but it is always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Integrity can guide us to where the line of responsibility&amp;nbsp;is - how to find it - how to listen for it. This is not mine, this is yours. I can not do that for you, you have to make the choice to do it or not. I find that when I trust the work, the line comes through so bright and deep I cannot help but see it. When I trust God, all is made clear.&amp;nbsp;I find that when I take me out of the equation, and always remember this is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;about them and God, me and God....then I see clealry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We each can do the same in all aspects of our lives. In a parenting, in being in relationship, in any moment. This is yours, not mine. This is mine, not yours. The basic, basic first lesson a six month old learns when in his/her first play group. Good lesson. Very good lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Kindness, honesty. Integrity, being honest and kind at the same time. Responsibility, taking action through honesty and kindness. Honesty and kindness is a powerful combination. Stand in God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When I take a stand, even if another human cannot see the struggle I am standing in; I have to ask for Jesus to guide me, to help me, to take my hand and not let go. I aks for my angels to hold me up. I ask for all the non physical Light filled assistance possible.&amp;nbsp;And then I am brutally honest with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And I ask, because I am fully convinced, I KNOW, that alone, we humans cannot do it. We can't even get up in the morning without Gods help; I do not know how to get my body to breathe, do you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Get vulnerable, be yourself, stand in Faith, and allow honesty&amp;nbsp; combined with integrity to lead you. This is being responsible for God and therefore; for yourself. No one is like you. No one will ever be like you. You are unique, beautiful and amazing. You stand in integrity through faith and all good will come to be your experience. You will stand in wholeness. If you one does not stand in faith of God, the Higher Power; I see fracture, I see pain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I do not want that for any one.&amp;nbsp;I want for you, what I want for myself. A peace which passes all and any human understanding through a personal relationship with God, Holy Spirit, the non physical Light, Creator.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;with great love &amp;amp; gratitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Rev. Deborah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-4530634862609587018?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4530634862609587018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/12/divine-perfection-of-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4530634862609587018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4530634862609587018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/12/divine-perfection-of-different.html' title='The Divine Perfection of Different'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-1143945904030661487</id><published>2011-12-12T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:18:12.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hello Everyone – &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Namaste&lt;/i&gt;;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The energetic intensity of the past few weeks has and is causing some to feel ‘squeezed’. And in this squeezing one is seeing their own stuff, not someone else’s, but one’s own wounds, patterns and disconnections. In a more traditional wording; one is in the wilderness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the wilderness we are in the unknown, in new territory. We do not know which way to go, how to get somewhere else, how to find our way, what to say, what to ask, which way to turn. In the wilderness we are new, we are babes. We feel alone. It is a mighty scary place indeed – and even more frightening if we keep expecting the security of a handwritten outcome and the guarantees that go along with all that means to show up &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/b&gt; we take that first baby step. That way of thinking only keeps us in the desert and creates the gerbil wheel of insanity to form in our minds – leaving our hearts running on empty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now if one would like to dig deep into the Season, we could also say one is a virgin – in new territory – never before done this or that, feeling insecure, not knowing how, doing the unexpected and being afraid because it is all NEW. And the bold truth is that every day we wake up, we are virgins. We have no idea how the day will become and where we will go. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When we are in new territory, feeling like a babe, that too is a virgin state. Every moment we find ourselves in prayer, we in a virgin state – we are in something we cannot do, fix or figure out by ourselves, so we are calling in God and all other good in order to help us or another find their way through this new territory they are experiencing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In my &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;‘a different church every Sunday tour’&lt;/b&gt; I am on, yesterday I went to the Congregational Church of Topsfield. Here is a prayer from them: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Gracious and merciful God, we confess to you our reluctance to enter the wilderness places where we are confronted with our true selves. The places where we are tempted to put worldly values before our desire for you. When we are tempted to use the gifts you give us to benefit ourselves at the expense of serving others: Forgive us God and increase our trust in you. Merciful God, forgive us our sins and fill us with your Spirit that we put our whole trust in you as confidently as Jesus did. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; “ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;For many of The ALM/CoSE family this may sound a bit old school and patriarchal; but read it anyway and speak it out loud. It carries good, real, true, insights. God is gracious and based on how humans treat themselves and one another – more merciful than anybody I know can imagine. And we DO put worldly values before our desire of God. It is what gets us feeling empty, sad and afraid. That’s a no brainer, my beloveds. Whenever you even think about or if you are living a life where you place worldy deisres BEFORE your desire to know God as your self; well, it is not a comfortable place to be. And if you DO know Gods goodness and generosity and then try to USE that in a righteous state of saying you are serving another human – well my friends; ego will have the upper hand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Jesus exemplified perfect trust in God. We cannot possibly know it all – we may not even know a little teeny tiny bit of IT – but we do know how it feels inside our own bellies when we stray from seeking the highest form of Love and compassion and kindness in any given action to ourselves or another human being. And this is why I teach you the discernment process in order for you to KNOW thyself so you can use your inner compass in depending on this nonphysical entity called Holy Spirit in order to find your way out of your wilderness; or as you have heard me say, your head is in a paper bag and you can’t find your way out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If you are seeing your own self clearly, seeing your error, your lack way of thinking, seeing things you simply do not like about yourself; first off, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;be gentle on yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;accept&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for where you are. It is an experience. If you see you have been selfish; know, okay, I have been selfish. I chose this experience in order to know God more. You are human, you are here in form to become more loving; to know God. That is not an easy trip and one of less courage does not choose to make it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Secondly, take a breath. Okay now, affirm your faith in God. Pray. Sit. Read, repeat, mantra, OM, sing, dance, do an act which brings you into your awareness of your &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;all ready made&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; connection of God. And ask to have the same faith in God that Jesus exemplified.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; “Mother, Father God I am here. I ask to know You deeply – I ask to feel&amp;nbsp; You without doubt. I ask to know the same faith, trust and dependency on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You which my brother, friend and way shower Jesus did. I ask to feel You in my belly, deep in my heart, in every cell of my body – in order to choose a more loving action for and to myself and others. Thank you God.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Okay, thirdly; today, do it differently. Take a small baby step through the unknown wilderness and do something differently than you have been doing it. Anything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tomorrow, wake up and start again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When we are in the wilderness, virgins on a new unexpected experience of spiritual sight; we have to accept who we are and where we have been. And we can only do that through knowing that we are each human, each frail&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;along the journey, each forgiving of ourselves and others, each surrendering to God in order to heal our hearts; KNOWNG this is NOT something we do alone. No one does it alone. Every single person is the same and wants the same thing and came here to experience an individual journey in order to find it. E-v-e-r-y one. No matter what they do for work, who they are, what language they speak, how rich or poor, how educated or not. Every single person is a child of the Most High God and every single person is struggling in some way -- to find their way -- out of their own paper bag. Be gentle on yourself and others, and sooner than latter you will find your way out of the wilderness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with great love, Rev Deb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-1143945904030661487?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1143945904030661487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-wilderness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/1143945904030661487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/1143945904030661487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-wilderness.html' title='In the Wilderness'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-1511835362171897205</id><published>2011-11-22T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T07:26:20.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each day Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last Thursday, the 17th of November, I walked into HomeGoods at 11 in the morning and it was mobbed. Not an empty&amp;nbsp;cart to be &amp;nbsp;found, flooded with buyers, 99% women, handling items, dreading choice, choosing Xmas items, blissing out at new purchases, way too many people for even the infamous Friday after Thanksgiving.......hardly fitting for mid November and not even a sale. I stopped upon entering and glanced to my left as I was&amp;nbsp;too starstruck at the mad house to fully enter the vortex of shoppers before me.&amp;nbsp;I addressed a clerk whose&amp;nbsp; hands&amp;nbsp; were knee deep in dishware from Italy....&lt;em&gt;what day is it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; why? its Thursday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - How come there are so many people here?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp;we have too much stock, we have way too much stock..(to the rhythm of; off with their heads, off with their heads)....&lt;/em&gt;she replied &amp;nbsp;to me as she knelt to the floor, then stood up and moved items with arms she did not have.&amp;nbsp;I thought I was in a SNL skit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This past Monday, the 21st, yes, the Monday before Thanksgiving, I entered&amp;nbsp;the grocery store...............jammed packed, like a snow storm was coming. I have to admit, like a bad B sci fi movie, I thought; where do they all come from on a Monday? Men were pushing&amp;nbsp;carts, women were going from one food item to another, back to the cart, looking at the list, arguing with the man on what was necessary and what was not.......retracing her steps&amp;nbsp;to the food item she was just at for an additional one. Courageous&amp;nbsp;lone shoppers&amp;nbsp;looked be-fuddledly dazed as they maneuvered the too thin aisles and the overwhelming choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As a women of God, a member of the clergy; I write before you to admit my inner conflict about 'these' holidays. Maybe blogs are nothing more a than a public confessional?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I awoke this morning with this conflict on my mind, listening to my heart.......really, I loose sleep about this. What I heard was, &lt;em&gt;how would lives be different if every day we seek out of way to give to&amp;nbsp; another human?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How would YOUR life be different if every day a loved one went out of their way to prepare for you a delicious meal? How would your life be different if once a week you found a way to 'give' to a worthy cause, to tithe of your heart, to write a check to a food pantry? How would your life be different if every day you awoke with the intention; today I will unconditionally give to another human being?&amp;nbsp; How would your life be different if every day you found a way to offer to another human being a gift - a touch, a smile,&amp;nbsp;a hug, a conversation, a thoughtful observation, a thank you, homemade soup or a compliment? How would your heart shift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My personal Re-Frame it about the holidays has always been that the majority of humans never stop long enough to give unconditionally and the concept of a public holiday such as Thanksgiving and Christmas somehow forces them to show up weather they like it or not. That is the blessing in the over the top commercialism which materialism&amp;nbsp; and exterior motivations has done to redefine such holidays. My human observation is most do not like it as well as&amp;nbsp;most appreciate it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As I grow older, as it seems by years gone by, all of us feel differently about the holidays than we did before. Especially right now. Life is different. Energetically we are no longer material, linear, exterior beings - we are vibrational beings with open hearts, journeying from the interior;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and anything which does not align with that open heart will find a way to stop you in your path - give you a spiritual 2 x 4 along side your beautiful head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Since this is the time of Thanksgiving, I thank you. I love what I do with this life I have been given. Every now and then I am given the gift of witnessing goodness, Light, Love and awareness come through another human being. When I am witness to others giving to others with an open heart and absolutely no other intention; my own heart and soul sing. You all give me that opportunity. Day after day, phone call after phone call, class to class, session to session, service to service. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for seeking inner peace; alignment with our Cosmic Oneness. May you each have moments of&amp;nbsp; this season of &amp;nbsp;which bring joy to your heart and more than that; may you each commit to making every single day an opportunity to love yourself, another being, be kind, and in doing so, find more of yourself&amp;nbsp;as the Light of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-1511835362171897205?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1511835362171897205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/11/each-day-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/1511835362171897205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/1511835362171897205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/11/each-day-thanksgiving.html' title='Each day Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-6769116612071411753</id><published>2011-11-09T03:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:50:24.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW is the time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In Dr. Ernest Holmes book &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Words That Heal Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (first published in 1949), as with all his writing; the words, speech, directness and simplicity lift me. I get excited picking up any of his books, knowing I am going to be filled with Love, with Truth, with that which resonates with my heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was over twelve years ago that I first touched&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;365 SOM daily wisdom &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;– today it is just beginning to yellow and lovingly age from my touch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dr. Holmes left his body in 1960. I was six years old – and he is most certainly perhaps THE greatest single influence in my life. I am deeply grateful to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;this man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Words That Heal&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;his voice simplifies the life experiences and teachings&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;of Jesus in a ‘down to earth’ manner&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;beautiful,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;undeniable relevance to spiritual growth. Dr. Holmes is always speaking of consciousness as his faith is rooted in Oneness. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Watching the lives of those who have to some degree mastered their thoughts we can imagine what would happen if the majority of the race should do so. War, poverty and human indignity would cease. We do not know when this will be brought about, but all human evolution is moving toward this divine event. We have already reached a point where we are subduing physical laws to individual and collective purposes, and the next great endeavor will be in the realm of mind and spirit.” (1949!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Each of us is in a pinnacle moment right now!! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The oversoul of our planet is aligned with the Christ and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;it is now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - truly the time to open ones heart to Love, to God. Do not let the verbiage prevent you from aligning with the Greatest Good – God, Gd, Spirit, Divine Intelligence, The Christ, The Presence….etc. Call it what you will, but know &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Creative Presence as Source of All things &lt;/u&gt;……………&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;know that we are One. There is only The One Mind. Dr. Holmes teaches us we are not punished for our mistakes but by them! How brilliant. The One Mind responds to our word. We ARE the Ones – we are the I AM and the acknowledgment of the Power of the law allows us to USE the LAW of God for Good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When we are not at internal peace , we can know this tells us we are in conflict….when our beliefs, our word is not focused on God the Good – for when we are, we are peaceful. There is created a bashing of sorts, a collision, within our energy field when we are paying attention to two masters. There can only be One. There is ONLY One. There is only one and that One responds to your faith, to your word, to your focus, to your thinking, to your statements, to your seeing, to where you are looking, to where you are paying attention. Imagine how it looks when it is resonating to more than One word, more than One belief, when you pay attention to wealth and poverty – to the external and the internal – to the I am wonderful and to the I am sad….imagine the collision course of pathways within your energy field, within your heart….as you look away from God and to your fears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dr. Holmes reminds us that God is stronger and more powerful than the personality. We know that when we take one step closer to God, God takes ten towards us. BUT WE MUST be willing to turn the face, to turn our cheeks, to turn our thoughts to a God which is loving, abundant, healthy, peaceful, light filled, compassionate, understanding, healing, prosperous, amazing, kind, wise, generous, strong, courageous and all GOOD.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It is NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“We must let go of any sense of separation from good if we are to become conscious of union with God.”(E.H.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It is only the sense of something we must let go of – for our thoughts prevent our awareness of the Kingdom of Heaven to be seen. &lt;u&gt;We do not have to create anything or even manifest anything.&lt;/u&gt; Simply recognize.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It ALL already exists. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;With my love and infinite blessings,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Deborah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-6769116612071411753?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/6769116612071411753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-is-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/6769116612071411753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/6769116612071411753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/11/now-is-time.html' title='NOW is the time!'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7475774320500163304</id><published>2011-10-26T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:54:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vibrational Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Some moments I have so much to say I hesitate; where to begin? Is there a beginning? Actually, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; there are as many beginning as there are souls. And in the past couple of months ‘they’ have not let me write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; every time I want to write, to share, they say &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;no, not now&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have been asked to retain all efforts for my clients as well as my home. But this morning, they &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;say yes.&lt;/i&gt; ……………………………..Thank you!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We are coming upon the last day of the Mayan calendar, according to Carl Calleman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; and from my seat, it has been quite a ride. I agree this has been only my experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; but since my vision can be rather wide and deep, I hope these comments will support and lend guidance, relief and understanding. As an energy practitioner and spiritual teacher my interests do not lie to the societal shifts, ( I do not watch wall street or other linear effects of these shifts) but rather my sight and gifts allow me to interpret with a cosmic awareness the&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;personal path one’s human emotions play in the spiritual expansion of an individual’s human consciousness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Since our awareness as a whole is built upon the many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; my deep passions and interests lie in the root energies of each person’s wounds and the healings which allow for awareness’s to be revealed and therefore actions of choice to be taken to which allow movement forward and, away from ………….seeing the end results of head and heart in alignment with unconditional love; the Christ Consciousness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Boundaries&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In the past month many souls have been given opportunities’ to see and make choices in reference to boundaries.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Healthy boundaries are one of the major energetic facets of a healthy, aware soul. One must learn that one cannot ‘do’ for another.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No souls can make, force or other, another person to change,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;nor can one do enough for another person so they will feel better,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The spiritual awakening is an interior shift, one which takes place on a vibrational level within each of us. As an individual we are the only one who can do &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;our own walk. We cannot &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;do it for our friends, or sisters and brothers, or parents, spouses &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;or children. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Emotional boundaries are at the core of any healthy relationship, especially the relationship you have with yourself. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;What has been seen this summer is that individuals have been seeing THEIR own stances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; where they as an individual stand on various matters, what they as an individual will allow, like, deem appropriate or not. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Souls have had revealed to them their own opinions, beliefs and values. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Generational Healing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The second facet the Light has shined upon is the issue of generational healing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; souls being willing and able to see the emotional histories of family and the effects they are living out by believing the stories as the truth. This type of work has taken great courage and this level of courage has been supported by and through Divine Intelligence and allowed through the great Light Vibration which is now present. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;No More Veil/Separation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The phrase, ‘the veils are thin’ was once common &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; now, there is no veil.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There literally is no there and here. There is no through the veils &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; the veil is open; wide open. This veil once referred to spirit world and what people saw as our world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Due to this incredibly amazing fact, dreams are now an opportunity for many to be immersed in other planes of life. Many of my students and clients have had strengthened dreamtime, visitations from shaman totems and physical comfort from dead loved ones. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;(For some this has been common communication, but for many this is a recently new form of communication.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Bliss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;and&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;joy are what we&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;experience when we are fully aligned with God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;To feel joy is an authentic state of euphoria, which historically humans have (craved) &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;made sad yet necessary attempts at finding through various addictions. BUT NOW, one is able to feel pure JOY like never before. This I find to be the most beautiful effect of the Light which is the effect of our collective awakening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; to feel such Bliss for being alive, for being here now, for being aware of a brief and beautiful moment in life which is free from addictions of any kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; to feel utter interior joy for God, for the Universal Divine Vibration of Love which floods our spirits and enlivens us to bliss!!!!!!! To feel, truly feel, the breath of awareness of infinite, or always, of love from the deepest space of your being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; to feel peace. Peace of knowing that the beauty and love of God is coming from within you and not anything you need to search for outside of yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; to be so much in love with Spirit and what one may refer to as a cosmic awareness of Life Itself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; to be bursting with so much gratitude for your breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; for knowing that we are eternal beings, here for a short time to experience yet more of this emotional play and &lt;u&gt;to feel unattached to the path, yet committed to the unraveling &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;to know that our work is to simply love through our hearts and to realize&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;there is nothing to figure out, nothing to create, nothing to do ……………&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am always amazed at the resiliency of the human being.