Thursday, June 09, 2005
Follow your Dreams
"Do you have a dream? Have you taken your dream into your 5th dimensional workshop, shaped it into a thoughtform (a shimmering bubble of Creator energy) with your mind and charged it with your enthusiasm? Once you have created a strong thoughtform that represents your dream, place your attention in your solar heart center and listen for guidance to take appropriate action to manifest your dream. Focus on following your dream with your heart not your head. When you are focused in your head (thinking), anxiety and worry predominate and your guides and angels cannot communicate with you through the mental static. When you focus on the still point within your solar heart center (the feeling and Being center of your soul) with your mind at rest, your guides can communicate with you. It is through your heart that your inner guidance gently nudges you towards the full expression of your life purpose and planetary service."
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
It is Time
Millions upon millions of dear souls are awakening as that inner time clock begins to vibrate frequencies of awakening. It is saying, “IT IS TIME. ARE YOU READY?” It is time for you, the children, the Sparks of Light, the SUNS/sons and daughters of our Father/Mother God, to awaken. It is time to return to your true estate as beloved emissaries of Light of the highest order. It is time to remember, you are already connected to and have access to anything you could ever desire. What are you waiting for?
http://www.ronnastar.com/latest.html
http://www.ronnastar.com/latest.html
Monday, June 06, 2005
Three Dimentional Consciousness
Know in self, first this: Thou art body, mind and soul, a three-dimensional individual in a three-dimensional consciousness. Hence ye find the Godhead, to a consciousness of an individual in the earth plane, is three dimensions: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Each are individual, and yet they are one. So with the body-consciousness: the body, the mind and the soul. Each have their attributes, each have their limitations, save the soul. Nothing may separate the soul from its source save the will of self.
Edgar Cayce Reading 5089-3
Edgar Cayce Reading 5089-3
Monday, May 30, 2005
Remember the Sunset
Then, to be able to remember the sunset, to be able to remember a beautiful conversation, a beautiful deed done where hope and faith were created, to remember the smile of a babe, the blush of a rose, the harmony of a song--a bird's call; these are creative. For if they are a part of thyself, they bring you closer and closer to God.
Edgar Cayce Reading 1431-1
Edgar Cayce Reading 1431-1
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Stress
STRESS – THE CAUSE
Physical, emotional, mental and spiritual stress create a disturbance in the flow of electro-magnetic energy in the body, resulting in abnormal cellular frequencies. These underlying weaknesses, imbalances and blockages in the 4 body system can develop into physical symptoms and disease. Some symptoms related to abnormal cellular frequencies are: fatigue, headaches, dizziness, insomnia, poor memory, anxiety, depression, allergies, skin problems, respiratory problems, recurring infections, muscle aches and cramping, backaches, painful inflamed joints, poor digestion, gas, bloating, constipation or diarrhea, menstrual irregularities, prostate problems, cravings and addictions. Modern medicine generally treats the symptoms, not the underlying cause.
Physical, emotional, mental and spiritual stress create a disturbance in the flow of electro-magnetic energy in the body, resulting in abnormal cellular frequencies. These underlying weaknesses, imbalances and blockages in the 4 body system can develop into physical symptoms and disease. Some symptoms related to abnormal cellular frequencies are: fatigue, headaches, dizziness, insomnia, poor memory, anxiety, depression, allergies, skin problems, respiratory problems, recurring infections, muscle aches and cramping, backaches, painful inflamed joints, poor digestion, gas, bloating, constipation or diarrhea, menstrual irregularities, prostate problems, cravings and addictions. Modern medicine generally treats the symptoms, not the underlying cause.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
The God Within
Yet as we look into the infinity of space and time we realize there is then that force, that influence also that is aware of the needs, and there is also that will, that choice given to the souls of men that they may be used, that they may be one, that they may apply same in their own feeble, weak ways perhaps; yet that comes to mean, comes to signify, comes to manifest in the lives of those that have lost their way, that very influence ye seek in the knowledge of God.
