Welcome to my sharebook.... Up till now i haven't submitted much but I intend to become more active with different things that I am passionate about. I love to write but somehow lost my touch for a long time.... This will be a place to get started again, and share some of my recipes.....poetry, commentaries on things that I believe in. Hope you enjoy... terri
Dear Congress and Mr. President: I'm against the $85,000,000, 000.00 bailout of AIG. (That's 85 BILLION DOLLARS).
Instead, I'm in favor of giving $85,000,000, 000 to America in a We Deserve It Dividend.
To make the math simple, let's assume there are 200,000,000 bonafide U.S. Citizens 18+.
Our population is about 301,000,000 +/- counting every man, woman and child. So 200,000,000 might be a fair stab at adults 18 and up..
So divide 200 million adults 18+ into $85 billon that equals $425,000.00.
My plan is to give $425,000 to every person 18+ as a We Deserve It Dividend.
Of course, it would NOT be tax-free.
So let's assume a tax rate of 30%.
Every individual 18+ has to pay $127,500.00 in taxes. That sends $25,500,000, 000 right back to Uncle Sam. But it means that every adult 18+ has $297,500.00 in their pocket.
A husband and wife has $595,000 00.
What would you do with $297,500.00 to $595,000.00 in your family?
Pay off your mortgage - housing crisis solved.
Repay college loans - what a great boost to new grads
Put away money for college - it'll be there
Save in a bank - create money to loan to entrepreneurs.
Buy a new car - create jobs
Invest in the market - capital drives growth
Pay for your parent's medical insurance - health care improves
Enable Deadbeat Dads to come clean - or else
Remember this is for every adult U S Citizen 18+ including the folks who lost their jobs at Lehman Brothers and every other compan that is cutting back. And of course, for those serving in our Armed Forces.
If we're going to re-distribute wealth let's really do it...instead of trickling out a puny $1000.00 ( 'vote buy' ) economic incentive that is being proposed by one of our candidates for President.
If we're going to do an $85 billion bailout, let's bail out every adult U S Citizen 18+!
As for AIG - liquidate it.
Sell off its parts.
Let American General go back to being AmericanGeneral.
Sell off the real estate.
Let the private sector bargain hunters cut it up and clean it up.
Here's my rationale. We deserve it and AIG doesn't.
Sure it's a crazy idea that can 'never work.'
But can you imagine the Coast-To-Coast Block Party!
How do you spell Economic Boom?
I trust my fellow adult Americans to know how to use the $85 Billion
We Deserve It Dividend more than the geniuses at AIG or in Washington DC do
And remember, The Family plan only really costs $59.5 Billion because $25.5 Billion is returned instantly in taxes to Uncle Sam.
Ahhh...I feel so much better getting that off my chest.
Kindest personal regards, A Creative Guy & Citizen of the Republic.
someone emailed me this ....makes more sense to me than what all the hair brained politicians are coming up with!
this is someone elses story and experience with sugarless gum and their dog!
Last Friday evening, I arrived home from work, fed Chloe, our 24 Lb dachshund, just as I normally do. Ten minutes later I walked into the den just in time to see her head inside the pocket of Katie's friend's purse.
She had a guilty look on her face so I looked closer and saw a small package of sugar-free gum. It contained Xylitol. I remembered that I had recently read that sugar-free gum can be deadly for dogs so I jumped on line and looked to see if Xylitol was the ingredient. I found the first web site below and it was the one. Next, I called our vet. She said to bring her in immediately. Unfortunately, it was still rush hour and it took me almost 1/2 hour to get there. Meanwhile, since this was her first case, our vet found another web site to figure out the treatment.
She took Chloe and said they would induce her to vomit, give her a charcoal drink to absorb the toxin (even though they don't think it works) then they would start an iv with dextrose. The Xylitol causes dogs to secrete insulin so their blood sugar drops very quickly. The second thing that happens is liver failure. If that happens, even with aggressive treatment, it can be difficult to save them. She told us she would call us.
Almost two hours later, the vet called and said that contents of her stomach contained 2-3 gum wrappers and that her=2 0blood sugar had dropped from 90 to 59 in 30 minutes. She wanted us to take Chloe to another hospital that has a critical care unit operating around the clock. We picked her up and took herthere. They had us call the ASPCA poison control for a case number and for a donation their doctors would direct Chloe's doctor on treatment. They would continue the iv, monitor her blood every other hour and then in 2 days test her liver function. She ended up with a central line in her jugular vein since the one in her leg collapsed, just as our regular vet had feared.
Chloe spent almost the entire weekend in the critical care hospital. After her blood sugar was stabilized, she came home yesterday. They ran all the tests again before they released her and so far, no sign of liver damage. Had I not seen her head in the purse, she probably would have died and we wouldn't even had known why.
Three vets told me this weekend, that they were amazed that I even knew about it since they are first learning about it too. Please tell everyone you know about Xylitol and dogs. It may save another life.
there have been many things on the internet, that I have thought were cute, but this one brings me to tears as I think of all the people who have been on my train ride, some of them still alive, some passed on to another dimension in time that I can't see just yet.....for those of you who didn't see this before, it is a MUST and make sure your sound is on and get some tissues out.
i am sure you will have to cut and paste this but it is well worth it .....
love to everyone, my friends, my parents, my brother, my kids, all my ex's, my doggies...Precious, Babs and Bubba ..who are in doggie heaven....to Monabella and Mr. Magoo, my cat Barclay, and all the many animals who have brought me joy over my lifetime. Love to all the women who have supported me through fun times and rough times.