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To see the energies which many grow up in, the path one has chosen in order to evolve into an awakened being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; and to see souls come through this path with an open heart is the only proof of God I need. To witness what one individual human body, mind and heart can endure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; and yet witness one make it through to the other side, to being present with history yet not attached to the story, to see souls forgive, to witness souls awaken to compassion and therefore free their own heart of being burdened - to watch, hear and feel souls take 100% responsibility of their own perceptions to experiences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; this fills my heart with joy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Infinite/Finite &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A cosmic understanding of finite vs. infinite is necessary for the intellectual spiritual development of the human to move beyond attachments of the mind and human sight to seeing through the heart center.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The extraordinary vibration of The Light, which this summer reached never before peak pulsations and magnitudes on this plane, allowed for a greater understanding of infinite which only can be understood through the interior awareness. Finiteness is a quantum something-ness which is an illusion through believing in exterior motivations and linear stories.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When one’s mind can wrap itself around true infinity of all, then we have the root&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;substance of God Consciousness. When one can take this understanding of Infinity of All and apply it to any experience or perception; then healing can take place; as healing is the absolute aligning of ones cells with God through ones beliefs of God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If someone is struggling right now, it is due to their belief in the exterior as the place from which they come from&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;in their perceptions of Life. To know God and to be grounded in Divine Intelligence is to come from the interior and now is the MOST perfect time to align with such cosmic juiciness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If you are&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;in fear, you believe more in the outside than the inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If you are feeling depressed you are focusing on the outside rather than the inside. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;If you are wavering, sad, heavy, burdened, angry….you are waiting for something on the outside to change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; you must &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;shift your thoughts to shift your vibration on the interior to see the exterior differently and for the exterior &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;to be&lt;/b&gt; different. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I would also like to express that since we are now a vibrational &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;race, (Thank you God!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; Flower Essences are truly the medicine of now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Flower Essences support the vibrational shifts necessary for healing, alignment with the Divine Cosmos) to take place in all cells of your being. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;This is such an extraordinary time to be in human form!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;My deep love to you and your clan, your pods, your families &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; may you be expressing in Love, feeling joy and being blissed out when you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; and if you are not here yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; may you be gentle and faithfilled, receiving the support you want and desire to allow your consciousness to shine in and as the Love of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;All things are possible with God. All.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Opera-Lyrics-Smooth; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Deborah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7475774320500163304?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7475774320500163304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/10/vibrational-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7475774320500163304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7475774320500163304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/10/vibrational-race.html' title='A Vibrational Race'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7974355186195071079</id><published>2011-09-28T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T03:21:45.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarkable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Today,( and when I am in the flow and awareness of God), I expect remarkable good in my life. I expect to see good I have never seen before. I expect God to move through my life, against all human thought and ideas and history and do what has never been done before. I expect God to do remarkable things in my life, because God only does remarkable things.&amp;nbsp; I expect unexpected good to be my experience. I expect remarkable healing, loving men and women, joy to pour through my day and I absolutely expect God to continually surprise me with more and more prosperity in all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As many of you know and read; we are in a most remarkable time. It seems no matter where I turn my eyes and read, I am being reminded of the good and trans formative times we are in - and the ways and means by which God is oversouling all illusions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am seeing clients healed of what 'they' were told they could not be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am seeing minds and hearts open to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am seeing souls aligned with a loving and good God who cares for them in comfort and ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I am witnessing, every day, the good which is God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday I am yet again transformed through someones message of love, healing and/or pure joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyday God brings to me what I asked to see and yet everyday I am continually blown away and cry in tears of bliss over the amazement my beingness feels - always expecting and yet always in awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;May your day be richly blessed by Love and in all ways may your mind,body and Spirit know the greatness of God - for God has great things to do through you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Today God has great things to do through me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7974355186195071079?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7974355186195071079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/09/remarkable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7974355186195071079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7974355186195071079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/09/remarkable.html' title='Remarkable'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-5784588831370362605</id><published>2011-09-11T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T03:02:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Expect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not awake yet - just barely. In the midst of being half asleep and feeling the cool air which had filled my bedroom during the nighttime....I heard The Voice - ask them; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;What do you expect?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I always ask my clients what is you intention today? - before they lay on the&amp;nbsp;table. Now, I see and feel and shudder with the truth, it is what they expect that it is even more profound. It is what we expect at every moment which is deeply, mind blowingly and sometimes excruciatingly leading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you expect this prayer to do for you? What do you expect this healing session of laying of hands, REIKI, energy medicine to do for you? Through you? What are your expectations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Upon that moment of half sleep, half awake this morning...I had this epiphany that any ego frustration I may have, lays in the vast separation of a clients expectations and mine - and it is their expectations that are so very critical. I can see that when I am wise enough to poke a hole in their expectations in order to expand their awareness of all which is possible//the outcome can be different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Do you have faith in God or not and what does that faith do for you? Do you expect good, abundance, joy, health, outrageous fun or not? OR do you simply depend on the past, on genetics, on your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to tell you what your&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will look like? Are you depending on another person to tell you what you potential is or are you going for the brass ring? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One client may come to me for comfort&amp;nbsp;- it may be all their mind can possibly comprehend - while I am expecting them to be free of pain, cured/healed of a label. If I have done my work as well as I should at any moment; all my clients SHOULD be able to hear the idea that perhaps this or that is a possibility.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone one of us has the same Divine Potential for spiritual expansion which is beautifully reflected in our bodies and lives. This learning, knowing of infinite possibility must be a part of ones awareness for it to even be considered by them as a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, right now, you are reading this: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;what do you expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What do you expect your day to be like? What do you expect your body to feel like? Do you expect to hear positive news from the doctor or not?&amp;nbsp; Do you expect your job to add stress to your life or do you expect to breeze through it with grace? Do you expect the visit with your family to go well or do you expect short fuses?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I am not speaking of what you hope, what you wish for, what would be nice...i really mean it! What do you EXPECT!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We expect what we know and until we change what we know we will keep getting the previous expectations. Our faith in God allows us to expect something different, new and never seen before. Our faith in the yet to be revealed allows our eyes to be blessed with new sight, our hearts to feel new love and our minds to know more good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The ego loves to stay with what it knows - anything new is a threat. When you wish to change your mind and you feel uncomfortable, or wish to feel better and cannot or would like to have your life experience be different than it is: one has to surrender (ego dissolution), in order to allow the light of new expectations to manifest in your experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you expect? If you expect to feel better you will ! If you expect to get such and such accomplished you will! If you expect good you will see good..............but when you continually depend on what the past has taught you, or what others are telling you or what you automatically and unconsciously allow to seep into your expectations; the outcome will not change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Change your thoughts, expect new, see the potential, know the possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-5784588831370362605?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5784588831370362605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-you-expect.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5784588831370362605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5784588831370362605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-you-expect.html' title='What Do You Expect?'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7430726571507142524</id><published>2011-09-09T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:49:06.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Work Begins</title><content type='html'>Many souls are asking - what the heck is going on? Why is it so difficult?&amp;nbsp; From weather to economy to government to empty bank accounts to simply being CRANKY like never before........to despondent, aggravated.....you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I love and care about are in the midst of very difficult times. Several emails every week from souls wanting to understand what is going on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an old analogy, but so very true - when the lights are finally turned on, you see how dirty the room really is. All the dust, hidden stuff, secrets packed away.....all the stuff the darkness was hiding - or at least pretending to hide from you. And then you go and do it, you turn the light on - and some days you wish you hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply true; the more light, the more you see. All these years we have been praying to have our consciousness raised to such a degree that Love would fill the world with Light - not so comfortable, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is NOT of the Light will show up. Think about it - simple science. Lights on, see all. Lights off, see nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may reach a certain level of expansion in your life and realize you marriage is not what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You may reach a certain level of open-heartedness and see your husband is an alcholic - and you've lived with him for over ten years and never knew!&lt;br /&gt;You may reach a level of faith and see that or this or it or that...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................it was there all along. It was always there - that experience. It didn't just happen because the light went on, you see it because the light went on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;nbsp;have a realization&amp;nbsp;you really want to do this in your life, not that. You see your child needs to move out. You see your government is not all that good at what they do. You see that human behavior is mostly pretty stupid. You see there is a&amp;nbsp;great deal of good in the world. You see that you want to quite your job and paint for a living. You see you really ARE good at what you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hide. Humans are excellent at it. We hide from ourselves all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was there ALL the time. The love, the joy, the potential. Yet, right when the lights are turned on, after being off for lifetimes, there is a lot of dust to move through before the glory can be&amp;nbsp; enjoyed. Now that the lights are on, the real work begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7430726571507142524?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7430726571507142524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/09/real-work-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7430726571507142524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7430726571507142524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/09/real-work-begins.html' title='The Real Work Begins'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-9027583933897996076</id><published>2011-08-26T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:25:16.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALK YOUR TALK or GET PULLED UNDER THE BUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: small;"&gt;Describing the present energies is a formidable task. I feel called to share my observations in order for others to know they are not alone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Despite and due to the universal energies, shifts and vibrations, we are seeing effects one can only categorize as daunting and intimidating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(One can read the horoscopes, study the different teachings about the galactic plates shifting, know about the weather and global shifts, be aware of the Mayan prophecies….but….) As a student and teacher of soul journeys and the effects of our thoughts and beliefs on our individual lives; I feel my front row seat is rather interesting, unique and incredibly humbling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The effect, (from the Universal Shifts and heavenly opportunities of time and space) can be described as NOW. The one thing you have always wanted is here; that ONE thing, choice, experience, dream, desire, longing, you have always thought about, prayed upon - is here. That precipice; the scraggy ledge, that edge in time and space - quantum and linear, has come together and cosmically aligned; aligned with and as your journey of NOW. People are at a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;point where the one thing they have hid from their whole lives – is calling. That ONE teaching, that ONE immense fear, that ONE area of wanting; is HERE now. That one aspect of their individual healing which will allow them to fly…..if they only say yes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Perhaps it snuck up on you – or feels that way. That one thing you always asked for. Perhaps it shocked you, surprised you, came at the most unexpected, moment; that one opportunity. It is as if people who are wanting are standing on the edge of their own journey, that individual fork in this life they chose – and when it use to seem so simple, although incomplete; and as if they ever dreamed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;they would have an actual chance of this, thinking it was only a dream; and as if God would only hear me I could do that or I want to do this so much; and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, they may be frozen in fear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;OR they be soaring in love!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Come to the edge and fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;–&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Standing on the edge is uncomfortable. It is a space of delicate balance. If I take just one more step, one more small step…I will be in totally new territory, the unknown. If I say yes, just one small word, to this thing, this idea, this that I once only dreamed of – how do I know? How do I know I will succeed? How do I know I will do it well? How do I know? How do I know it will work out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;You don’t. But your Faith in that which brought you to this place does&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allow the Humor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;‘Beneath our egos, deep in the guts of our stories, hiding in the dankness of our victimhood, feeding upon the bile of our shame; is the humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;The humor will raise us from the stories upon which we climb, stringing together heartaches, pain, guilt and remorse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;A weak and unstable bridge is built – and as the foundation cracks open, we gain momentum, not wanting to drop into the ethers of the vastness of one’s family sorrow – but rather to use this bridge formed of tears in order to reach our place of victory.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The secrets are out. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Thank God!) &lt;/span&gt;Let go or get dragged. Climb up or get run over. Breathe through and take that step. Say yes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The two complaints are: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;“It is so hard.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt; Yes, it is difficult to let go of one’s ego and trust in God. Get over it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;“I can’t.”&lt;/b&gt; No, you cannot do this alone, you are absolutely correct – do it with God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Guidelines:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Not everyone is going to like you. (get over it.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Not everyone is going to agree with your actions and choices. (get over that to.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are not here to please everyone else –(for those are only personalities.) - &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;you are here to please, serve and be in joy with that which is greater than i.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;No matter what the outer experience looks like right now; it is most undeniably about letting go of ones ego and coming into Oneness with another’s heart. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Forgive&lt;/b&gt;. Who? Yourself, your parents, your spouse, your children. Do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Forgiveness does not mean you stay or go or leave or run or even like – it simply means you forgive. It means you stop blaming, finding fault and ridiculing.&amp;nbsp;It means you place yourself in a place of not intellectually understanding why or how – but in blind faith know we EACH have made choices which have affected another person in what appears to be an insensitive or painful way. Our humanness. Get over it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Do you trust God or not? I have been sounding like a broken record with this statement over the past three months with friends and clients. Walk your talk or get pulled under the bus. Now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;How will I know? You will know you are walking your talk because you will feel empowered. Empowered beyond anything you ever felt before. You will know, by the way your heart feels and the words you speak and the feelings you have; you will know you are a soul who has taken the great plunge into the unknown with God and said Yes to your journey – this wonderful, amazing journey of love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Fax&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Bless you, bless you, bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-9027583933897996076?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/9027583933897996076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/walk-your-talk-or-get-pulled-under-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/9027583933897996076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/9027583933897996076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/walk-your-talk-or-get-pulled-under-bus.html' title='WALK YOUR TALK or GET PULLED UNDER THE BUS'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7608862391341617471</id><published>2011-08-11T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T04:09:43.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagging on................................to last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;i went outside to commune with the hawks and on the pond was a joyous show of twelve ducks bathing, splashing, preening, making noise, lots of water, like 12 two year olds in a wading pool....chasing each other, spreading their wings to get water in all the right places......such joy. and then, there, to my left, three young bucks along the ridge. gallivanting proudly like&amp;nbsp;two 17 yr old boys and then a younger brother, say ten......antlers just coming up to size.........following behind, taking cues from the leaders.......stop, listen, go......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;all things honoring their natural rhythms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7608862391341617471?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7608862391341617471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/tagging-onto-last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7608862391341617471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7608862391341617471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/tagging-onto-last-post.html' title='tagging on................................to last post'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-436410135395278339</id><published>2011-08-11T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T03:50:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I love fall. It is my favorite time of year, and no doubt what may be the driving force in me living my life in New England. Nature, the natural cycle of the essence of life itself lets us know when.........if we only listen, feel and allow our hearts to interpret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;This past week the bluebirds, starlings and other summer feathered friends are quiet, the crows have been louder, the hawks screeching often and we have a very loud owl who praises night fall. I know this, because my windows are now open.....allowing for my senses to be filled, touched and glorified! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have friends who are hot weather women. I am not one of them. Living at the ocean is the only way I can love the heat...............i need air flow. I require flow.&amp;nbsp;I need circulation, movement. I have to have it. In all aspects of my life. I must know I am shifting, growing, changing, allowing for flow. Stagnant is my least favorite four letter word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The Farm lets me know when the season is&amp;nbsp;changing. I don't need a date book or calendar or school year to tell me. The air tells me. The groundhogs weight tells me. The birds tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My yearning for tea rather than coffee tells me. I know fall is in the air when I desire tea. I know summer is upon me when I desire coffee. My own unique rhythms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;We each have our own unique cycles. Our lives are greatly eased when we listen to them and with reverence; choose actions upon the information gathered. When I was a 'young thing' I would have called them red flags.....................now I know it is more than intuition; it is in all-ways the wisdom of the nature of all that i am speaking to me, guiding me, prodding me along this path of my individual journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;For instance, I have a relative who does not understand why I drink tea in the fall and coffee in the&amp;nbsp;summer - it SHOULD be the other way around.....coffee is too hot for summer......blah, blah, blah. (When I then am in the midst of the full change of the season, grasping for tea one moment and coffee the next...it will put them right over the edge! If they only knew the Laws of Transformation, they would not be unsettled.) Now, if we go thru our lives doing the should dance, that is exactly what it turns to; a chaotic dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have this small gift. I never have to time hard boiled eggs. Ever since I was a kid, I just know when they are done. I don't watch the clock, I do not fret nor think about it; i put them on and then take them off when&amp;nbsp;I think of it. Yellow, perfect, done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Some people&amp;nbsp;want something outside of themselves to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;tell them when they are done, or when it is done, or when it is time. You have an inner clock. You have all you need. This nature of things is what YOU are. There is this Divine Nature of Life; the Essence of God which lies within and with out all things. Trust it. Find out how it works, how to use it, apply it and reap the benefits from It; and TRUST it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Trust your own unique cycles, trust the God within and without, Trust.........now, to go sit outside and commune with that hawk.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-436410135395278339?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/436410135395278339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/seasonal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/436410135395278339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/436410135395278339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/seasonal.html' title='Seasonal'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-4098036504748988094</id><published>2011-08-08T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:57:11.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Our Own Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please help me stay out of your way.&amp;nbsp; I see how we just get in your way ALL the time. I ask you, help me stay out of your way today - all day, one moment at a time. When I get in your way, I am in my OWN way. It is really wierd that way. I want you so much, I want to see you, feel you, know you - and I HAVE to get out of my way, your way, our way......in order&amp;nbsp;to allow you access! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;keep me&amp;nbsp;out of my own way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you and Amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Things&amp;nbsp;we do that keep&amp;nbsp;us in&amp;nbsp;our own way! &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; The things we do that prevent us from being aware&amp;nbsp;of our Oneness with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Control situations, or think we are controlling anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Butt in before we are invited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Judge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; ridicule &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; ......and find fault with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Be unkind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Say No too often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Look outside ourselves rather than inside ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; Say I should, I have to and feel obligated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;13. Come from our heads,&amp;nbsp;not our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;14. Think too much, for too long about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;15. Refuse to feel......ignoring our heart centers........the very place that God speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;All things are possible with God, but first, you have to get out of your own way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Blessings, Deborah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-4098036504748988094?