For until ye become as a savior, as a help to some soul that has lost hope, lost its way, ye do not fully comprehend the God within, the God without.
Edgar Cayce Reading 1158-14
For until ye become as a savior, as a help to some soul that has lost hope, lost its way, ye do not fully comprehend the God within, the God without.
Edgar Cayce Reading 1158-14
Monday, May 23, 2005
Sing it Homer
[From The Simpsons, Ep. EABF12 - April 13, 2003
to the tune of Life Goes On (Jack and Diane) by John `Cougar Melloncamp]
Little ditty 'bout Homer and Marge
Her heart was as big as his stomach was large
Oh yeah, they say love goes on
Long after the grilled cheese sandwich is gone
(During credits)
That's the story 'bout Homer and Marge
Two folks I helped out for a nominal charge
After Homer went gay, they patched up their schism
But the dude never dealt with his alcoholism
Weird Al sayin'... oh yeah, the credits go on
Long after the viewer's interest is gone
Oh yeah, Weird Al had fun on this show
Even if it was just a brief cameo
to the tune of Life Goes On (Jack and Diane) by John `Cougar Melloncamp]
Little ditty 'bout Homer and Marge
Her heart was as big as his stomach was large
Oh yeah, they say love goes on
Long after the grilled cheese sandwich is gone
(During credits)
That's the story 'bout Homer and Marge
Two folks I helped out for a nominal charge
After Homer went gay, they patched up their schism
But the dude never dealt with his alcoholism
Weird Al sayin'... oh yeah, the credits go on
Long after the viewer's interest is gone
Oh yeah, Weird Al had fun on this show
Even if it was just a brief cameo
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
Cleanse the Mind
For how does one cleanse the mind? By the pouring out, the forgetting, the laying aside of those things that easily beset and filling same with pure, fresh water that is of the eternal life, that is of the eternal goodness as may be found in Him who is the light, the way, the truth, the vine, the bread of life and the water of life. These things are those influences that purify.
Edgar Cayce Reading 1620-1
Edgar Cayce Reading 1620-1
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Forgiveness
Who gains by being forgiven and by forgiving? The one that forgives is lord even of him that he forgives.
Edgar Cayce Reading 585-2
Edgar Cayce Reading 585-2
Sunday, May 01, 2005
I Dont Feel Tardy

My first wedding
All rights reserved 2005 Photo by my dad
Do you remember when there was only black and white phototography?And when T V first came out it was black and white only.I still have the first color tv that I ever owned,bought in 1981.A 10 inch ac dc color portable that still works to this day. I still use it as a monitor.I remember when dad got his first color tv in the 60's and we all watched the honeymooners in color for the first time.God Im old!
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
breast cancer
Like most elementary schools, it was typical to have a parade of students in and out of the health clinic throughout the day. We dispensed ice for bumps and bruises, Band-Aids for cuts and liberal doses of sympathy and hugs. As principal, my office was right next door to the clinic, so I often dropped in to lend a hand and help out with the hugs. I knew that for some kids, mine might be the only one they got all day.
One morning I was putting a Band-Aid on a little girl's scrapped knee. Her blonde hair was matted, and I noticed that she was shivering in her thin little sleeveless blouse. I found her a warm sweatshirt and helped her pull it on. "Thanks for taking care of me," she whispered as she climbed into my lap and snuggled up against me.
It wasn't long after that when I ran across an unfamiliar lump under my arm. Cancer, an aggressively spreading kind, had already invaded thirteen of my lymph nodes. I pondered whether or not to tell the students about my diagnosis. The word breast seemed so hard to say out loud to them, and the word cancer seemed so frightening.
When it became evident that the children were going to find out one way or another, either the straight scoop from me or possibly a garbled version from someone else, I decided to tell them myself. It wasn't easy to get the words out, but the empathy and concern I saw in their faces as I explained it to them told me I had made the right decision. When I gave them a chance to ask questions, they mostly wanted to know how they could help. I told them that what I would like best would be their letters, pictures and prayers.
I stood by the gym door as the children solemnly filed out. My little friend darted out of line and threw herself into my arms. Then she stepped back to look up into my face. "Don't be afraid, Dr. Perry," she said earnestly, "I know you'll be back because now it's our turn to take care of you."
No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent me off to my first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written. A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment. By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always Love You."
Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until they covered every wall of my room.
Then the kids traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands.. "I feel like I've stepped into Disneyland every time I walk into this room," my doctor laughed. That was even before the six-foot apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages written on paper apples from the students and teachers. What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I headed up the road to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What if the kids have forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don't want a skinny bald principal? What if... I caught sight of the school marquee as I rounded the bend. "Welcome Back, Dr. Perry," it read. As I drew closer, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons - ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too.
My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. "You're back, Dr. Perry, you're back!" she called. "See, I told you we'd take care of you!"
As I hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly heard my music box playing . . . "I will always love you."
Breast Cancer Stamp Booklet
We need those of you who are great at forwarding on information with your e-mail network. Please read and pass this on. It would be wonderful if 2005 were the year a cure for breast cancer was found!!!!
This is one email you should be glad to pass on. The notion that we could raise $35 million by buying a book of stamps is powerful! As you may be aware, the US Postal Service recently released its new "Fund the Cure" stamp to help fund breast cancer research. The stamp was designed by Ethel Kessler of Bethesda, Maryland. It is important that we take a stand against this disease that affects so many of our Mothers, Sisters and Friends.
Instead of the normal 37 cents for a stamp, this one costs 45 cents. The additional 8 cents will go to breast cancer research. A "normal" book costs $7.40. This one is only $9.00. It takes a few minutes in line at the Post Office and means so much. If all stamps are sold, it will raise an additional $35,000,000 for this vital research. Just as important as the money is our support. What a statement it would make if the stamp outsold the this week. What a statement it would make that we care.
I urge you to do two things TODAY:
1. Go out and purchase some of these stamps
2. E-mail your friends to do the same.
Many of us know women and their families whose lives are turned upside-down by breast cancer.
It takes so little to do so much in this drive.
Please help & pass it on.
One morning I was putting a Band-Aid on a little girl's scrapped knee. Her blonde hair was matted, and I noticed that she was shivering in her thin little sleeveless blouse. I found her a warm sweatshirt and helped her pull it on. "Thanks for taking care of me," she whispered as she climbed into my lap and snuggled up against me.
It wasn't long after that when I ran across an unfamiliar lump under my arm. Cancer, an aggressively spreading kind, had already invaded thirteen of my lymph nodes. I pondered whether or not to tell the students about my diagnosis. The word breast seemed so hard to say out loud to them, and the word cancer seemed so frightening.
When it became evident that the children were going to find out one way or another, either the straight scoop from me or possibly a garbled version from someone else, I decided to tell them myself. It wasn't easy to get the words out, but the empathy and concern I saw in their faces as I explained it to them told me I had made the right decision. When I gave them a chance to ask questions, they mostly wanted to know how they could help. I told them that what I would like best would be their letters, pictures and prayers.
I stood by the gym door as the children solemnly filed out. My little friend darted out of line and threw herself into my arms. Then she stepped back to look up into my face. "Don't be afraid, Dr. Perry," she said earnestly, "I know you'll be back because now it's our turn to take care of you."
No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent me off to my first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written. A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment. By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always Love You."
Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until they covered every wall of my room.
Then the kids traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands.. "I feel like I've stepped into Disneyland every time I walk into this room," my doctor laughed. That was even before the six-foot apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages written on paper apples from the students and teachers. What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I headed up the road to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What if the kids have forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don't want a skinny bald principal? What if... I caught sight of the school marquee as I rounded the bend. "Welcome Back, Dr. Perry," it read. As I drew closer, everywhere I looked were pink ribbons - ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too.
My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. "You're back, Dr. Perry, you're back!" she called. "See, I told you we'd take care of you!"