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4098036504748988094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-our-own-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4098036504748988094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4098036504748988094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-our-own-way.html' title='In Our Own Way!'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-361298615508181632</id><published>2011-08-01T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T04:01:32.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimate Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep in prayer this early morning i feel small. The birds sing loudly and tears roll down my cheeks as&amp;nbsp;i offer myself to God for love - to be love on this day, to never forget myself, to stand in love, to offer love, to know and never forget nothing more than&amp;nbsp;i am a woman in the midst of humanity, praying that any difference&amp;nbsp;i might make, any moment&amp;nbsp;my small self may vibrate - that this may be for good. On my knees, by my bedside, like a child,&amp;nbsp;i continually offer myself&amp;nbsp; to Grace that&amp;nbsp;i be used for good, that in any small way i may support&amp;nbsp; a vision of grace to descend upon the hearts of those few whose lives entwine with mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i gaze upon others, in awe and with shame &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;some coveting -&amp;nbsp;who support grace&amp;nbsp;in the world in linear big ways; famous, commercially successful and other; and then&amp;nbsp;i gaze upon my own calling and the callings of so many souls i know, to support in love others - one heart at a time. And&amp;nbsp;i once again continually offer myself up and in, surrendering in the knowing that the will of God is good, purposeful and knows - that my small, tiny, mostly uknown self may be offering good unto the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you God for yet another day to entwine my heart with others and seek, find and bathe in your love. May my small self do some good today, may i may not waste my time here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-361298615508181632?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/361298615508181632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/intimate-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/361298615508181632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/361298615508181632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/08/intimate-prayer.html' title='Intimate Prayer'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-728980725249062037</id><published>2011-06-21T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T06:37:07.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritual ~ Oneness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;This morning I created a ritual  honoring the Solstice. Creating ritual, whether with others or yourself alone is  a tool for bringing your full mind, body and heart together as One. The way of  God  moments. My  sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;In our lower garden, which is a  portal, I  placed my very large Rose quartz which has traveled along side me for  several years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;Creating a circle around this  beautiful stone,  I welcomed it back to the earth, to remember its beginnings,  to be fed by the longest day of the year, to be released of the old and to be  allowing of the new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing the West I thanked  the winds- those dancing spaces of air which nudge us, redirect us, push us and  carry us. I thanked the Sun, Its strength, fire and  heights of Light it  shares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing in the North I  thanked the Wisdom. I thanked ancestors of mine, this land, the families whom  have lived here before me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing in the East I  thanked the peace. I thanked my teachers - from parents to children, to husband,  to teachers, to clients and students.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing in the South I thanked  the land, the flowers, the blossoms, every critter, those I see and cannot see.  I called upon my power animals - the deer, the great blue heron, the white  egret, the hawk and expressed my gratitude for being with me, teaching me and  guiding me at all times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;Walking around the circle once  more, creating markers in the wet grass, I stood in the heat of the sun,  climbing to its highest point of the year and shared  my deepest devotions to  all who have come before me and celebrated this day in Light, Love &amp;amp;  Truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;Feeling the presence of God  moving as me. I stood  blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;Now, I am off to officiate at a  graveside ritual-remembering a life well lived of a grand matriarch, four days  shy of her 96th year she left her body on 1-11-11. Ritual.  Connections. Oneness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;with my love and  gratitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ae1909;" style="color: #ae1909;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;Deborah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ff0000;" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 18pt;" style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;" style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: 12pt;" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #800080;" style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-728980725249062037?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/728980725249062037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/06/ritual-oneness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/728980725249062037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/728980725249062037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/06/ritual-oneness.html' title='Ritual ~ Oneness'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-1369035077179597781</id><published>2011-05-20T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:50:28.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What  Would You Do....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With all the rain in the Northeast these past few weeks, day dreaming has been a constant past time.&amp;nbsp; I could be self righteous, say I have been using the spiritual gift of imagination, have been visioning, have been manifesting....... and I have, but in all my humanness; I have been day dreaming. I have been experiencing a constant interior philosophical conversation - all going on in my mind and heart non-stop......what would I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I do not know any one who does not want to have more money, to win the lottery, to strike it huge in the financial freedom monetary line of manifestations. I am included. But recently it has been different. After you buy your dream home and new cars - then what? After you help out family and friends - then what?&amp;nbsp;I have been quite&amp;nbsp;enticed by the gifts that people like Oprah and Ellen have instituted with their wealth, connections and imagination&amp;nbsp;in order to create&amp;nbsp;platforms for others. Ellen just started her own record label; 11:11. And many of us are aware of the accomplishments of Oprah. My heart has gone to what would I do? What would I create in order for others to benefit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously. Many of us say we would give money here and there. We would feed, we would clothe, we would tithe, we would give much of it away - but isn't&amp;nbsp; it greater and just as important a gift to create something others can benefit from in order to grow, explore, substantiate, use as a foundation or as I like to see it; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a platform from which to jump off from&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; ..something which lives on beyond our homes, stuff and our life itself? Ellen's record label benefits all. She loves music, talent has a place to express and grow, others reap the&amp;nbsp;joy of the music..... people get to live their dreams, new jobs are created........&amp;nbsp;I like the idea of buying homes for friends; but what platform could I create? &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;a big serious question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I immediately contemplate our education system in&amp;nbsp;our society, and how to help many to benefit - how to create a platform&amp;nbsp;from which teachers could feel supported.&amp;nbsp; (There is also a certain puppeteer I would like to support and get her in every school across the universe!) I&amp;nbsp;think of holistic health care; how to educate, make available to others on a grand scale opportunities to choose holistic options when their bodies, minds and spirits are in crisis. I&amp;nbsp;think of various boards I have sat on and how if they had the funds, their voices could be more effectual. I vision creations of redefining boards and choosing where to place monies for the arts, for creating, for choices of freedoms. &amp;nbsp;What type of platform in order to benefit the masses? &amp;nbsp;How to teach others to fish, rather than simply giving them the net full of fish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When we seriously contemplate this, as well as the joy of simply gifting, it begins to create awareness's of bigness. We&amp;nbsp;tend to think small. It takes Oprah's and Ellen's to guide us and example for us the gift of grand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And of course, it is always about God. This is in all ways about the gifts of teaching and making available opportunities for others to indulge in the non physical aspects of life - to learn individually that there is a non physical greatness awaiting their awareness and &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when one sees it, feels it and allows the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cords of light to infiltrate their minds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and then to let their imaginations run wild with the gift of affecting others, creating for the benefit of humankind; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well it has the potential to change everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What would you do....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-1369035077179597781?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1369035077179597781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-would-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/1369035077179597781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/1369035077179597781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-would-you-do.html' title='What  Would You Do....?'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-6441963719700921934</id><published>2011-05-04T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T06:02:12.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Rejoice?</title><content type='html'>Of recent world events I am feeling ashamed and sad for many who I know and do not know. The publicity, joy and time the media, in news and entertainment as well as those I see on FB are giving to the joy of the death of another human is at moments more than I can bare. Allowing it to enter my energy field allows for deep contemplation of loving, Oneness and right mindedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not like it, I do believe there can be such lack of knowing God that what we are looking at is ‘evil’. (LIVE back words.) There is no doubt that historically, we have witnessed such deep and dark souls in human form that they violate the gift of life with a vengeance unknown to most that our fear and lack of comprehension of such choices leave us nothing else but to permanently renounce and ‘kill; to take the life breathe from them, in order for a life of living to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much of a woman of God as I am, as much as I live my life aligned with do no harm – I do see that in this world there will always be polarity. There will always be the dark and light, the extremes of lack and fullness. It is how it is here on this earth plane. In as much as I work with less formidable lack in my ministry and healing practice, there has been occasion to bring out a more aggressive mind set in order to denounce inappropriate behaviors, beliefs and/or energies. I do not like it, but I do understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the above stated, there does exist such darkness and lack of Love that one cannot meet that energy in Love. We must meet that energy where that energy resides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we meet it there, after persons who have taken on the role of killer and killed, after the souls who chose to be in the authoritative space of having to watch another human have the life breathe taken from them, after we know that hundreds have died at the hand of another being, after we believe all that we are told, after we send in highly trained beings to vanquish, (on one level) evil from our lives – should we rejoice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Mother, Father, God – the Infinite Universal Presence, the Creator and ALL which is Created – we ask You to dwell among us and through us that those who are unaware of You as their Source are healed and within them the cellular memory of You is made manifest for them to breathe as their pure life force. Our Sacred Oneness is that which You are and as we embody through our minds and allow You to reach deep into our hearts -- we DO renounce all that is lack of God. Our prayers go to each of us – to Your global community, that we may not rejoice in the loss of a life – but that we may continue to stay on a path of righteousness, of seeking You, of love and loving. That we may continue to seek out the loving goodness in all beings and for those who are protecting us - in the physical and non-physical - from that which has not yet been made aware of You –– we pray their safety.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-6441963719700921934?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/6441963719700921934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-we-rejoice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/6441963719700921934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/6441963719700921934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-we-rejoice.html' title='Do We Rejoice?'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-3343779790068890758</id><published>2011-04-30T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T05:53:06.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am humbled by many of my clients - yet none so deeply as a young woman I have been working with for several months. Upon her most recent appointment, when asked what her intention was for this particular session, she answered; 'more happiness'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The session proceeded to be immense. The gravity of the work was beyond - simply beyond. The amount of release from old ways was huge - the energetic largeness of the work was incredible - I swept and swept and moved and moved old cords, emotional baggage carried for lifetimes filled the room; heat, volume, density was undeniable.&amp;nbsp;If there is an equivalent - several sessions in one, perhaps.&amp;nbsp;I had no words - and neither did she.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Since that experience, I have contemplated the simple prayer of happiness. We can become so deliberate, focused and controlling over what we think God should be/do for us - we often can hear ourselves telling God what we think we should want or have. It came to me, that the more finite we are in our prayers; the less room there is for God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When we can trust God with all our hearts, what more can there be to affirm, but happiness. I am happy. Today, I am happy. More happiness, God &amp;amp; thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Such a simple prayer - such a beautifully naive and full opportunity to allow for the Creator to do Its creating in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I hope you will take time today to contemplate the idea of&amp;nbsp; the simple prayer of 'more happiness.' - with relief in the trusting of Gods will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-3343779790068890758?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/3343779790068890758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/04/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/3343779790068890758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/3343779790068890758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-4815380908176293874</id><published>2011-04-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T07:06:59.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The past few weeks, month, year - have been at times, unruly. There are days when we feel we are being turned inside out - upheavel comes to mind. The world appears to be in crisis - and we are in its center. How do we flow, let it be, allow for the Light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday morning, the 19th, I awoke a new. Be that it is Spring, Easter, Passover - all of this and more - it all feels quite signifcant. The recent fool moon tore away at us all our relationship 'garbage'. It provoked and allowed us to see ourselves in relationship, how we sound, how we are, how we react, respond, act. Grandmother Moon allowed for the great and glorious strength of Grandmother Spider to enhance our souls - to dance its web throughout our thoughts and lead us to its center. This moon also held the Light and Power for us to see and let go of all negativty we speak of. Like a waterfall our own negative words come to the surface and we see our wounds and ask the Wisdom of the Grandmothers to bless us. Grandmother wisdom can wrap around our souls and allow the Divine Feminine to step&amp;nbsp;to the&amp;nbsp;front and center in our being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As I was given the blessings of this wisdom, I heard my own voice of annoyance, of aggravation - my ego view of the male energies - as I stepped into the initiation of the Grandmother wisdom I&amp;nbsp;saw&amp;nbsp; lack perceptions leave, I knew I no longer would feed my soul with what had in the past been fuel for my expansion. My heart opened to a new fullness of the Divine Feminine, to the intuit of our world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If it caused me annoyance or aggravation it may no longer be part of my journey. I had to forgive myself for feeding my heart such draining experiences. I acknowledge how the journey into was driven by these forces and without them&amp;nbsp;I would not be here. There is an odd and joyous revelation to the path we come to know which in itself is Holy in all its humanly perceived negativity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I no longer dance with annoyance or aggravation. My partner is the wisdom of the Grandmother, the Grace of Spider Medicine. The web is woven through our hearts - connecting, circling, enhancing the qualities of loving what is and leaving all else alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animalspirits.com/index11.html"&gt;http://www.animalspirits.com/index11.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with great love, Deborah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-4815380908176293874?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4815380908176293874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/04/grandmother-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4815380908176293874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4815380908176293874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/04/grandmother-wisdom.html' title='Grandmother Wisdom'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-8583715192039291737</id><published>2011-04-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T08:49:27.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 % Responsibility</title><content type='html'>My&amp;nbsp;Aries fire has been lit up lately, as it has been universally, causing all our individual ‘stuff’ to be brought to the surface like rockets going off. The undertones of anger are immense and the laughter of freedom from previous density is often. It is amazing, exhausting and encouraging witnessing the effects of our planet shifting into a full 5th dimensional civilization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of this journey which is giving an opportunity for our vulnerabilities to surface, I see one of my greatest flaws; it is that I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume one knows this, or one is coming from here or one presently understands such and such. We all know what ‘assume’ means, and it gets me into uncomfortable spots. I do not like beginning at the beginning – I prefer to take off from where I am at – but I all too often forget, others may not be on the same page and yes, I am not on their page either. This can cause either painful communication breakdowns as well as heightened awareness and love brought about through joining together in the humor of the separation itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have witnessed my assuming experience in high volume this past week. I have been at fault (or at love, depending on your perception!) for assuming souls were at a similar spiritual space as I, assuming others all ready were living from The Law of Creative Presence, the Law which expresses to us the great mirror of reflection – empowering us to take 100 % responsibility for our lives. Since I have found myself in this space of awkwardness and assumption, it feels like a perfect time to share the meaning, practice and awareness of 100 % responsibility and what this means – for that Is the core of the teachings, guidance &amp;amp; foundation of The Amethyst Light Ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;100 % responsibility is birthed of unconditional love for ones self and humankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many ministers, I have given several Sunday sermons on ‘forgiveness’. The verbiage and message are based from my personal life experience of being brought up in an alcoholic home with many empty spaces, addictions, fears and obsessions. The sermon message is; I am not responsible for what&amp;nbsp; another does; but I am fully responsible for how I respond, act and be in any situation. I also had learned that one can never run away from what is ours to grow from. (One may say lesson here, but I do not like that. Lesson sounds as if one is a child and has to pass such and such…) We each come here with the same purpose; to learn to love. In this purpose, we each choose life plots in order to open our hearts to unconditional love. Some learn thru abuse, others thru personal addiction, illness, others thru relationships, perhaps love, success, wealth, poverty, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for a soul to grow through and into love, God asks of us to believe/do two things: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;1. Own our choice to be in this expereince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hear this and react with, ‘you blame me for this? You think I chose this? This is them doing it, not me’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we choose life themes/paths prior to coming here into this incarnation. I believe that we are constantly choosing and creating through our beliefs and that we can make a shift from creating unconsciously to creating consciously through our individual use of The Law (of God, Attraction, Creativity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The Law is the great mirror. We draw to us - as we witness our exterior we need only look within to see how and why it is present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did I draw this experience into my reality? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A button is pushed – anger rises; uncomfortable-ness is the feeling, hurt, fear, and angst – a button is pushed. The understanding of The Law teaches us we have a wound which has been re-opened, scraped, touched, bruised once again, in other wards, shown to us – when a button is pushed. This is OUR wound, not theirs – they are the messenger only – we say thank you for exposing this to me again, showing me this is still part of my vibrational field and now I CAN DO my work around this which is crying out to be whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;As I do my work, as I open to a clearer alignment with God, with unconditional love --&amp;nbsp;bridges to wholeness are created, my vibration is raised, freedom is Spirits gift to an a awareness of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When finding one’s self in a situation of discomfort, in order to move through it and beyond it, we need only take responsibility for having chosen it. I chose it before I came here or I chose it unconsciously by my beliefs, or I chose it because my old wound is not yet healed and it is pretty loud and showing itself to me once again – I chose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;As I seek within myself and see my beliefs, my stories - I choose to change them through forgiveness, acceptance and compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Through faith in God we can see our way through any situation. It is in seeing our way through an experience, not around it, that an alignment of love is possible. If we leave a relationship or experience before we align with love and gratitude within our lives for the experience, we will meet up with it again and again – same plot, new players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In having faith in The Law, ‘so above, as below/as within, without’ - we are then empowered through owning our conscious or unconscious choice to be in a particular experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one does not take responsibility for an experience they fall victim to another person or experience and then their ability to act, choose or heal is not available to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This action of 100% responsibility does not make a horrible experience good, or a terrible experience better, or an uncomfortable experience less uncomfortable. IT DOES however allow us the room to appreciate seeing it with more clarity and asking; what is mine to do here? Owning our choice here allows us to not be angry at the other, but to say thank you for playing this role in my life that I can know my strength, my power, my faith, my ability to forgive, to love and/or to feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2. To own our responsibility before we leave the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the key – to own it before we leave, walk, slam a door, bolt, say good bye, run away or quit. If not, we leave a situation before we can forgive, be grateful for it, appreciate where it brought us and we miss an ( not THE only)&amp;nbsp;opportunity to heal the wound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one can leave and do the work afterwards; but the fact is, The Law will continually bring you into similar situations in order for you to be fully present in the midst of them and to ride the wave through them; into love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;“I once told a friend, I was going to get through my relationship with my mother into love this lifetime, because I was **&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;^ sure I was NOT going to have to do another life with this expereince again!” (I am happy to say&amp;nbsp;we did.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As others have pointed out, does this mean you want me to stay in an abusive situation just to get the lesson? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I want you to understand The Law, make it work FOR you, so you can stand fully present and see what is yours to see, shift what is yours to shift within you, in order to move forward more empowered, more loving and less a victim to your own wounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I grew into a young mindless adult coming from the home I came from, I married yet another version of my parents. My wound called us forward. It was perfect! It had to get worse, before I grew spiritually enough for it to get better; but it got better than ever! I reached a space in my heart where I am so grateful to the souls who were my parents, for all their addictions, dysfunctions and conditional loving – without them I would not be who I am; and for that I know I am eternally grateful. Forgiveness to myself for choosing such a path! – forgiveness to the souls who were my parents, my first husband; for having had to have them be the people they were, so I could become I who I wanted to be -- gratitude all over the place! Forgiveness and joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see how the most challenging of your situations is simply the same exact opportunity over and over again? If you can see this, try this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;1. Vision your soul, a presence of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2. Imagine a spiral going around it, beginning at the (your feet) bottom, heading upwards, a perfect spiral, getting smaller, tighter as it elevates to a peak above your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;3. The beginning is your birth in this carnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;4. The peak is your God Realization Union.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;5. In the bottom part of the spiral see a situation, experiences and the way you handled them. Watch as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;the spiral moves upward…..all the time you growing spiritually, becoming more enlightened…..and similar situations happening…..and you moving through them with a bit more ease and grace each time…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;6. Until above the center of the spiral you handle an issue of ego, of love, of illness, of abuse, of victimhood, of addiction; with 100 % responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7. You will no longer need to have that type, that theme of an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this sharing to support you know than you know. Every one of you, who has ever been upset with me for saying 100 % responsibility, thank you. Because of you, I am sharing this. My prayer and intention is I know someone is going to benefit from this writing. In my years of spiritual practice, as a seeker, minister, counselor, healer and teacher; I have witnessed hundreds of&amp;nbsp;souls raise themselves from personal pain and restriction through understanding The Law and creating through taking 100 % responsibility for their role in the play of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With big love, Deborah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I cannot change you – I can only change me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I am not responsible for you – I am 100% responsible for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-8583715192039291737?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/8583715192039291737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/04/100-responsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/8583715192039291737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/8583715192039291737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/04/100-responsibility.html' title='100 % Responsibility'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-3895763709366770209</id><published>2011-04-12T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:51:33.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(I guide my clients to speak to their wounds, as they are pure energy and a life force unto themselves. This is a prayer-rant that&amp;nbsp;I recently wrote for a beloved. They are to be said outloud, daily, unitl you feel your energetic vibration shift.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps this may support others journeys, so it is being shared.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello chaos. I recognize you. You were what my family of origin used as their experience of motivation – you and all your ‘pure crazy’ got them to move – got them to change – go them to shift – got them to see. Chaos – you belong to them, not me. You are a re-action, not a re-sponse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I do not choose you. I choose to re-spond to life. I see what you are what you were - I see more fully now how you are. You are in my cellular memory as my re-action to being here, to life – but I no longer choose you. I no longer choose the manic, crazy, chaotic experience of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Reaction is a cellular experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Response is my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I recognize you Chaos, but I no longer want you. And more importantly I no longer need you. I can see how you have served me, in your appearance of too much, not enough, too hard, too this and not enough of that – but no more. You are born of fear and lack of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;YOU, Chaos, who motivated my family and use to be the prime instigator for my life is no longer needed. You, Chaos, have served me well – you created an artist. You helped to create me. But, Good bye. I have found Choice. I like Choice. It is stronger than you, more flexible than you, deeper than you, wider than you, higher than you. It serves me in a more productive way, in a more self loving way. Choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;To my little girl who grew up in the house on the hill; I love you madly. You are me and now, I want you to know, we no longer choose Chaos. We no longer NEED chaos. We choose to speak up. We no longer have to speak up OVER the chaos or through the chaos. We no longer have to be crazy, or wild, or extreme to be seen or noticed or loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We can choose to be crazy, wild and perhaps a bit extreme if we WANT to – but those are part of chaos and now, now my little being and now my grown up woman; We choose to CHOOSE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;I am motivated by love. I am motivated by what feels good to me. I am motivated by what brings me joy. I am motivated by life, laughter, love, kindness and talk. Yes, talk. I have a voice. I speak in order to be seen. I do not have to yell, or scream or use any form of chaos to be heard. I am heard. Clearly and freely and lovingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Good bye Chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello Choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-3895763709366770209?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/3895763709366770209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-chaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/3895763709366770209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/3895763709366770209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-chaos.html' title='Hello Chaos'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7915396683122060799</id><published>2011-03-15T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T05:01:47.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Receiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have been contemplating the art of receiving of late...yet maybe not, I was actually contemplating the act of giving - and just yesterday, one of the many souls I am blessed to witness mentioned to me how she was practicing receiving and how very wonderful it is. So, I got thinking...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Are you good at receiving? So many take the conscious road of giving - of learning to tithe, giving of our time and talents and treasures.........some do it by buying a lot of things and gifting to others...some, like me, love the practice of receiving a complement and then offering the item as a gift - right then and there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This happened two weeks ago - I was in what I call my blissful state of being - a smiley grin across my face, feeling "light as a feather!"....and was walking out of the florist holding a bouquet of white star gazer lilies and white hydrangeas. The woman had just locked her car, as she approached me saying...'those are the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen!' she was mesmerized - I stopped. I offered. She bent her head down toward her chest with a loud, 'oh, no, I caaaaaannnnnttttttttttttttttt!'........................and I offered again, explaining&amp;nbsp;it would make me very happy to give her these - to bring her joy..............and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;again, the head bent down towards her chest, to hide her face and explain to me, 'oh, no, I caaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnntttttttt.'.......and one more time I explained how I had bought these for myself and I can do whatever I want with them and..................well, you get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She slowly backed away not knowing how to respond from random generosity, or random love...........and I shared there were more inside, perhaps she can buy her self some. That she could handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have a beautiful client, an adorable 80 year old woman who is now doing her work, so many blessings! She and&amp;nbsp;I had the recent conversation about this one person in her life who is not giving her what she wants and how in our humanness we blame that person for not being 'good', for not being 'polite', for not doing the 'right' thing. And of course God led us to the perfect picture, how this wonderful being, for 80 years, has always given/done&amp;nbsp;for others, but never let others do for her. Never. Even now getting her to accept a moment of love is like seeing Jesus walk on water. It's more than rare. And the best part is she got it. The Universe is about giving and receiving and you are either ARE or you are NOT.&amp;nbsp; And of course the perfect Spirit humor is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;by receiving we are giving&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - being an opening for God, for others to experience the joy of giving. (One of Gods win-wins.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you receive love freely? Do you allow others to do for you? Do you always have to be the one making the tea? Do you insist on others not doing..................are the one who always will be there for others but never let anyone be there for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How many times a day do you say no to love? How often do you say no thank you, I'm busy. Or not now, I have to work.&amp;nbsp; How often do you look for ways to be important, but how often do you let others feel important? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, I would love that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, you can drive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, we would love to come for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, I would be thrilled to live for free in your time share for three weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, I would LOVE those flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, you may gift me some bodywork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, I would LOVE that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, okay, go ahead, you can pay me more than I asked for......if you must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, you can come help me while I am sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, you can walk my dog for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, you can rub my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yes, yes, yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Do we feel forced to give anonymously because we are so not good at receiving?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The act of giving to others is Spirit in action. We have many opportunities as a society to&amp;nbsp; give to those less fortunate or in devastation; but how often do you allow others to give to you on a daily basis? To tithe to you personally, of their love, money, time, belongings; simply because they want to - simply because God has urged them from the inside out to love all over you!?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;How often during your day can you recognize that God is giving to you through another&amp;nbsp; human being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Smile at people. Say hello. Greet others with a good day, have a blessed day, enjoy your day. Look them in the eye, stop, be present. Such a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Receive freely and with great abandon all the good Spirit has for you. If you want great abundance in your life, if you want love, if you desire friendship, if you wish for community - &lt;u&gt;giving and receiving are a complete circle&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I say bring it on. Bring on the love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7915396683122060799?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7915396683122060799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-of-receiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7915396683122060799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7915396683122060799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-of-receiving.html' title='The Art of Receiving'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-6037972776533990799</id><published>2011-03-11T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:20:52.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Prayer</title><content type='html'>Mother Earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you - we calm our hearts in order for you to feel our humbling awe of your power and magnificence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let all life be secure in the unfoldment of your power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our love instill and pour into your ground our vibrations of Oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your oceans be stilled through our joy and serenity as we share our hearts with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Earth, Father Sky, Calming Waters -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our awakening be filled with Grace as our soul vibrations expand to (an) awareness of universal Oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our hearts see calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our hearts feel calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our hearts be calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sees calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vibration of calmness spreads into the earth and seeps into the rivers and streams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pours itself upon the grand waters -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and calming Grace is the only experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, and so It Is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-6037972776533990799?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/6037972776533990799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/6037972776533990799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/6037972776533990799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-prayer.html' title='Earth Prayer'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7894382534841436669</id><published>2011-03-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:09:45.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Van Praagh/Michael Gerrish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last evening I went to the Newburyport Firehouse and witnessed the renowned spiritual medium James Van Praagh with a rather new still getting his confidence medium; Michael Gerrish. The ticket was 75.00 and well worth the three hour time slot of a mid week night out. Well known psychic medium James Holland was in the audience supporting his friends, the self care author Cheryl Richardson was there as the wife of Michael Gerrish as well as being a dear soul friend of James, no doubt also the reason they were on the ticket for the evening (!) and the local flavor of Newburyport was buzzing with gratitude - as thousands of Spirits were trying to be loud enough in order to have James speak for them! The energy was raised and crown chakras were flickering with delight. The pre 'show' anticipation was on high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in perfect audience mid stream, which I never do, (for I am an aisle girl for easy retreat and crowd control), I found myself questioning and delighted at this event. I had never seen James Van Praagh in person. Due to my own medium-ship and clairvoyance, I never felt the 'need'. Let me say he is no doubt the real deal.&amp;nbsp;His years of paving the way for all of us, has created an entertaining, sweet and gifted soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resonance of delight at any like event is that I get to see friends and peers I have not seen in a while - almost like a reunio -, hugs, smiles and 'how are you' are always heart opening gifts. My questioning was birthed of 'why?'. Or rather, what purpose does this information serve? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the very funny and authentic James reminded us that &lt;em&gt;'what another thinks about us is none of our business'&lt;/em&gt;, I have to own up to my own ego centered perceptions. What does it serve to have another human being tell you what you are feeling, or as host Bob Olsen said, take the lid off your head and reach right into your mind and pull stuff out....? It's your stuff. What goodness does it serve to have a person confirm your accident you had year ago and that your back hasn't healed yet? You know that, right? How does someone telling you your dead grandmother wants you to take care of yourself, or you have arthritis in your left arm, which you know due to the pain, support your journey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I hear these judgments and thoughts creating distance between myself and the joy of the evening, I also heard; well, this is one of things you do Deborah - don't you help? What's he doing that I don't? Could I be up there? (Oh, how we make it AAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL about our selves! Zowie, hit me with a 2x4 please.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The help and support which was shared last evening was immense. Many audience guests were pleased, relieved and empowered. The emotions of the evening come under the heading of validation. We seek validation in oh so many forms. Last evening, and the reason people go to psychics, mediums and others is to feel validation of something, sometimes any little thing, of life beyond this linear body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans we crave a significant event to prove to us that this is not all there is. We desperately want to know that there is more than this singular life, more than our frail 30, 56, 72 or 99 years on this plane. Last night I was reminded of just how hungry people are. Last night I was reminded of just how relevant this work is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few chosen through James Van Praagh were offered significant proof via this person they have never met, telling them about their prior relationships with dead relatives and the lives of these relatives. He reinforced that our lives, relationships and connections continue beyond the framework of this earth existence. Others were given proof via the humble Michael Gerrish that there is more to you than your physical body - your emotions, choices and life resonate through and out to others. Validation and comfort. Important stuff, we crave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Van Praagh has been around for thirty plus years as one of or perhaps the leader in the field of psychic medium-ship. Micheal Gerrish’s gift came to the surface in the past four years. He is a bodybuilder and health nutritional author and coach. I dare guess; this gift has rocked his world more than anyone else’s – as the unexpected always does. Michael continually spoke humble statements of recourse through his time on stage; that this psychic thing was new and he is fine tuning, learning and awakening to this gift. During and immediately after the evening I was not very patient with him - I felt he should begin with smaller venues, house parties, twelve to twenty folks - and away from his home town. I felt his humbleness bordered on apologies and set a foundation for doubt and insecurity - and to a degree I still do, but the truth is it took a huge amount of courage for him to walk on that stage. And for a man who for years has been a leader in a very different field; of course he is to be insecure in his offering of information he may feel is none of his business. But as a multi dimensional clairvoyant and empath myself ; I do offer you this Michael Gerrish - have faith in Spirit. The most you can do is offer and if someone says yes, then give them what you are offered. You are doubting yourself - that is your humanness, but do not ever doubt Spirit - that is your journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7894382534841436669?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7894382534841436669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/03/james-van-praaghmichael-gerrish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7894382534841436669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7894382534841436669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/03/james-van-praaghmichael-gerrish.html' title='James Van Praagh/Michael Gerrish'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-6660713655512862588</id><published>2011-02-24T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T04:15:17.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I begin my thoughts here I would like to share with you about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Solar Flare&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; energies hitting the earths atmosphere this past week. One of them the strongest since 2006. This energy is said to bring powerful magnetic energies into the earths atmosphere and to mess up GPS, cellphones, etc. BUT we know WE are also electromagnetic beings and many are experiencing the intensity of these solar flares, this powerful electromagnetic sun energy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;My personal suggestion is to be aware of this, along with the most recent full moon it can be VERY uncomfortable - and to go into quiet meditation whenever possible - it helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Antagonism, hurt feelings, a power-filled mass of fire energy coming from deep within your being - and basic all around intensity of whatever is prevalent for you - are all effects. BREATHE. Surround yourself in Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love discussing life after life - or rather the continuum of our soul selves. It is a favorite subject and one which I discuss often with my clients. I have experiences&amp;nbsp; of overwhelming proof and many 'past life' experiences. I have also traveled back and forth between the layers or rather dimensions - which would no doubt make a believer out of anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I love my purpose, my work, yet it is all about one thing - to create opportunities for others to know their souls, to see their eternal beingness, to understand this journey which at many times can appear unfair, painful, etc. As well as many times appear enormously wonderful! And when seeking understanding thru the human mind, this journey&amp;nbsp;may appear all too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;non-sensical - yet, when seeking understanding through our soul level, we find peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Death is the ongoing teacher - the mystery above all mysteries for human man to fear due to the deep&amp;nbsp;seeded ignorance surrounding this unknown. Yet, I do not believe it is an unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Souls come to this earth journey to heal experiences &amp;amp; relationships from previous lifetimes, and in this process,&amp;nbsp;the soul&amp;nbsp;awareness is raised.&amp;nbsp;When we are home in soul beingness, we are not 'perfect', as the illusion may think - we are who we are - but without judgement. If we are mean here in this earth body, in our soul beingness we see the meanness, yet choose a life where we set up the opportunities to move through this non loving&amp;nbsp;trait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;My favorite aspect, which&amp;nbsp;I mention often to those who know me, are our 'pods'. Our immediate soul beings who we are one with - the beings who we come back with time after time.....the ones who we love and who love us unconditionally - yet unconditionally, without judgement, is all we know in our soul beingness. Judgement is a human trait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;For me and my clients who can feel the remembering, death is a going home. The soul separates from the human vehicle and leaves the body to go home, to this other dimension where all souls live, heal, thrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;This earth walk is school. It is whatever you need it be. Our understanding in this process allows us to walk through the divine set up with Faith that not only have we destined our own life maps - but we have implemented the answers also - it takes courage, courage will lead one through &amp;amp; to the answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It is a privilege to be in human form here - not because few are chosen, but because ones who choose this earth school are choosing the densest and most difficult place to do&amp;nbsp;our soul healing work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;People ask me all the time - if this is so hard then, why not just go home where its all about unconditional love? Because it takes this journey here, on this dimension&amp;nbsp;called earth to have all the relationship stuff, the emotional stuff, the stuff stuff stuff we need in order to learn what we&amp;nbsp;are able&amp;nbsp;to bring our vibration into purer form. At home, we are. Here, we work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Think of the analogy of going to work each day if you go outside the home, into the work force of many other personalities - yet when you&amp;nbsp; come home at the end of the day, like minded energies are hopefully surrounding you and your energies can rest. Or perhaps there is one room you love and feel at peace in - you are still you, but you are no longer bombarded with the outside stuff. When you&amp;nbsp;'die' &amp;amp; go home, you are still you; but lovingly accepted by yourself and others thru non-judgement and simply being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Okay, dying. This soul separation from the body. I am a midwife for this process. We have birthing midwives, which is very wise because the coming into this world is extremely 'stunning' for a soul.&amp;nbsp;A dark room, the quiet, the love, the faith, the scents, the warmth, the mothers heart beat - all imperative for a gentle welcoming here. Yet, there is a social oversight in not having a midwife for ones deathing process. Dying can be very hard work. Yet, if prepared, through hypnotherapy, guidance, beliefs and practice; it can be a peaceful and loving and beautiful experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I would love to see the deathing process be as celebrated with love as one's birth. To be able to say; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your work is done. You are now able to go home to love, to God, to let go of this human form and allow your beautiful soul to soar!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Light candles, play soft beautiful music, shine love into the deathing room, show no fear - for the other dimension I call home is most beautiful, loving, glorious place one cannot even imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If you have a loved one in their active dying process, as you love them, sit with them, be with them; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;whisper gently - see the Light? Do not&amp;nbsp;be distracted - pay attention to the Light, those who have gone before you will welcome you with love. Let's think of peace now, of love, pay attention to love, to the feelings of love - breathe into the Light, allow the warmth of it to comfort you. That's right, good job. Other souls are waiting to greet you, you are deeply loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;My mother loved golf and as she made her way through her&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;ADP&lt;/strong&gt;, I would guide her to a golf course - to a great tee shot, to the imagination of a beautiful par 4 and the scope of the greens and the hills and the beauty of a fresh mowed green. She settled right into her process, relaxing into the familiar...then as she moved&amp;nbsp;deeper into her process, as with all beings, we bring them into the Light, into the visioning of purple/amethyst rays, of white light which will fill them, become more familiar to them, attract them/guide them/call them&amp;nbsp;into Divine Slumber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Remember, our dying ones hear everything. Our loved ones in comas hear everything. It is imperative this known fact&amp;nbsp;is honored for a peaceful transition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I promise you home is magnificent beyond your wildest dreams! I promise you this is school and home is beyond any definition of Love we can manage in our human minds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;with big love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Deborah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-6660713655512862588?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/6660713655512862588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/02/soul-medicine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/6660713655512862588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/6660713655512862588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/02/soul-medicine.html' title='Soul Medicine'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7416059240660861887</id><published>2011-02-14T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:48:37.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imperfection of Perfection ...OR..... The Only Perfection is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I see humans suffer from what could be called the disease of perfection. It is such a huge yet simple subject I have been wondering how to approach it. Here is my effort:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The only perfection is love. It is eternal. It is all that matters. To be loving, to act loving, to respond in love, to have faith in the eternal existence of love as the essence of each of us.&amp;nbsp; Love is that which heightens us to Itself, Love is what bridges us from heart to heart, Love is what kicks our weak little egos out the door and welcomes in harmony and ease. Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I use to have a bumper sticker on my car - &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;creating heaven on earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I believe many suffer from this concept also. It is misleading - thinking we are here to create a heaven like society -&amp;nbsp;when we believe this; we see things, actions, people, experiences as wrong when they are not heaven like according to our individual perceptions.&amp;nbsp;We are constantly seeing others, judging others&amp;nbsp;as ones we will have nothing to do with because they are not perfect, not following this 'right' action, not taking&amp;nbsp; this road - so we walk away. When we believe we are here to create heaven on earth we are seeking to change our exterior in order for it to conform to heaven, with all the traits, experiences, etc. that this 'other side' is like&amp;nbsp; - or what we may believe the other side is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Living life believing there is a &lt;u&gt;need for a perfect&amp;nbsp;earth&lt;/u&gt; creates divisions, divides us and builds&amp;nbsp;barriers. Perfection is heaven and all&amp;nbsp;else is not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we seek&amp;nbsp;a perfect world; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students&lt;/strong&gt; leave great teachers because the teacher has been diagnosed with a horrible disease and &lt;em&gt;if they were really together they would not be getting that disease, can't they make themselves better?&lt;/em&gt; - I believe this is one reason Ram Das chose the road he did- to teach in a very&amp;nbsp;public&amp;nbsp;way that perfection lies within how WE individually respond to life and call upon love to carry us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we seek a perfect world:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There are bad and good experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There are bad and good people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we seek a perfect world:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We are mad at ourselves when we feel or judge ourselves to be &amp;nbsp;less than -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When we&amp;nbsp;seek a perfect world we admire those we feel we cannot acsend to, those we say are better than us, know more than us, are more heaven like than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we seek a perfect world:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;find fault with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We scale. We build levels. We create status. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We fear that which does not live up to what we perceive to be&amp;nbsp;perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Our perfection has nothing to do with our bodies or clothes or homes or jobs or health. Our perfection has nothing to do with what we do - our perfection is HOW we&amp;nbsp;perceive, it is an interior awareness. Perfection is found deep within our souls. It is that awareness of the Divine Perfection of Love Itself which when we are aware of It and bridge our thinking, body, mind and heart to an awareness of Its Presence - we FEEL relief, we FEEL a glowing lift from all burdens, all misconceptions, all that is NOT of the Divine Perfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To believe that we are here in order&amp;nbsp;to create this earth to become&amp;nbsp;heaven like and&amp;nbsp; in the process to dismiss all that is not like Itself - is to dismiss the exact purpose of being a spiritual being in a human experience here &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;in this dimension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We come here to have the exact relationships and experiences that we have - we cannot have them anywhere else. It is only in this dimension, in this place called earth that we can see so blatantly the dark and Light - that we can see with such tactile and palpable existence how the ego, how fear, how that which is NOT of the Light can be. It is ONLY here, on this earth, in this sometimes challenging and amazing existence that we can BECOME that which we seek. The challenges which are the teachers, the rough times, the darkness; hold the lessons, &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold the sacred availability of our very own expansion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! It is so exciting to see the polarity which is offered here in this dimension as Divine Opportunities to Become that which is Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When we desire for everything to be nicy nice - for our worlds to be without negativity, challenges, disease...etc - &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;then we seek to take away the very essence of this earth school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. We seek to kick the teacher out of the room and think we can do it all on our own! We have to see the negative and take self responsibility for our perceptions of it&amp;nbsp; in order to expand our consciousness, in order to raise our individual awareness of Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This does not mean life is not wonderful - life IS wonderful when we see perfection within OURSELVES.&amp;nbsp; Only within yourself. Seek the harmony of&amp;nbsp;feeling, emoting this blissful state of Divine Perfection from within your own heart and then you will be living as close to heaven like existence as possible on this earth plane. Recognize love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All too many people seek the perfection of someone outside themselves - they build altars to their therapists, their ministers, their Gurus - they build altars to their diseases, their labels, their stories. Build only one altar - an altar to the Divine Perfection of Love within your own heart. &lt;strong&gt;And yet............&lt;/strong&gt;the divine perfection is, that&amp;nbsp;one cannot build an altar to/with Love within ones self &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;until you learn that building an altar to anything else does not work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hence, this necessary journey here on this beautiful dimension which offers us perfection in the imperfection life of living in human bodies - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Seek the love in every experience you have.&amp;nbsp; Find gratitude for the imperfections which unto themselves rattle your ego in order for you to choose to seek the Love which is your very own essence and the purity of&amp;nbsp;Spirit Itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;'To Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7416059240660861887?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7416059240660861887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/02/imperfection-of-perfection-or-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7416059240660861887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7416059240660861887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/02/imperfection-of-perfection-or-only.html' title='The Imperfection of Perfection ...OR..... The Only Perfection is Love'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-8023387894839170096</id><published>2011-01-19T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:46:54.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Several years ago I intitiated the "lets move to warmer climate" conversation with my husband. In the financial realm it was a good time to try it, but he/we hesitated due to familiy commitments. As I look back on that decision today, living in Massachsuetts I say 'ugh'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Winter is always a quiet time for me. It is the nautral time to go inward, to regroup, to listen. I believe that is Gods way for us, the universal path of nature. Yet, this winter dons a bit more of it, for I am now living in the midst of 30 acres, no other houses, lots of snow and this&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;morning lots of ice. Clients rescheduling, me rescheduling clients, people busy with shoveling.....getting the plow man, the ice man and all coordinated.....the list goes on. This quiet time has taken me into a deeply introspective journey - looking from another perspective on this thing called life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;During the holiday season I was very busy with clients/beloveds in hospice and at end of life rituals. When anyone has&amp;nbsp;three deaths in one week, our energies need a breather - a respite for the heart. And yet&amp;nbsp;I see it as what has been the perfect sedge way into this reclusive philosophical mode I am in.&amp;nbsp; I have found myself standing outside looking in more than usual - and for me, that is quite a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How emotions drive us - in our humanness, this idea of when we do not have the tools to deal with life on an emotional level - we shut down. Truly. Everyone does it. Some of us shut down for one conversation, others for a lifetime. Any of us who are honest at looking within&amp;nbsp;ourselves has to admit, emotional health is where we find our balance. But where does it come from? If the rational mind is in charge, we shut our hearts off from feeling. If our hearts are in charge, we shut off our rational mind from having a say and pulling us out of the goop that is built up in our heart centers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The other day I witnessed a wonderful, kind, loving mother have a hard conversation with her six year old about dying. The family had recently experienced an unexpected death of the six year olds' great aunt, who was an active part of the family. It was&amp;nbsp;a difficult conversation;&amp;nbsp;not only&amp;nbsp;due to the topic and the age of the interrogator, but because this family does not have&amp;nbsp;strong religious or spiritual foundation - no active faith in the non physical realms. It pained me to listen and when offered to share my wisdom, I was challenged to not look into this childs eyes and say; &lt;em&gt;Honey, your aunt has gone home to heaven to be with God and all her angels. She is never far from your heart, her love will always be with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;At this tme, it was not my place to bring God or heaven into this family,&amp;nbsp;respecting their beliefs.&amp;nbsp;I believe I said we go&amp;nbsp;home to where we came from,&amp;nbsp; our bodies change into light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and transform into the sky..........but for a six year old, going home to God in heaven may have been a bit more comforting if heaven or God had been a weekly part of their lives. In my eyes, what they do have faith in leads them no where. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I love this family. They are loving and fabulous and going thru a challenging time. Other than the late aunt, there is also depression in the family effecting all of them. Everytime I am with them, I cannot help but&amp;nbsp;be reminded&amp;nbsp;how ones faith in the non physical realm of life is all ways a comfort. Without faith in that which we cannot see, (which is what hope is) a mystery, how does one have emotional health? Emotional balance? If I thought this was it, if like my atheist relatives&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; aquaintances I believed there was nothing more than 'this' - where in ones heart do we find any comfort? How do I comfort the 75 year old father whose 50 year old daughter just died when he&amp;nbsp;believes this is &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt;, when he believes everything about his daughter&amp;nbsp;is &lt;u&gt;done&lt;/u&gt;. Non existent. What does he do with&amp;nbsp;the pain in his heart?&amp;nbsp; I knew his daughter for a year and a half. Her dying left a hole in my heart - I cannot imagine what it left in her families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But my hole was rapidly filled with&amp;nbsp;acknowledging the loss and knowing she is home with God, at peace and she &amp;amp; I commune at will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When we do not believe in the non physical apsects of healing, of healing from within, where is the hope for balance?&amp;nbsp; Where is the comfort -&amp;nbsp;the pain will move through my body and one day I will be able to feel my loved one again, hear her voice, watch for signals of her attempting to reach me from the other sdie? Where is the hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I often speak of finite vs infinite and in my deep pondering the infinite takes precedant. I see the pain in clients lives who have&amp;nbsp;no faith in a greater goodness. I see the struggle in their lives when they cannot find a sensible, 'rational' way to see the potential of good in a situation. If one only believes in what is in front of them - why even have an imagination, a heart, a prayer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As I continue my path as a minister, counselor and healer, I come to know more and more each day, that those without faith in the non physical, a spiritual sense of life - suffer the most. &lt;em&gt;I do not like to say this, it sounds too crass, too porochial, too know it all. I hear that, I really do. It takes all I have to write this, to admit it. But I have to. Both my rational mind and my heart see the same thing - when one has no faith in an existence beyond this earthly humanness - dying is hard. To them, d&lt;/em&gt;eath is devastating, a punshment to those left here on this plane. When one cannot lift themselvs up by thier hope filled boot straps in times of darkness -&amp;nbsp;knowing this too shall pass - they wade into the deep end of a dark pool and have to control their existence which then shuts them off from feeling anything at all. Death in body or death in heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As I have witnessed many leave this phsyical form, I have witnessed those who feel safe leaving, who have faith in God, who have faith in an after life - leave in peace. Leave beautifully. They have a foundation of faith that this is not it - and&amp;nbsp; believe they are moving into a better&amp;nbsp; life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I watch souls who suffer from&amp;nbsp; depression &amp;nbsp;and other emotional challenges and my heart opens to their paths. They have chosen difficult paths of resistance - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My hearts goes out to the millions of souls who do not have emotional health, a healthy loving heart - a heart that says yes! There is more, there is another, there is something better! &amp;nbsp;My heart opens to those who do not honor the natural cyles of life and death in all things and believe death is punshment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We are each here doing the best we can do at any given time, but our potential is always more and we tap into that potential through communion with Spirit. If you are reading this right now and are one of the ones who do not have a conscious spiritual life - PLEASE, create one. Look at the stars and wonder. Go to YOGA. Visit a house of worship/celebration. Contemplate what is behind the thought. Ask before you go to sleep at night to be shown a way to hope, a way to learn about the nonphsyical apsects of this thing we are doing called existing. Please, find a way to have faith in the pure possibilities of a totaly irrational, crazy and unexplainable something. Your heart may just find it comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I want this for you. You have my word, that moving through difficult times is eased with faith that it is better on the other side. With faith that this too shall pass. With faith that we are all right where we need to be. With faith that you have the same potential within you that I with in me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see your Divinity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. With faith that NOTHING is too big, or too hard or too sad or too far gone for God. Nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(As I was finalizing this peice, my heart chakra is wide open, aching with the sharing of this truth. From my heart to yours, with love, Deborah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-8023387894839170096?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/8023387894839170096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/8023387894839170096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/8023387894839170096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-4408007103886017277</id><published>2011-01-13T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:17:20.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>Last week I clicked the&amp;nbsp;TV to Joyce Meyers Ministry - now you know, if you did not already; I enjoy television Evangelists, ministers, etc. Yes, even Benny Hinn sometimes gets my attention. But, back to Joyce. I really like her. Really. Yes, she interprets the bible more traditionally than I - but we seem to get to the same place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I like about her? I love her passion for what she does. I love that&amp;nbsp;I heard her once tell the story that when she was newly married, she thought something was wrong with her - she did not care about the garden, the laundry, the housework, the dinners, the color of the walls. All she cared about was preaching. She stated how much easier her life may have been had she been able to be like her perfect housewife neighbor; but alas, she was to preach and that is what she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Joyce Meyers was speaking about determination. I never thought of it as spiritual attribute before - until I listened to her speak about how determined the (devil) is to get us. As I/we may say; our ego (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;gding &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;od &lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;ut&lt;/em&gt;) is out to get us! Our ego will do whatever it takes to make us believe it is in charge. We HAVE to be determined to know the good in this life. We have to be DETERMINED in our faith and belief and knowing that good prevails; even in the darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been giving the word determined some time this week. Am I determined enough? Have I been&lt;br /&gt;determined enough in my ministry, in my life, in my dreams. To answer honestly, no. I am determined enough in the moment of being with a loved one, in the very moments of giving a Sunday talk, in the action of a service of any kind - I am all-ways determined when it has to&amp;nbsp;do with obvious God faithed moments - but what about the other moments?...and are not ALL moments God faithed moments?!&amp;nbsp;What about the inner moments of doubt? Where is the determination then? And what allows a person to feel or rather to embody determination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We KNOW when we are truly determined. And for me, being determined takes on a spiritual energy when we are determined even though the outcome on the linear plane looks not so great. We have to find ourselves determined for God! We must engage in determination when we want to see attributes of God flourishing in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The addict can doubt their own courage; but be determined to say NO! and see God come through with the courage. Determination which comes from ones Love for Spirit is opposite of determination which comes from the ego, the I can do this. I KNOW God can do this, I KNOW God can clean me up, can take away my anger, can calm my fears; I KNOW Gods courage can show up here and I am determined to see that courage, to feel that courage, to embody that courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our darkest moments, in order to prevail, we say; God, I am determined here. I am utterly, purely and passionately determined to see You - so I will take this step, this one step and then watch for You. I will go to an AA meeting, I will walk into that clinic, I will tell the truth to my family, I will let go what I thought everything should look like, admit what it feels like and be determined to feel your Grace to pour through me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be determined to NOT let lack get you. Be DETERMINED to create space for goodness in your journey through waking the talk - show up - God WILL do the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I will do the best I can - and leave the rest to God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-4408007103886017277?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4408007103886017277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/01/determination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4408007103886017277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4408007103886017277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/01/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-8055691760082092700</id><published>2011-01-03T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:30:14.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is my Religion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Often I find it awkward trying to describe what it is I have faith in; exactly. That is, when asked by those who do not share my beliefs and/or have not had an experience of Spirit -God. But, I do believe this will change that. And please, let me begin by stating I overwhelmed in a very positive way, at the moment, with the palpable presence of Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Story:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last week I found myself at The Merrimack Valley Hospice, sitting with &amp;amp; supporting a beloveds family as she made her transition into the non-physical. Her name is Maureen. The last time we spoke, she and I had promised that I would remain open to her making her presence known to me, and she had my permission to try whatever she could to reach me from the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In the midst of my being with her family I (coincidentally) received a phone call from a beloved who lives in Louisiana&amp;nbsp;asking me about her friends end of life process and hospice. I also noticed a man I remembered. He was walking in and out of a patients room, I assuming it was a parent of his. I recognized him from having seen him a few years ago with an old friend of mine.&amp;nbsp;They had been at a play, sitting in front of me, with this lovely woman I had known years and years ago. A woman who I had shared a past life with - a&amp;nbsp; woman who had been an active part of my life twenty years ago. His presence made me think of her, this woman with who&amp;nbsp;I shared so much - the same college, being an artist, dating the same men with hysterical frequency, children the same age..............and having shared the first portrait of Jesus I had ever seen, she had painted. &amp;nbsp; We were ten years apart&amp;nbsp;in age, but from the moment we met at her college graduation, we were akin. But, I did not know him, and simply sent blessings to&amp;nbsp; his journey and his beloveds process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The last day I was at hospice, Spirit told me to linger a while after my purpose had been fulfilled with her family. Shortly after that in came a new patient, escorted by her daughter who I had married. The patient was an acquaintance from Newburyport. I had a moment to be with her daughter. A blessing. Then Spirit told me to visit the chapel before I left.&amp;nbsp;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the outside of the chapel was there was a sign with the names of the givers - and I read the name of the man who oversees the Trust of the property I caretake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I received the call Maureen had transitioned two days latter. As I drove into Newburyport from Boxford, on a road I have taken hundreds of times, I asked out loud for Maureen to let me know she had arrived safely - and I had to slow my car down and then I saw it, a road sign, &lt;strong&gt;Maureen Lane&lt;/strong&gt;. I had never seen this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday as I was thinking about her memorial and planning my thoughts around my words I asked Spirit&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;show me her&amp;nbsp;obituary. I awoke this morning in the wee hours to find my husband had bought the Globe, which since we are now a cyber paper reading family was odd. There it was, Maureen's obituary, just as I had asked. And also, there it was, the unexpected - my old friends obituary - she had died one day after Maureen, in the same hospice. The man I recognized had been with his beloved as she died. Our pathes continued to cross. I had walked by her room. Our lifelines, our knowing of one another, from lifetimes ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Twenty years ago I went for a past life regression and learned that this woman, called Erin in this life and I had been lovers. She had died in my arms during the Martin Luther religious wars. Her name had been Caterine, mine had been David. I was protestant, a soldier. She was Catholic, a maiden. When I shared my experience with her she cried. She had just written a short story the previous week &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and our story was her short story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! And her daughter in this present life, her first word was Caterine - and no one knew why.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So it appears that Maureen let me know she arrived on the Other Side - and that Erin,(Caterine) and I shared another dying process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And so it continues - my deep Faith in this called Life. That at any one moment all emotions and aspects of life and death are happening. That the bigness and infinite sense of this thing called Life is more immense than we could possibly imagine. That God is CONSTANTLY present - and that we are eternally connected. We are connected through the Great Creator and we will always be. Nothing dies - it continues in a new form.&amp;nbsp; My religion? To remain open, at all times, to the non-physical aspects of God, that which connects us in Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-8055691760082092700?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/8055691760082092700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-my-religion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/8055691760082092700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/8055691760082092700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-my-religion.html' title='What is my Religion?'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-985599794187418743</id><published>2010-12-31T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:15:29.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloated Nothingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Let us get our bloated nothingness out of the way of Divine Circuits." - Ralph Waldo Emerson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there you have it - my New Years resolution, prayer &amp;amp; cry! &amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, Divine Perfection, Great Mystery - starting right now, in this very moment, may I get my bloated nothingness out of the way of Your eternal Perfection in all things. &lt;/em&gt;Talk about being set free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Signs of BLOATED NOTHINGNESS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The inability to laugh at oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The belief that everyone else is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3........or even that someone else is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The thought that you cannot be this until you have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The idea that you know more about someone elses life than they know about their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The idea that another person has to become something different in order for you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In your vocabulary there is often these words heard: You should, I know, I want, I have to, You have to, Do it this way.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You think your way is the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You talk more than you listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;You find yourself listening more to yourself, than discerning through Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know abut your bloated nothingness, (chances are pretty good they are close in nature!) but mine can pop up at the most unusual places. In places that have nothing to do with itself - like your opinions, your thoughts, your ideas and your life style. My bloated nothingness thinks it has a say with your life. Imagine its audacity and humbleness when it finds out it has no more illusion of power to stomp around thinking it is, or it knows, or even that it exists at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it credit though, for nothingness it sure can be loud. This bloated nothingness can herald in my mind like 76 trombones about the most unimportant things! (Like why did you leave your sweater here, why didn't you take it upstairs, why did you say that? Why are you not thinking like me?...blah, blah, blah...) And in my years of this life experience, I have discovered through very finite &amp;amp; credible investigation that bloated nothingness loves to attach itself to the past, to what was. It is so full of nothingness that it sucks upon the past as if it is important! This bloated nothingness can tell stories in grand style, stories of what was and it can make you believe it will be that way again!&amp;nbsp; This bloated nothingness feeds upon the tinest, weakest speck of&amp;nbsp; *&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;^%$ and feeds it until it breaks out if its cage and can feel like slime throughout your heart and spirit! For nothingness it can sure weigh you down and cause you to doubt your own good. And the most amazing thing about our own bloated nothingness is the more we pay attention to it, the more space we think it takes up and this gerbil wheel of nothingness cranks itself up to high speed until we fall to our knees and say 'enough!'