As I hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly heard my music box playing . . . "I will always love you."
Breast Cancer Stamp Booklet
We need those of you who are great at forwarding on information with your e-mail network. Please read and pass this on. It would be wonderful if 2005 were the year a cure for breast cancer was found!!!!
This is one email you should be glad to pass on. The notion that we could raise $35 million by buying a book of stamps is powerful! As you may be aware, the US Postal Service recently released its new "Fund the Cure" stamp to help fund breast cancer research. The stamp was designed by Ethel Kessler of Bethesda, Maryland. It is important that we take a stand against this disease that affects so many of our Mothers, Sisters and Friends.
Instead of the normal 37 cents for a stamp, this one costs 45 cents. The additional 8 cents will go to breast cancer research. A "normal" book costs $7.40. This one is only $9.00. It takes a few minutes in line at the Post Office and means so much. If all stamps are sold, it will raise an additional $35,000,000 for this vital research. Just as important as the money is our support. What a statement it would make if the stamp outsold the this week. What a statement it would make that we care.
I urge you to do two things TODAY:
1. Go out and purchase some of these stamps
2. E-mail your friends to do the same.
Many of us know women and their families whose lives are turned upside-down by breast cancer.
It takes so little to do so much in this drive.
Please help & pass it on.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
What is Time?
What is time? Is time travel possible? For centuries, these questions have intrigued mystics, philosophers, and scientists. Much of ancient Greek philosophy was concerned with understanding the concept of eternity, and the subject of time is central to all the world's religions and cultures. Can the flow of time be stopped? Certainly some mystics thought so. Angelus Silesius, a sixth-century philosopher and poet, thought the flow of time could be suspended by mental powers:
Time is of your own making;
its clock ticks in your head.
The moment you stop thought
time too stops dead.
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/time/through.html
Time is of your own making;
its clock ticks in your head.
The moment you stop thought
time too stops dead.
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/time/through.html
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Born to live in Joy
We were born to live in joy. We were not born to suffer. We sometimes choose this ourselves on a soul level, but it is not the intention of the Creator that we should suffer. This earth is the schoolroom of life, but we can live and learn in joy.
Our lives follow cyclic changes and mood frames, brought on by our birth times and the influence of the positioning of the stars and planets at certain periods in our lives. Astrology is a very real science, unlike the garb that the newspapers and magazines generalise in giving out. The actual position of the planets at the time of our birth, do have an influence on our lives. They help to shape our character. There are many millions of people, for example, born under the sign of Gemini or Pieces, but each one is different because there are a multitude of other influences affecting them. A genuine astrologer can help you discover certain influences that affect you, but they need not be taken as gospel. We can utilise these influences to our advantage, and be guided by them, but we need not let them override our free will choice in our lives. There is an abundance of joy in the Universe. We have to look for the joy. We have to look for the happiness and potential that exists around us in our everyday lives.
Our lives follow cyclic changes and mood frames, brought on by our birth times and the influence of the positioning of the stars and planets at certain periods in our lives. Astrology is a very real science, unlike the garb that the newspapers and magazines generalise in giving out. The actual position of the planets at the time of our birth, do have an influence on our lives. They help to shape our character. There are many millions of people, for example, born under the sign of Gemini or Pieces, but each one is different because there are a multitude of other influences affecting them. A genuine astrologer can help you discover certain influences that affect you, but they need not be taken as gospel. We can utilise these influences to our advantage, and be guided by them, but we need not let them override our free will choice in our lives. There is an abundance of joy in the Universe. We have to look for the joy. We have to look for the happiness and potential that exists around us in our everyday lives.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Words and the flow of truth
Words, according to Ramana Maharshi, act as a resistance to the flow of truth, as a light fixture in an electrical circuit acts as a resistor. The glowing light may alert us to the presence of its mysterious source, but it takes an actual contact with the current to shock us into true awareness. And awareness of It, these teachers tell us, reveals our true nature and being.
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