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I invite you to join me in this New Years resolution to allow, yes, allow, with great faith in the yet unknown -&amp;nbsp;to allow yourself to step out of the way of your&amp;nbsp;bloated nothingness - that's it, simply step a bit to the left,&amp;nbsp; a bit to the right, go ahead, like a swift cat bravely take the slightest curve in a new direction and get out of its way - and INTO the way of Divine Circuitry! That's it, step from one lane into&amp;nbsp; another, from one thought to another, from one breath to another - go ahead, with intention say no to your bloated nothingness and say yes to the flow of Gods Goodness and Grace to pour through you. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Go ahead, step right into Divine Circuitry and let the electric shocks of God love and immensity take you for the ride of your existence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this New Year may those who consciously choose, be magnified through the allowing of Divine Circuitry -&amp;nbsp;passion, faith, joy, health, peace, kindness, hope, creativity, wealth, abundance, laughter, lightness, wisdom, Spiritual partnership, strength, courage........to all the good the Universe has prepared!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my love &amp;amp; Spirit filled blessings of all that you can possibly dream -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-985599794187418743?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/985599794187418743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/12/bloated-nothingness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/985599794187418743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/985599794187418743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/12/bloated-nothingness.html' title='Bloated Nothingness'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-4248091422946420927</id><published>2010-12-22T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T04:27:02.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Greeting</title><content type='html'>Dear Beloveds;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From deep in my heart I greet you, hug you, wrap my arms around you - smile at you, witness you &amp;amp; feel your presence - welcome to another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must always be reminded that nothing is against us - that God is all-ways for us. It is Spirits undeniable calling which rustles up the uncomfortable-ness and beckons us to call upon the attributes of God which will relieve us from our own disillusionments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a man whose wife is dying. I sit with her and her light is so very bright, her presence of faith is palpable in every word she speaks. She is present with family, friends, and hospice support. Despite her earth walk; her mind is attached to faith in Good, to gratitude for this moment she is being given, to the love which surrounds her. Yet, he, her spouse; is filled with rage, anger and fear. He cannot be in a room with more than two people. Through immense vibration, his heart is forced open by the love in the room! Because his heart is so filled with anger, grief and rage at God, when he is in the vibration of so much love - he runs; his body, his pain is forced to be felt - for anything unlike the Light is released unto the Universal Presence - and all that will remain is the Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the releasing, the transitional time, the transformational process - those moments where if there is resistance - we will experience struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always during this season of Light, this time of year when many are aware of the Love of the Creator - that darkness - or simply that which is not of God - is seen. It often is this time of year when family pain, conflict of the heart, struggles of the path are seen so clearly. The vibrations of the Light; the strength of Love shows all that is unlike Itself. God calling upon God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is in these very moments; in these times of conflict when we can say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Lead me to The Love in my Heart - Lead me to that which is greater than I - take my hand and relieve me of any burdens - Spirit of Light, Divine Consciousness, I say yes to unconditional Love, I say yes to Faith in Goodness, I release control and choose You. I let go of fear, I discern from my heart center, I know the Light of You is in every cell of my being – I affirm the Light of You is in the cell of every being I know. I open to You – I am seeing, feeling and being in this time of transformation because You are shining so brightly! I am feeling this conflict, this pain, because You are calling the You within me – and in this very breath I get out of the way! I allow the God outside of me, to merge with the God within me; and through this at-one-ment I am healed. I am whole in this moment. I am knowing, feeling, aware of Your Divine Presence of Light – and all who are around me can see this, all who hear my voice can feel this – You! I thank you sweet Spirit for this moment of revelation – for revealing Yourself through me, through this experience of Oneness.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Blesses You - you are the Light of Spirit- &lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-4248091422946420927?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4248091422946420927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/12/seasonal-greeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4248091422946420927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4248091422946420927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/12/seasonal-greeting.html' title='Seasonal Greeting'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-5180909475770526248</id><published>2010-11-30T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:13:15.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes to Faith</title><content type='html'>Advent is a favorite time of year for me. The going within, the weekly reminders of the season - and this past first Sunday of Advent was a celebration of Faith. The church service I went to was perfect for me - faith was explained from the eyes of Mary - being asked to have faith in her calling to mother, to walk in faith as she was asked to do what was looked upon as irreverent, wrong and in biblical times; reason for stoning or worse&amp;nbsp;- an unmarried woman, pregnant. We were brought to consider Mary's perception, fears and courage - it was, in all the first Advent Sunday Faith topics I have heard and given - perhaps my favorite. The music, the words, the energy - it was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my inner sanctum of self, the place I went to during this vibrant&amp;nbsp;message was the virgin part - how we are each virgins in the essence of being asked to have faith in anything which is new to us. And of course, this is the only time we need faith, when something is new, when we have not done it before, when our built in ego screams; No! Usually we feel&amp;nbsp;okay,&amp;nbsp;unruffled when&amp;nbsp;asked by Spirit to do something we have done before - something not new to us - BUT when we are guided to do yet another NEW thing - to get up and move, to say yes to a new endeavor, to take a brand new action - it is that uncertainty of exposure, that wavering and sometimes relentless voice of ego that we cannot succeed, that gut wrenching fear of the unknown which rears its ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have observed in my years of ministry is that it truly is fear itself, not the goal which takes our humanness over. Look at the conversations we avoid, the class we put off for literally years, the move we always yearn to take and never do, the volunteer program we seem to never have time for......that church we never get to. Take a moment and consider all the experiences you so neatly avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, when the time is right, when the stars align, when all the pieces fall into place we will make the move. But, what about answering the call? What about trusting the vibrant call from God to say YES! Perhaps all that is missing is saying YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this can be about what appears to be the smallest of actions, the least life changing choices, the simplest of shifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that our lives become easier when we have Faith in God, the Universal Isness, the Great Cosmic Perfection -&amp;nbsp;to support our choices, our actions, our prayers. It is important for us to surround ourselves with others who support our dreams, our ideas, our hopes, our prayers. Some of us have that in partnership, others have family, or community - like minded souls where being in their vibration helps to support your own dreams and visions. Yet, when we take on God as our partner, all things are possible. When we take on the cloak of Faith in saying yes to our dreams and hopes - when we discern through prayer what it is we are to do - no matter how minute or 'unimportant' the action may seem; we are claiming our good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary claimed her good through faith in God. When an angel speaks, one listens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a piece today from Dr Ernest Holmes, founder of Religious Science. He spoke about the fact that the only reason it is more difficult to manifest one million dollars than a dime is because someone told us. Somewhere along the life path, someone said a million is better, worth more than a dime and therefore is more difficult to manifest. Because someone told us. The holy connection begins right there - &lt;em&gt;someone told us&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to people who love, adore and believe in you.&amp;nbsp; Tell everyone you know; yes, you can succeed. Provide positive support to friends and family&amp;nbsp; and strangers alike; Yes, you can. I feel my interior cringe when I hear people say no. No, that cannot be done - no, that is a bad idea - no, that won't work. No, that is too hard -&amp;nbsp;no, that sounds too difficult - no, that is not necessary -&amp;nbsp;no,&amp;nbsp;I do not have enough money -&amp;nbsp;no,&amp;nbsp;I have to wait, no, no, no, no. NO, its too hard -&amp;nbsp;no, it has not been done before -&amp;nbsp;no, I have never done that -&amp;nbsp;no, I have always done it this way. No, no, no. Way too many no's in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,......sometimes we have to say no to what we do not want in order to say yes to what we&amp;nbsp;do want. Say no to the fears, no to the voices in the head, no to anyone who is not supportive. This also takes faith, trusting in the not yet revealed, knowing God is always working for our Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary said Yes. And in saying Yes through her faith in God, Joseph joined her. She was given all she needed.&amp;nbsp;God provided. Faith in the unseen, in the yet not experienced. No to the old stories and fears. Our faith is the bridge to the Cosmicness of life - Yes to and through our&amp;nbsp;Faith. Faith in God can give us the courage to surrender and simply say 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes this past Sunday in going to a church&amp;nbsp;I once had been part of, but had not been to in maybe two or more years. Seeing old friends and aquantiances fed me. And the BEST was there were&amp;nbsp;other woman who had felt called and had not been for 1- 3 years!&amp;nbsp; We all said yes. There was an old friend&amp;nbsp; who just happened to be in town from Pittsburg! The joy list goes on and on. I said yes and it was wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-5180909475770526248?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5180909475770526248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-to-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5180909475770526248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5180909475770526248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-to-faith.html' title='Yes to Faith'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-2664226223666633945</id><published>2010-11-17T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T05:10:11.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven to Distraction</title><content type='html'>In this most recent inward search I am presently in the midst of, every day&amp;nbsp;more poignant and relative awareness's&amp;nbsp;are revealed. God, this Great Isness of Life is all-ways working for us, &lt;u&gt;if we would just get out of the way&lt;/u&gt;. But in our humanness, we are driven to distraction, as the title of one of the all time best selling books on ADD in adulthood is aptly named; away from a God focus and faith.&amp;nbsp;It use to be called 'the devil' or others have called it 'satan', or as I like to say; error thinking. In error thinking the all time biggest and most relevant sin is the sin of omission - the omission of God awareness, faith in God - in any given moment. You see, it is so easy to stray from our Truth. To stray from what we know to be true for us; that we are children of God and all things are possible with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strayed. And I know this because I have felt the physical manifestations of misalignment's in my body. My heart sings of disgruntledness. My left arm has been in pain, telling me I am not receiving well and carrying too many burdens. And yesterday, in the midst of a healing session with me as the beloved; I heard my kidneys and other elements of flow speak loudly of their imbalance and need for attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stray. It is the nature of being human. Even the most faith filled, spiritually practiced being will find him or herself at some point being tempted to being distracted away from what they believe in. For me, I know God. I know and believe in God to heal, fix, align, speak, touch, create, answer........at my beckon call. I know for a fact and beyond a shadow of doubt that God is here for me, that as long as I listen and take action upon Spirits guidance; life works out amazingly! And yet, I allow myself to get distracted. I forget. &lt;strong&gt;I fail to call upon&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraction and spiritual practice are friends. In a deep spiritual practice, the element of distraction will always attempt to sway you. And in the midst of being distracted - God will always be calling. It is the Divine Nature of both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraction looks different for everyone, but we all know it. For the alcoholic it is the old friend who still calls but your relationship is built around five pm cocktails. Old friends. Now that's a powerful distraction. That one comes in many relationships. We outgrow them, or grow through them and still hang on. Ex's, was-bands, platonic friends. It is the energy which bonds you. Sometimes, even our families distract us. (Who does not know this one?!) &amp;nbsp;We know what we know and then one person says one thing and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zoooooooooooooooooom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - we get sucked right in to old habits of thought, not even realizing we are allowing the energy of that old, negative, non empowering thought to plant another seed in our spiritual awareness. In that moment we are straying from our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraction can be as easy and simple as a dinner invitation - and you are too afraid to say no thank you to the meat in case you hurt someones feelings because you chose to become a vegetarian and took a personal vow to your guru that you would never eat another soul again. Distraction can be&amp;nbsp;the person you respect saying to you; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's silly, do you have any proof?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And you shy away like a puppy with your tail between your legs and the teeniest seed of doubt is planted...........distraction can be a mate who does not take the journey with us or a brother or sister who thinks we are nuts. Or the distraction can be ever so subtle - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you have a cold? ....and then you&amp;nbsp;begin thinking...do I? Do I believe in colds? I don't believe in germs......why would I have a cold? I take Zinc everyday- but they think I have a cold, may be I do believe in colds.....blah, blah, blah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distraction is a nasty little varmint. It keeps us caged up in our own fears with God doing whatever it takes to get our attention because we are so deeply loved by Spirit. You and&amp;nbsp;I are so deeply loved by God that in Its infinite power and wisdom, God will do whatever It takes to get us to know It. It is the very Nature of God to mirror our beliefs to us in the outside world so we have an opportunity to see ourselves clearly. And we all&amp;nbsp;know, sometimes we do not like what we see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have&amp;nbsp;allowed myself to be&amp;nbsp;distracted. As a minister, counselor, teacher - I have gotten caught up in my beloveds stories. I have begun to believe the lies they tell me about themselves. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sick,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they say and then I pay attention to the illness, knowing full well they are NOT sick. They are NOT the sickness, they are experiencing a time of imbalance and God is speaking to them to get back on track and pay attention to the possibilities of life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is too hard...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;they whine. I then believe it IS too hard.....I can get caught up in ego -&amp;nbsp;that I am the one healing, fixing, aligning them. I can forget that this is Gods work and God is the one healing and the God in them is connecting with God outside of them and they are dancing together into the realm of balance and harmony. When I forget, when I begin to think I am separate from God and have any authority what so ever; I become disgruntled. My heart feels sad and disconnected from Its source of Love - and it is - I am distracted from&amp;nbsp;the Truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are going to say we believe, if we are going to choose to walk with God the Good, if we are going to speak of Truth - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;then we have to Trust&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - and no matter how it looks, seems or&amp;nbsp;appears from any one elses perception - &amp;nbsp;we keep saying '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, God, yes'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies are the best vehicle God has for talking with us. This is where God knows It will get our attention. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, you allowed yourself to be distracted so this is going to hurt for a while until you get back on board with me! Can you hear me now?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit lately, in vulnerable honesty, I have found myself exhausted from all the whiney-nss I hear. People whine a lot. They whine about this and that. They whine for YEARS about the SAME thing, over and over again. Since this whiney-ness has been&amp;nbsp;bothering me so immensely I innately know and trust the Law;&amp;nbsp;that I am the one who is whining. I am being shown that I am whining about something and I better get off the pot, sort to speak, and get going in another direction! I am whining because I became distracted and forgot that all things are possible with God. It doesn't much matter who distracted me, or why or how. What does matter is that in one fleeting moment of time I left my faith. I turned away from God, from my faith in goodness and all that I believe in and then that moment built on this and on that and it got bigger and larger and heavier and older until&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oooooooooops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...... there it is. Oh, look at that. Yuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when we turn away from ourselves. Which comes first, the turning away or the distraction? Can't see the distraction until you turn away...and cannot turn away unless there is a distraction..............................does it matter? No. What matters is the Truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU are a bright, beaming, beautiful Light of God. YOU are an energetic spark of the Universal Consciousness we call God, this Great Isness of Life. YOU have within you an innate awareness of Love. This Love, when focused upon, paid attention to, nurtured, celebrated&amp;nbsp;and given strength will continually expand, grow and magnify God the good as magnificence in your life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here is&amp;nbsp;some real juiciness - when I met my husband he was part of a band called..."The Distractions".&amp;nbsp; Ah-ha, yes, for real, honest. And it always bothered me, that name. It felt irreverent and I did not know why. Now I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Gods Light and with much love, Deborah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-2664226223666633945?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/2664226223666633945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/11/driven-to-distraction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/2664226223666633945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/2664226223666633945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/11/driven-to-distraction.html' title='Driven to Distraction'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7508259731708268306</id><published>2010-11-15T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:20:29.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Ever Settled</title><content type='html'>Wow. When I use to dream about being in my mid fifties, I somehow had this unspoken image in my mind that life would be easier, that I would know more than I did then,whenever then was - that my heart would be settled, and that I would not only know what I wanted to be when I grew up, but that I would have done it already and be living off my substantial income, family investments and money wise opportunities which had come along at just the perfect time in my lovely life and right now benefiting me in such a way that the word retirement did not seem like an enemy. Of course, my life is NOTHING like that or I would have nothing to write about this early AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the psychological growth experience, my sub conscious had this imbedded dream that there was a cozy life wrapped up in beautiful cloud awaiting me. Did I come in with this misconception and/or did my family foundation enable this or perhaps both? A beautiful cloud. Really, I thought that any day now it would all shift to look like the cover of a Martha Stewart Magazine. NAUGHT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough. There is simply nothing more about it to say. Anything else right now feels like a lie. Talanted friends are struggling, there is not enough work, money, opportunities, or the other to suffice. Every single day people struggle emotionally. We try. We try and every day we keep trying. We smile. We walk the line of what is 'good' and faithfilled and still.......there is unhappiness, struggle, awkwardness, pain, sorrow, sadness, anger, lying, lack of integrity, snippiness, snideness, indifference, and people who lie, manipulate and take advantage. There are misunderstandings, intolerance, unkindness, selfishness and down right meanness. There is thoughtlessness, insensitivity and scary things. Lots of scary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my twenties I was married and a young mother.&amp;nbsp;By the time thirty came along I was divorced. It was hard. It was hard for a plethora of reasons. Weather I was paying my karmic debts, or being just plain stupid, ignorant and naive - who knows? But it was really, really hard. It was hard emotionally with struggling in a loveless and dysfunctional marriage with an emotionally handicapped&amp;nbsp;man who we now know was/is a psychopath. It was awful having to defend my choices when it was all too clear that it was all wrong. It was disgusting that my own family liked him better than me and tried to have me hospitalized. Evidently, I was an embarrassment for not going along with the stringent, upperclsss, New England guidelines of our family do's and don'ts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my early thirties my childhood was relived. My mid thirties, I met my second husband, endured a cancer diagnosis to health, opened an art gallery and my son went to college. My ex wandered in and out. Emotions still rocked. My heart brought me into myself and I took a stand in aligning myself with Love, Peace and what passed as righteousness. I entered the ministry, had my own televsion show, studied Buddhism, metaphysics, meditation, healing and all the items which fell under healthy, balance, alternative and harmonious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My forties took me into marriage separation and back again. Caring for parents, illnesses and death of parents, pets and many - oh so many, parts of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fifties bring me to a perception of life which is incredibly big. Professionally, I started and closed a church, worked at several others, pioneered a www.globalministry, sat on numerous boards, volunteered at food pantries and had to swallow a few dreams along with a good percentage of my ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at it all - I have been in and out of therapy, colored my hair at least 100 times,(last week red) been slim and heavy, brutally honest (which does not work well for me yet) and fearful to say anything (which is worse) and have yet to find a perfect way to be here, in this person I am. I have said yes, been obliging -&amp;nbsp;said no, taken a stand. I have broken up with others in order to find myself, left jobs, been fired, painted,&amp;nbsp;acted, published my own book and truly disliked peoples actions and even some people and continually judged myself for not being a good person because of my honest feelings......so then one tries to change their honest feelings so they can think of themselves as a good person. Exhausting. STOP the madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a journey into myself. I am self employed, have worked from bartending to my present life as a minister, counselor, healer. Actually, I am more of a teacher at the moment. I have never understood, nor had the grace of being labeled one thing. (As much as my parents would have liked.) You know, like my stepbrother; he is a stock broker. Nice. He has always been and when he dies he will be known as a stock broker. There was never any grey area as to how he made his living or what his business card said. I must have had at least 50 business cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in my self indulgentness whan I contemplate if I took the wrong road. You know, those moments of being at a V on our path and we go left instead of right? My mother always said, marry well(money) and raise a family. I laugh as I write this bacause I can hear her say; go to Texas to college, they have lots of rich, tall men. That was her advice to me. I did not listen. I never listened well to my parents - or perhaps I listened very well and did just the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once growing up was I asked what I wanted to do, or be, or accomplish. Not once was I offered the opportunity to dream of becoming. Once I allowed my inner dream to come out into conversation. I still can go there - to that moment in my childhood in my parents bedroom, they were getting dressed and I announced, with my heart wide open, in all my nine year old vulnerablity that I wanted to become an actress. Their response was it was hard and too many do not make it and ........go to Texas and find a tall wealthy husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brutal truth is I do not know if any of us are ever settled. I yearn for settled. Part of my delusion. I was brought up to believe in settled. Settled feels like such a make believe agenda. But wouldn't settled be nice? Settled. All nestled in - nestled in a cozy, warm, abundant life with a circle of perfect friends and weekly gatherings. Nestled into a life with an overlfowing checkbook, flowing investments with 500 % returns on a quarterly basis and childern who are happy and grateful. Nestled. Summer houses and regular vacations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was brought up to believe in the illusion of settled, which now I intelligently know my parents life was not, but they lied well; I feel I am never going to attain the golden ring. I want to attain settled. And my path, my education, my knowledge, my innate awareness and the depth from which I veiw this existence lets me know in a not so gentle way that settled is most definitly an illusion. Nothing is ever settled. There is always going to be an opinion we don't like, something we want to say and feel uncomfortable even thinking about it, people we do not like, people who do not like us, people who dissapoint us and people who we dissapoint. All that is tres unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what we can attain is to be okay with being unsettled. To be okay with the truth that life is challenging, can be tremendously funny, joy is fleeting, humor helps, we are H-U-M-A-N. Nothing is ever going to be perfect. Perfection is the greatest illness of all. It will prevent us from discovering our selves and muddles our perceptions with a cloud of grey. Grey is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night before going to bed I started a new Flower Essence. It reads that it will give me a 'crystalline clearness, greater independance and a confidence in my ability to skillfully handle whatever life may bring with strength and integrity of Spirit and rebalances co-dependant behavior patterns". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this after only one dose. Wonder what I'll write tomorrow at 4:00 am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7508259731708268306?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7508259731708268306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-is-ever-settled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7508259731708268306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7508259731708268306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/11/nothing-is-ever-settled.html' title='Nothing is Ever Settled'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-1030122976829612020</id><published>2010-10-30T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:28:08.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lines</title><content type='html'>Working with the non physical aspects of life creates its own unique work related struggles - my minister peers, therapist friends, fellow counselors in and acquaintances from an array of venues such as astrologers and healers to fellow intuits all tell the same frustration - which I like to describe as this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;all we do is throw them a rope, a life line...and if they grab hold of it great! If not, they continue to be in the challenges of their experiences. And if they choose to reach for this rope, to grab hold of this life line - it is all up to them - our job, our purpose, our work is to caste a life line out upon the waters as clearly, lovingly and kindly as we can; the rest is up to them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is their work. Yes, it is their life. Yes, yes, yes, I cannot do it for them. BUT there are moments when I want to. And just when I admit that, just when I allow my frustration, obviously coming from ego, that a client is not seeing the life line, not grabbing hold....and continues in the muck of their individualized journey to wholeness - I will then receive an email from another client - a client who is so grateful, so appreciative - a client who grabbed the life line, has seen the light and has risen from their own self imposed darkness. Ah, that is excellent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hi Deborah,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share with you about my progress… my anger is HEALED… !!! I am FREE…. I have not yelled since before I saw you last… I am totally done with my anger… there has been opportunities that I would burst with rage and NOTHING… total PEACE… this is a Miracle… !!!! I tell you life is so much better with out anger… I am FREE… !!! Thank you so much for your help… keep up the good work… God is Good… I am devoted to pure LOVE energy for everyone. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in the back of my heart, is often the memory of the one that got away - the one that I believe I failed. The one who I wonder if I talked loud enough, clear enough, tough enough (sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sold linens for a living, life would be so simple. I would show you some pretty fabrics, different patterns, compare them to your dishes and voila! You would choose this nice tangible object, buy a dozen and be on your way. Yes, the simple life.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Curtis Hopkins is my hero. Known as the teacher of teachers in the world of meta-physics. (1849-1925) There are many wonderful aspects of her journey I love to tell, but today's luscious tidbit is that she only taught 12 lessons. She took in students, taught twelve lessons in twelve weeks and kicked you out on your tushes to go live them. She really didn't want to hear from you again - she wanted you to live them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an empath and multi sensory intuitive, I feel so very much for my beloveds that I make myself tres available for their journeys. I am learning. I am in the midst of redefining my work - or I should say, Spirit is in the midst of showing me some new definitions! I sometimes toss you so many lifelines at once, I think it may be difficult to decide which one to choose. But part of my charm(?*&amp;amp;^%$^)(many would not use that word!) - is that I do offer you multi scenarios to work through your experience, in order to embody the Truth of Love which is all our cores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Emma, twelve lessons, then out the door. But that is not me. However, my goal is for you to get it, then go live it. Right now, me is here, here is a banquet table and it is up to YOU to choose. I can teach you the Laws, I will hear what Spirit wants you to know, read the energy of your present situation and I will offer you how I see the Law working in your life so you may make a conscious choice to choose differently. In the end, twelve weeks or not, it is all up to you. No one can do it for you. No matter if it is your deceased Mother coming through and giving you a message or you feel the quickening of Holy Spirit through a moment of prayer or you have angels and other hands on you during a table session and are so blown away by the nonphysical-miraculous-woo-woo like experiences - &lt;b&gt;it is what you DO, what you CREATE through all the experiences which matters. &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(I should say right now, what I do is a science, based on Law, energy and faith - it is not woo-woo, but sometimes, the term fits for the yet inexperienced. I have great respect for my work and for this work I am called to initiate. I am in all-ways devoted to the work, to this holy purpose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did sell linens - you might not like them when you got them home and would want to return them in a week anyway. At least you cannot return what I offer you, but you are in charge and can refuse to receive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will joyfully and gratefully continue what I do: investigating, opening, allowing, moving energy, teaching, supporting, clearing..........loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who dance with me in this journey, inviting me into their lives to assist their personal awakening. It is my deepest honor and joy to do so. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-1030122976829612020?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1030122976829612020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/1030122976829612020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/1030122976829612020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-lines.html' title='Life Lines'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-720945107688963607</id><published>2010-10-26T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:24:47.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy Medicine Basics</title><content type='html'>I have been doing so much teaching of late, and my practice has boomerang-ed into what we sometimes refer to as &lt;i&gt;Turbo Mode &lt;/i&gt;-, that I am perfectly drawn to offering information to others on how, why and what; this thing called &lt;b&gt;energy work &lt;/b&gt;is. So, hence begins this potential series; ( 2?, 4?, 100? - I have no idea) of blogs in order to fill in any gaps for my students, support my clients and intentionally guide the curious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have students who come to take energy classes who are surprised they experience pain, discomfort, releasing of any kind - and I am surprised that they are surprised! (I also have students who are in the bathroom half the class and thrilled to be letting go!)......... I often hear: &lt;i&gt;I know we are all energy...but. &lt;/i&gt;Or &lt;i&gt;I understand that we are made of our beliefs..but....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of embodying this understanding has to be experiential. Another words, you must experience the goodness of the releasing in order to see the benefits of the discomfort. You must have the experience of getting THROUGH to the other side to see the goodness in the process as a whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is energy - not everything has energy in it or through it or around it - every.thing - is energy. Every thought, flower, rock, person, hand, toe, idea, table, house, family, mailbox, car, color, animal, bug, tree, food, dish, painting, hallway......you get it, right? &lt;b&gt;EVERY.THING&lt;/b&gt; is pure energy. Within every.thing is a center of what we call Divine Perfection. This is the seed of harmony, balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are referring to people, souls. As souls, our journeys take us (and we choose the pathes of this taking) into human lifetimes in order to experience relationships to others and other things which will promote us to consciously expand our awareness of Love. Each soul is unique. Not bad, or good or better than: &lt;b&gt;Unique.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each experience we sign on for in this present lifetime we have chosen from a few factors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What our experiences have been in previous lifetimes - this brings us to a 'jumping off point' on our souls journey as to see what particular scenarios would benefit us more in the next/present lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We make all these choices before we incarnate. We make all these choices from love. We have made all these choices from a deep faith in knowing our faith in God can guide us through. We make these choices knowing what our true home is - not earth - this is school. Home is the non-physical 'heavenly' place where we reside when we are not in human form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We make these choices with the guidance of our fellow souls or pods, our (spirit)guides, angels, the Masters and what is referred to as the Higher Council of Beings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with this knowledge, our souls are made up of past experiences which through our own choice, bring us to this lifetime. Our soul is &lt;i&gt;already vibrating at its own level&lt;/i&gt; at its birth. Then, we have experiences which release or add to the vibrational level of the soul. Everything has a vibration. From our human perspective we give it highs and lows and can access its numeroligical level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our personalities are what react to the journey, until we consciously seek a spiritual path and then we can see through our souls eyes which true to its  nature will elevate our individual vibration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our individual vibrations are made up of our beliefs, which are fed through our repeated thoughts, which are fed through what we choose to look at, pay attention to, talk about,listen to, watch, read; etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of yourself as a garden. Whatever you pay attention to will grow in your garden. Whatever you pay attention to will plant itself in your personal grid pattern. And it will grow of its on true nature. A small ugly little fear based thought can become an idea, can be thought about often, contemplated and read about and become a belief. Then it is in your vibration and given its emotional vibration, has the potential to grow into a physical ailment in order to get noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one experiences a high level of vibrational energy work, depending on how deep the roots are in your personal garden; this will be reflected in the releasing process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In working with wounds from ones childhood, the releasing process can be more dramatic and palpable than if we are working on a recent wound from a recent relationship. If one has had several relationships with repeated scenes just different players; the wound is old and deep. In an old and deep wound, after having an energy session, you may feel your body speaking to you. Your bodys wisdom is immense and everyones life would be more graceful if we would listen more and act with more integrity and respect to our bodys divinty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, its a garden. What happens to a garden when you let the weeds go and do not weed? They take over the garden. Your negative thoughts and refusal to look at your own work will do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to weed periodcally, no matter how beautiful the garden - and sometimes we need to till everything under and begin again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a session, as a client, with a beloved practitioner I trust with my life. I have been processing a deeply planted issue from lifetimes and prevelant in this particular childhood. During the session I had two episodes of discomfort and breathed through them both and in my mind I was saying GOOD! - GO! - I am done with you. I came home and felt like I had been kicked down the sidelines to the goal. I went to bed in a zombie like haze and slept, actually overslept. I felt nauseous all night. My solar plexis hurt. And just now, over twelve hours since my appointment, I am coming around. I am honoring the process, the work. I am honoring that God and my soul know how to heal, what to do and what needs to be done. I have complete faith in this process. I am going to get THROUGH this ugly little kernal of lack and when I am totally through to the other side, having met this belief in the face, shined light on it and kicked its butt; watch out! -I will be brighter than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how I want all my clients and students to feel - I want your experiences and everyone who is dealing with your own growth through acts of faith to KNOW that &lt;i&gt;going through is the only mindful option&lt;/i&gt;. To stuff it makes for a really ugly garden, an unhealthy foundation for the next time around. Keep weeding. Keep planting love. Keep nurturing and watering your gardens with Gods love and your faith in the Universal Abundance of All. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all; do not get discouraged - you chose this. You know how to do this. You listen, you act. You make choices. &lt;i&gt;Nothing is against you&lt;/i&gt;. Your challanges are FOR you - to meet in love, not fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy medicine healing is the deepest form of healing I know. With an excellent practictioner and the one who is right for you, you can release your weeds, your baggage, your sutff and let it go! You can then fly - feel freedom - and love freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your journey is already blessed by God and all your non-physical guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love, Deborah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-720945107688963607?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/720945107688963607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/10/energy-medicine-basics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/720945107688963607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/720945107688963607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/10/energy-medicine-basics.html' title='Energy Medicine Basics'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-3015119905976411030</id><published>2010-09-21T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:53:22.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I awoke this morning feeling my cup literally running over with love. One of those days....TYG. It is intense - the fall equinox and the upcoming full moon in Aries are feeding &amp; nurturing my spirit and I am so thank-filled. I love you. Whoever you are, I love you. You are loved. No matter what you have done, no matter what thought or thoughts you have ever been aware of, no matter how you are feeling at this very moment; you are deeply loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I lead a client in a guided journey of love, to open her heart to feeling the love and then sharing it out into the universe one layer at a time......I think it's catchy! Whoa, what a ride of LOVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down for a moment, just a moment, go ahead, you can make the time. Close your eyes...(or not!)...go to your heart.....place your dominant hand over your heart chakra...breathe....now remember one moment when you felt love - giving it, receiving it...now breathe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe into the love and let &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;, allow &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;, to eminate from your heart. Now, let that fill your body. Feel it from your head to your toes. Let that vibration of love fill your body, your pores, your cells, your bones. Then, asyou breathe deeper, let it fill the room you are in. Let pour into the floor, the ceiling, the walls, the fabrics, the furniture. Let the love from your heart expand into the room and fill it...then let it creep through the walls into the entire building...and breathe into it. Then let the love go out into the street, to your neighbors, other buldings...until it fills the entire community. Breathe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let that love eminating from your heart chakra go beyond, to the entire town or city and then the state! Watch it, feel it pour itself to the entire state....and beyond. Let it flow across America! Then let it flow to and through every person in North America and beyond! Let the vibration of love you feel in your heart be shared and expand and grow and resonant across the globe! Pour Love into every ocean, river, across every mountain, into every valley. Let the love you feel in your heart be shared and watch it, feel it spread across Mother Earth. Let it saturate the earth, the dirt, the depths of the grounds across the globe. Now, let your vibration of love soar into the heavens. Watch it go into the sky, the clouds, the stars, the planets, the Milky Way......let your love pour into and through every constelation, every gasous like thingy in the universe! Let it saturate the darkness and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart pulse with the vibration of giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, allow your body, heart, spirit and being to feel this love come back to you. Let the love from the Infinite heavens pour down into your world, your globe, your earth, your waters, your land, your town, your building, your room, your body, your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM alive with love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-3015119905976411030?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/3015119905976411030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/09/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/3015119905976411030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/3015119905976411030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-5808171143431932065</id><published>2010-08-21T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T05:08:25.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensity Re.defined</title><content type='html'>In the past few days I have attempted to write, yet there appears so much wordiness and repetition - I even bored myself. It feels as if any of us, from the world wide big famous well known kahuna like authors and spiritual teachers to the tiny can you hear me bloggers like myself, have been saying the same thing over and over again for the past few years. Stay focused. Work on yourself. Oooops, we fell back a bit. Okay, here we go. Keep focused. Keep the faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like growing up, doesn't it? Especially familiar to the pre teen years when we fall back a bit into old ways, before we fully spread our wings in teenage years which on a good day merges into young adulthood. So many labels, words and explanations. We, us humans; are very, very good at giving wordy explanations to the scenarios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, let me be as simple as I can be. Knowing full well, like any other philosophical, esoteric, thought filled gotta share spiritually focused teacher being; this is simply my perception, from my lens. Having shared this knowing verbally with beloveds and felt a resonate wave of understanding and knowing comfort was received, I share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is now magnified. Love and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are closer to Oneness than we have ever been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to Oneness has been the path of choice by many due to their thinking this would lead us all to Love, all to sharing only the joy. And ultimately it will. But here, here on earth, on this plane, where the nature of life as human itself is yin and yang - hence we will always have the choice, the action of free will to choose.&lt;br /&gt;(Friends, our Creator blessed us with free will; if there was not also given choices along with that, free will would make no sense!) The closer we get to Oneness, as we are now, we feel ALL of it. To feel the joy we also feel the grief. To experience the fullness of love, the immensity of the love of humankind; we also open ourselves to the fear of humankind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hearts are opening. They have traveled the road from the head to the heart and they expected to ONLY feel the Love when they arrived. Why not? This is why they focused on it in the first place. To FEEL the love. Not to cry the tears of all of humanity. Not to feel your heart ripped opened due to yet another horrible natural disaster in the world. Not to see homelessness, illness, war and feel it so deeply it may as well be you. This was not what you expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you see, that is love. To feel your sisters and brothers pain as your own. To be One in the Heart of Compassion, that you have visceral responses to another persons experience. Do you ever wonder if God feels all our pain? If every day this wondrous Isness of Life from which all is created looks upon Its Beloveds and feels our pains? If so, our Love, our Joy is also felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most basic of spiritual teachings are helpful right now. To see, feel, acknowledged the pain, the discomfort, the war of human on human; and yet to stay unattached through the Light, our Faith of God; knowing we have free will and there does exist the place of Love which cradles us in comfort. In doing what is humanly possible as an individual; giving of time, money or our personal gifts. Being as unattached, which is non fearful, of the fear itself. To stand in the Light of your faith and know God is present and it is our joy to see It revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most basic of teachings; turning your cheek, it is done to you according to your faith, paths of righteousness. Remember, the fear is simply an empty vessel awaiting to be filled with Gods Love, Power, Presence. Fill it with compassion, understanding, kindness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful you are feeling. If you are one of the many who are in the experience of the pain of humanity, with deep fears coming to the surface and you are witnessing them; be grateful. The greater the fear, the bigger the empty cup! God can fill any vessel with love. The song is so true - ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no river deep enough to keep me from YOU! Nothing is impossible with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful you are feeling. Know you cannot fix the war by yourself. You cannot mend the pain of Katrina by yourself. You cannot house every homeless animal, foster child or feed every person who is hungry; but your ability in Oneness to acknowledge the pain, to feel the expression of fear - is also your great ability to feel Love, to share in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, her family just lost an angel on earth in an unexpected death. We shared how big families, mean big love, create big loss. And in that pain of the loss is also the strength of the love. It is One. Which do you choose to see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we create more openings to the One Great Heart, we become the family of humankind which has called us. In a family there is pain, disconnections, love, dysfunctions.....etc, etc, etc.....all of it. In committing to the Path of Oneness to seek the Joy of God; know along with that is great responsibility in feeling all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of the many beings who are in the experience of Love - Love as big, as outwardly, as compassionately as you possibly can. Love all you see, send Love to all beings, Love your enemies, your wounds, your challenges. Love, give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, in this moment in time; fear and love are being magnified. Breathe. Detatch. Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any particular questions or scenarios? I can be reached at revdeb@amethystlightministry.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-5808171143431932065?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5808171143431932065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/08/intensity-redefined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5808171143431932065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5808171143431932065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/08/intensity-redefined.html' title='Intensity Re.defined'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-4728233763298651213</id><published>2010-08-02T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T06:27:03.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arborist</title><content type='html'>Here is a most beautiful story I had the gift of experiencing. - We have a tree on the Farm which is requiring some attention. One of the three Arborists I called came by last week. He was due at 11:00, but called me at 10:30 to say he was running behind. I already appreciated his level of integrity. - He arrived and as all folks do, was immediately looking around at the magnificent setting of greenery, trees, sounds and sights of this beloved sanctuary we are gifted to call home. - Without my prodding, he passionately told me about two trees on our way to the one I had called him about. When we arrived I pointed out the other Horse Chestnut which had fallen earlier this year, hence our concern about this elder, grand, shade giving tree. - He began his loving dissertation by placing his rather large, earth worn, young hand on the side of the trunk, upon what we would call a burl,"see this, this is a wound. This metal here, (which I had never noticed) had been placed in the tree years ago and if they had prepared the hole first, by drilling, it would not have caused this, but they simply put the metal in the tree...to hold a hammock or such....and caused a &lt;strong&gt;wound&lt;/strong&gt;. This is the scarring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spiritually in love with a young man 25 years my younger. He spoke my language. We would communicate extraordinarily well. - "This tree will not come down like the other one - see, the other one stood alone, by itself, in the pasture. No other trees around it. In the early winter look at a mountain range. One pine will be above all the others. In the spring it will be down. A storm, the winds -- will take down the one which stands alone." - We engaged in a beautiful convertsaion, how people are the same. When we stand by ourselves we will most certainly fall. When we are in community, we have others to rally around us, to protect us if needed, to support us and help us to stand full. If, as I have had the humbling experience of all too many times, we think we stand by ourselves, above others; we will most certainly be taken off our pedestal by some kind of storm! The winds of ego can be crueler than a New England blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to explain that this particular tree can and should be saved, by simply trimming down the tall pieces and taking off the dead wood...and a few safety measures too. - We walked to the back pasture and stood by the fence which beckons everyone - and chatted about the property, the land, the pond and its' perfect Weeping Willow. - As with many conversations I experience, he went on to open up to me about his learning challenges which helped him to discover becoming an Arborist. Studying all day and being at a desk was not his calling; but his God given gift to touch a tree and know its sacred worth is. - We shared on how my husband and I found ourselves to be here,the manifesting of our dream property by the grace of God via a dear friend who thought we may like the opportunity living here as caretakers would offer us. - As he walked to his car, he turned to me and said, "It's really nice to meet someone who has gotten all she wanted in her life." - My breath was taken back! - In silence I contemplated his comment, and imagined that this man will forever consider meeting someone who he sees as having received all she ever asked for. The acceptance of that is too immense to consider. The law that what we think of others, when we think of others, and that the energy of that is manifestation-well, gratitude doesn't touch my thankfulness. To also know that since he can see that, he can have that also - God in motion. Oh, so Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drove from the back yard I could not thank God enough for this precious 30 minutes I had with a stranger. I will always remember him placing his worn gentle hand on the big 'ole Horse Chestnut tree saying, "this is a wound." The bark grows around it to protect it and hardens, just like our skin - either emotionally or physically. All wounds have protected covering - some are easier to see than others, some are harder than others - and like a wooden bowl created from the burl of a tree -the scarring can be made into a beautiful container - just with some faith, help and creative ingenuity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-4728233763298651213?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4728233763298651213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/08/arborist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4728233763298651213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4728233763298651213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/08/arborist.html' title='The Arborist'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-4290163590350498769</id><published>2010-07-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:09:09.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Afterthought----------</title><content type='html'>an afterthought...................i published the previous bit of thought and of course, as all my intentions were focused on the difference...i ran head on into someone whirling, someone attached to the old paradigm. So I now choose creative license and share a few additions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD Paradigm/(and or attachment to past and/or staying with old structure is easier than destructuruing &amp; recreating) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-believing one has to do it all themselves. Is soley responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-short tempered.&lt;br /&gt;-anxious.&lt;br /&gt;-abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a wall. what appears to be an impervious wall of solids, unwavering to the new feminine organic of faith. &lt;em&gt;structure. rightness. fear&lt;/em&gt;. Staying in what (I) know. Believing what I can see. Not seeing what I can believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that can get through the wall is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do the student says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Begin each day in quiet solitude of awareness of an inner alignment with Spirit. Whatever your wording is for the Universal Presence of Infinite Mystery - for one minute even - sitting up from sleep and being. Begin each day with a foundation of Holy Connection. (Then, you will not get rocked off your center.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Also, when you feel rocked, take your predominant hand and place it on/over your heart chakra, breathing in a and out Love. Ask, what is it I am feeling? Listen. Be gentle with self. Forgive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with great Love &amp; Gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-4290163590350498769?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/4290163590350498769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/07/afterthought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4290163590350498769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/4290163590350498769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/07/afterthought.html' title='An Afterthought----------'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-7594675920568130493</id><published>2010-07-28T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:02:51.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while................</title><content type='html'>Since May, my last post. Moving takes up much space. Not only the physical, but the emotional and etheric pieces - waiting for them to all land, come together, find their unique Oneness. All types of moving - from home to home, job to job, relationship to relationship. It is all never what we expect, and in my experience, in all-ways exceeds expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that many are moving. The whirlingness is a give-a-way. The bridge of transformation is rarely neat. There is so much that NEEDS to line up in order for one to land into a new paradigm of anything. Now, when it comes to a universal paradigm shift - then a majority of individuals need to be aligned in order for the 'landing' to manifest. But what happens to the ones who are still disconnected? The ones who are have not yet landed into the brand new way of being - weather it is a relationship, home, job or other - what happens to them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture a family of five plus two cats and a dog. The move is positive for the father, nearer new job, promotion, all is well. The kids are are disenchanted-new school, miss old friends, texting overtime. The cat just needs sun to sleep in and the dog is happy with the smell of his ole' bedding. The mother is working overtime to accommodate the clan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone has landed in the newness of the shift. The male consciousness can be content with the neat compartmentalization and not see the rest. The feminine is requiring a sense of less chaos and more cohesiveness from the clan. The 'members' are each in their own place of discontent or not. Another words, everyone is at a different place on the bridge of transformation - requiring communication, kindness and compassion. - And patience, faith and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world has undergone a huge paradigm shift. Each person seeking like souls to interact with, to not feel &lt;em&gt;by themselves &lt;/em&gt;as the ones who are holding on to&lt;br /&gt;the old paradigm are being dragged. Picture if everyone in a family moved and one got left behind. Chaos, if trust is void to have faith they will find their way. Without faith one whirls. Not a pretty, intentional, dancing whirl of the poetic Dervish - but a frantic whirl which may look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- too many phone calls to create one appointment.&lt;br /&gt;- several texts regarding one appointment.&lt;br /&gt;- late with commitments.&lt;br /&gt;- disregard for others - not out of rudeness, simply from spiritual unawareness.&lt;br /&gt;- OFF CENTER.&lt;br /&gt;- computer,phones, etc. NOT doing what you positive you did.&lt;br /&gt;- communication is at an all time state of misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;- feels like a language barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Paradigm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- old friends no longer aligned with. releasing prior relationships.&lt;br /&gt;- craving new community.&lt;br /&gt;- loving time by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- communication still troubled when communicating with someone still attached in the old paradigm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be faithfilled. Love as you have never loved before. It is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with much love, Deborah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-7594675920568130493?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7594675920568130493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7594675920568130493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/7594675920568130493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-while.html' title='Been a while................'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-5054449291029951418</id><published>2010-05-13T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T04:41:58.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..but its all happening so fast......</title><content type='html'>I am in the midst of packing up my life and my families lives. This is move number 19 for me. 19 new homes. 19 new places to sleep...not counting overnight summer camps, prep school and college. I could count the others as halves, right? They should count for something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am now in my mid fifties I feel this move differently than others. As I spend time fawning over family photos I consider sending them to nieces and nephews - to 'younger' members of the family - in order to share rather than box and hide as well as to unload the carrying cases. But then I hesitate, and I stop. I see myself in my nineties taking the time to bring &lt;em&gt;the boxes which house the pictures &lt;/em&gt;out - out of their hiding and open them ever so gently with my fragile and well worn fingers to explore my heritage. I can imagine the tenderness I will feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do not want to do my children's work - the work of having to go through all the stuff. The joy and grief of touching, laughing, remembering, crying; at the memories which are attached to all the stuff. Most of us have done it, most of us will do it - gaze upon our parents collections of memorabilia and think why did they keep this old thing? Or did they really WEAR that? Or yes, I remember that day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my husband and I moved into his parents home to help care for his mother, we moved into what had been 'their' bedroom - but his father had been dead for a few years and none of it was yet cleaned out. I sat on the floor weeping, holding this mans things in my hands, rummaging through jewelry, tokens, a personal history. My husband heard me and traveled up the stairs to see what was wrong. Why? I asked. Why was I doing this? Why wasn't he or his siblings? He quickly and concisely convinced me they did not want to - they had plenty of time - I was doing them a favor - no one wanted to - it was fine - go ahead, do it. I felt like a thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a thief. A thief stealing a valuable, precious ritual of remembering, grieving and connecting - in transforming a relationship into a yet non defined status. Forgive me, I feel as if I stole moments from you - but my husband, the son of the man who created those moments, your brother, said go ahead; and I did. I wanted to call you, each of you and beg you to not miss this chance, this opportunity for more healing - but it was not to be so. Time had passed, you would have been there if you wanted; long before I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day my mother died my step sister and I had a great time going through her jewelry. My mother was literally known for her jewels; ornate, over the top, suburb, expensive and junk. We laughed at the volume, we giggled at the array, she considered opening a second hand store with them - it would have filled at least two cases - and we fawned over each piece. I had my list of what went to whom and I honored it. And then it was time to choose. My step sister took quite a bit, my sisters niece loved vintage so we sent some her way. I took only a few. The three inch long fake emerald gaudy earrings that only my mother could wear and make them look real, fabulous, outstanding! I found a Native American turquoise piece she never wore, not her style, that was most profoundly mine. My dear step brother in law took it and polished it for me. I rarely take it off. It has now been to sit on altars in temples in India and back. Even though it does not remind me of her style, for she never wore it, it did come from her life. I took some old black beads I remembered her wearing often with suits in the 60's, when she gave teas and had bridge club gatherings. I have one of her wedding bands which I love. When I look down and see that diamond band on my finger my imagination immediately sees her veined long fingers holding a tumbler of scotch or a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had died seven months prior to my mother. I spent weeks cleaning out their home, creating piles of siblings requests along with my mothers organizing system. For several years, every time one of us liked something, she would write our name on masking tape and place on the bottom of the admired piece, along with her signature; as if it was a legal contract. Bless her. She did not want the five of us; an assortment of half's, steps and full, to go through what she went through when my fathers relatives had passed. She attempted to create some order - and it did help. Fortunately, she left enough to be haggled over, so the ritual could be completely experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I chose to send each of the grandchildren a piece - something small, but a memory of their grandparents. You see their grandparents had lots of stuff, but chose to not have funerals - the honoring of that request did not go over very well. It can be difficult upholding another persons requests, but I would rather do that, than not. We each have the ability to find our own ways grieving, of honoring whatever the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is most important is that we do it. We find the ways to grieve, morn, weep, laugh, tell stories, exchange, share, remember. And perhaps those memories will be carried with you into your nineties; as your frail hands open well hid boxes filled with days of the past - lighting up your senses to who you once were, where you had been and how got to where you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-5054449291029951418?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5054449291029951418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-its-all-happening-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5054449291029951418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5054449291029951418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/05/but-its-all-happening-so-fast.html' title='..but its all happening so fast......'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-2319300513371964389</id><published>2010-05-10T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:43:10.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Up</title><content type='html'>Paul Ferrini is one of my most beloved authors. In reading his words, my heart opens through the remembrance of what my heart and soul knows. I am also a huge Jesus fan, as I often state, and share with Paul Ferrini moments of meeting, being with, hearing and seeing answers which can only come from Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Showing Up &lt;/strong&gt;is such a difficult thing to do. Who would have thought? I mean, before we stepped into the deep end of the pool, the spiritual path of seeking from the inside out rather than the outside in; showing up meant wearing acceptable clothing and keeping my elbows off the table - another words, keeping my Mother at bay. Now, now that thirty years ago I said yes to my heart and twenty years ago I said yes to the non-physical realms and how many ever years ago it was I said yes to Jesus - well, the definition of showing up now surpasses any way, shape or form&lt;br /&gt;my limited mind imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning an intentional quest outside the parameters of our lives means seeking an inner voice, listening skills beyond our hearing sense and a faith so deep and wide we welcome moments of what others may claim is labeled insanity - and we are more than okay with that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years of walking this path and being with others who have had years of an intentional life - I remain astounded at how our ego expresses itself in all its fears and insecurities. Show up and I will do the rest, is what Ferrini expresses for us, as it was expressed to him through Jesus. No planning, no notes, no dogma, no pretested ideas, no meetings, no well timed out, time tested, pre-determined schedules; just show up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come empty. Come empty and open hearted. Come. That's it. Show up here for me and I will do the rest. If you come empty, then I can come through and if I can come through than others will be healed. Come. Come to this place or that place or stay right where you are - but show up. Be the vehicle for me. Come without books, notes, ideas. Come. All you need is to empty yourself - remain open to Love. If you wish, stop looking for love and start giving love - show up and simply give love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest and the most difficult. The challenge of our lives - show up empty and I will fill you....and through me filling you the Christ essence shines and others are blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get so caught up in how, what do I DO (????????), what's the BEST way (???????), what should I say........how should I say it........what should I do........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was what to wear, then it becomes what to say, then how to express it........and it is all still from the ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just show up. He will do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-2319300513371964389?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/2319300513371964389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/05/showing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/2319300513371964389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/2319300513371964389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/05/showing-up.html' title='Showing Up'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-5207632569031000684</id><published>2010-04-26T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:23:28.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of Awakening</title><content type='html'>..it is now, a calling for Awakening. There have been others - those times of wildly rushing cosmic forces pouring through, about and pulling, creating, answering, carrying, bringing........and there will no doubt be others in what we call the future. BUT for right now, we are in the midst of a wild call of AWAKENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls who do not know why are saying yes to experiences, feelings, they never have before. There are many 'newbies' climbing on the train of Spirit through desperation, exhaustion and seeing their own fears. There are so many saying YES! Such an exciting time. Truly - it is incredible to see. Thrilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image is a Light Vehicle - an incredible gathering and stairs...a stairway and beings are climbing aboard - with trepidation, but saying YES! Hearts opened. Saying yes to the nonphysical, to loving, to kindness, to Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the healers, teachers and other who are opening their hearts to all these naive, sweet, hurt beings; take care. Listen to Cheryl Richardson and do self care in ways you never imagined! And also, remember that everyone will not choose to stay and that is okay. Everyone will not choose to do the work, to surrender and that is their path and it is their right &amp; perfect way of being. Just be there for the ones who choose to - and simply love the ones who do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the mode of Holy Spirit running your life; you must trust implicitly the ways of Spirit which will look a bit off the mark to your calendar or mostly to your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have worked on a new venture, so sure it was going to transition your life or livelihood; and it goes no where - BUT in the midst of this, something else takes place that is powerful and wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There appears to be one 'fact' painfully true from my eye site; that if one does not have faith in something greater than themselves, an outside force, Spirit, God, whatever their name you have for it is - they are literally leaving. Some are staying and leaving, but they are leaving because the pain of being here on this earth, in this life without Faith in God is far too much to bear(and it is) - and somewhere in them they know that. So, some choose to go home to God, to die from their human form and go into the Light. Some die internally and choose to stay; still trying, trying so hard to control it all. Some get ill and make the choice to die. Some create a way to leave their bodies and be with God. Some leave the human form out of fear, some out of love to assist from beyond the veils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are internal volcanoes happening in some souls. Internal grief, sadness, pain. Unable to rectify in the old way of controlling, they may be able to see a way to rectify in forgiving and surrender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time of eruption! Transformative, sensational, powerfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teaching of let go and let God never had it seen in such a tangible form in our lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled with excitement at all the work and creations Spirit is in the midst of! Hang on - its not over yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-5207632569031000684?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5207632569031000684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-of-awakening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5207632569031000684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5207632569031000684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-of-awakening.html' title='Time of Awakening'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-340364524565501305</id><published>2010-04-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:19:35.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdowns or Breakthroughs?</title><content type='html'>All this conversation about earthquakes has me wondering what is the God angle? My immediate response is Mother Earth is shifting, which we know, and it is all good. But I want to go deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world has been in an overtly selfish emotional state for centuries. In 'our' lifetime we have witnessed vengeful, fearful, horrible human upon human acts. Some of us may even say, our society or humankind (in general) is broken. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an individual is acting in a non humanitarian way, a teenager, a two year old, an adult.....we seek to see the seed, the God spark within them. When a relationship is pained and harm is being caused, couples seek counseling to remember the good they once had. Families, friends, co-workers - when times get tough, the tough get going - the tough being love. And when the individual, the relationship or the family does not unearth their individual feelings of love or being loving; a crisis will be birthed. An illness, a nasty divorce, a pain filled break up. And it is all good, in &lt;br /&gt;the manner that we all get there - eventually - to love. Some kicking and screaming, being pulled by a team of wild horses or worse, our own Karma; but we get there. The guarantee is we all wake up. Some of their own volition, some of Gods not so gentle volition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as a global society have reached such great pain in our individual and connective relationships to self, Mother Earth, one another - have reached crisis point and God is speaking up loudly. The earthquakes cause humanity to awaken. The child in sex trade causes governments and civilians to be so vulgarized at the horrific acts on a child that we FINALLY care what is happening across the globe to another human. The pain of seeing earthquake victims makes our hearts race from the comfort of our suburban homes to volunteer, to be the great savior - and what we come home with is a deeper sense of faith in seeing that these people, these people who have been traumatized are STILL every day thanking God for their lives. Whom is saving who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakdown, the crisis, the pain is always at the same time the breakthrough, the Light, the Way. Our Oneness is so palpable and real that we can cry at the photo of an abused animal and have created within us such a desire to right the wrong it takes over our lives as our passion and mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that all the emptiness is waiting for Love to be poured into it -to be made aware of what is already there - to fill it up like a goblet of Light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before this moment did I ever have an appreciation for the news. I stopped watching 30 years ago - BUT I can now, in this moment, appreciate the roll it plays in bringing to those who choose to watch it - an opportunity to create BETTER lives. To create change. And it is all done in the same manner. Weather it is the label of an illness, a broken relationship, a Tsunami or an earth quake or other - our hearts are cracked opened. Our hearts, our emotional caverns of humanity are pried open with an action from Nature; &lt;strong&gt;and we weep and we find a way to be better at being human.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot drop your life here and go build homes or travel to areas which appear less fortunate than us, or you do not feel called, be reminded right now that those less fortunate places are supplying others with heart opening gifts - we are One and there has been no other time on this planet that Gods message has been stronger - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;those that are able must do whatever they can to support the awakening of our individual hearts - so that humanity's heart thrives and continues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do? Simply find ways to LOVE better. Love your friends, family, children, self....better. Love softer, gentler, more open. Love unconditionally, without rules, regulations and laws. Love one another as Spirit loves us; Love no matter what. And if you need to get out of the way, do that; but still be loving. This is an action from the heart - not from money, or having to cross the globe to take an outer action; it is a way of being. Simply find ways to Love better. This does make a difference. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-340364524565501305?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/340364524565501305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/04/breakdowns-or-breakthroughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/340364524565501305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/340364524565501305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/04/breakdowns-or-breakthroughs.html' title='Breakdowns or Breakthroughs?'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341591579321138823.post-5643403353940924227</id><published>2010-04-13T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:54:07.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction; revised, renewed, refreshed.</title><content type='html'>It has been since August 2009 (!) that I last spent time preparing a message which evidently never came to be posted. I just spent the last half hour finding this prior blog, renewed it and refreshed it, (still not in a full comprehension of all the ins and outs) and am beginning again. How many old blogs, face book pages, my spaces, websites.....do you have in your closet? I get so baffled by the linear component of keeping them up, understanding the inner workings....that I fail to continue them with any sense of grace. I have no desire to tweet, I find face book overwhelming,(but the comfort of a distant form of friendship is pleasant).......and I miss land line phones. BUT here I am trying once again to create an avenue of self expression which is always filled with intention to benefit others. Perhaps this time..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many famous and never heard of people in history, I am self proclaiming myself an expert in, (drum roll please...) Spiritual Re.Framing. Is this really so terrible? I mean, if WE can't see what we are good at - how is any one else suppose to see it? Fortunately, it is a yet undefined tactic, so I may have a chance here of being a vehicle for some formidable good....or not....but since I already have seen the experiences of goodness and transformation thru this concept with clients; none of this can be considered a 'loss.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re.framing is when we put on our spiritual binoculars and take yet another look at a situation that is causing us pain, grief, uncomfortableness. Re.Framing is when I offer up another vision - another way to see - a different view. And it works. Re.Framing creates ah-ha moments - moments of Grace and God connection. Moments of seeing thru one's spiritual eye site.........and it is very, very good. Mind you, some of the topics will be hard. They will stir you, provoke you and create within you an uproar -- and some will simply make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these particular moments in time there are few who cannot use (including myself) daily support in keeping our faith - faith in goodness, faith in remembering change is constant, faith in ourselves to always being capable of seeing it right - no matter what it is. Re.Framing is to remember Spirit in any given moment. And right now, there are many given moments..............we must always seek the goodness, so it can find us and we can see it. Even in the most trying of times, we CAN see God the Good, Love &amp; a sense of comfort in the non-physical elements of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my beloveds (this is how I refer to students, clients, congregants..) works with the recently uprooted Rwanda community here in the States. She sits every day and witnesses their individual stories of pain, horror and at our human gut level; fear. AND yet, thru most of their stories there are no signs of a disenchanted faith in God, still, after all they have been thru - because God brought them here - a God brought them to a new land where they do not know the language, cannot work, need healthcare on all too many levels, left family, or know family has been killed because they left - brought them to a place where despite PTSS nightmares, not trusting and having nothing more than the clothes they arrive in; there is a GOD who got them here; and for this they give continual thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this witnessing this beloved continues to be in awe of the horror humans do to humans as well as in awe of how faith can carry us through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's the intro. As if I NEED yet another thing to be committed to! ...but I do want it. And so it begins.....again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2341591579321138823-5643403353940924227?l=deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5643403353940924227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/04/introduction-revised-renewed-refreshed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5643403353940924227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341591579321138823/posts/default/5643403353940924227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahevanshogan.blogspot.com/2010/04/introduction-revised-renewed-refreshed.html' title='An Introduction; revised, renewed, refreshed.'/><author><name>Deborah Evans Hogan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13490426817806606198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oexr6U_7d08/Ta7ikvz63LI/AAAAAAAAACA/H2tfxecFhB0/s220/0419010855a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