Thank you Pixie for making this very moving Train Ride!!
"All this attention and kind of flattery, and saying, I'm an inspiration is kind of, I'm not used to it," she said.
Her mother, Terri Elliott, said, "With her type of cancer, it's very rare, the statistics are not good. And like 2 percent of the population of the world have it, and they don't survive past a year."
Kristin's endured multiple surgeries and radiation, and she has kept playing on.
"All through it, she didn't miss any school, she didn't miss her volleyball. She lived, she pulled us along," Terri said.
Kristin even traveled to Africa on a church trip during a remission. And when in Zambia, she and her sister worked with children orphaned by AIDS.
"They asked me what I wanted, if I wanted a vacation, to meet an actor, or to get something, you know a camera, computer, stuff like that."
The most common request is a Disney trip, but Kristin wanted something more than make believe.
"I told them that I wanted to build an AIDS orphanage house in Africa, and I wanted them to help," she smiled, "if they could."
Teri Andrepont of the Make-a-Wish Foundation said, "We've never, never had that request before -- never, never an orphanage."
"There was a man there with me, and he just kinda looked at me like, 'Are you sure? That's what you want?'" Kristin recounted. "Of all the things you could ask for, are you sure? And I just thought, Yeah, that's what I want. I can't imagine anything else that I would need."
"How Kristin-like! It didn't surprise me, that Kristin would make a request as selfless as that," her brother Brandon said.
Children orphaned by AIDS and other diseases attend school next to the Mother of Mercy Hospice in Chilanga, Zambia. in Chilanga, Zambia, February 2003.
(Tom Stoddart/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)
Her father, Darryl Elliott, said, "We tried to talk her out of it -- really didn't talk her out of it -- but just 'You sure? You sure you really want to do this?' This is big."
sorry about that .....the theme i chose didn't allow half the text to show up....so here it is again
WHERETO BUY YOUR USA-GAS WHERE TO BUY YOUR USA-GAS, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO KNOW. READ ON-- Gas rationing in the 80's worked even t hough we grumbled about it. It might even be good for us!
The Saudis are boycotting American goods.
We should return the favor.
An interesting thought is to boycott their GAS. Every time you fill up the car, you can avoid putting more money into the coffers of Saudi Arabia
Just buy from gas companies that don't import their oil from the Saudis. I thought it might be interesting for you to know which oil companies are the best to buy gas from and which major companies import Middle Eastern oil.
Also: Pilot, Flying J, Love's, RaceTrac, Valero All of this information is available from the Department of Energy and each is required to state where they get their oil and how much they are importing.
But to have an impact, we need to reach literally millions of gas buyers. It's really simple to do.
Now, don't wimp out atthis point.... keep reading and I'll explain how simple it is to reach millions of people!!
I'm sending this note to about thirty people.
If each of you send it to at least ten more (30 x 10 = 300)... and
those 300 send it to at least ten more (300 x 10 = 3,000) and
so on, by the time the message rea ches t he sixth generation of people,
we will have reached over THREE MILLION consumers !!!!!!!
If those three million get excited and pass this on to ten friends each, then 30 million people will have been contacted!
If it goes one level further, you guessed it ..... THREE HUNDRED MILLION PEOPLE!!!
Again, all you have to do is send this to
10 people. How long would all that take?
If each of us sends this e-mail out to ten more people within one day, all 300 MILLION people could conceivably be contacted within the next eight days!
Remember Lee Iacocca, the man who rescued Chrysler > Corporation from it's death throes? He has a new book, and here are some > excerpts. > _____________________________________________________________ > Lee Iacocca Says: > 'Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's > happening? Where the hell is our outrage? We should be screaming bloody > murder. We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right > over a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can't > even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of > getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians > say, 'Stay the course' > > > Stay the course? You've got to be kidding. This is America ,not > the damned 'Titanic'. I'll give you a sound bite: 'Throw all the bums out!' > > > You might think I'm getting senile, that I've gone off my rocker, > and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up. I hardly recognize this > country anymore. > > > The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the > guys in handcuffs. While we're fiddling in Iraq , the Middle East is burning > and nobody seems to know what to do. And the press is waving 'om! -poms' i > nstead of asking hard questions. That's not the promise of the ' America ' > my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for. I've had enough. How > about you? > > > I'll go a step further. You can't call yourself a patriot if > you're not outraged. This is a fight I'm ready and willing to have. > > > The Biggest 'C' is Crisis ! > > > Leaders are made, not born. Leadership is forged in times of > crisis. It's easy to sit there with your feet up on the desk and talk > theory. Or send someone else's kids off to war when you've never seen a > battlefield yourself. It's another thing to lead when your world comes > tumbling down. > > > On September 11, 2001, we needed a strong leader more than any > other time in our history. We needed a steady hand to guide us out of the > ashes. A Hell of a Mess > > > So here's where we stand. We're immersed in a bloody war with no > plan for winning and no plan for leaving. We're running the biggest deficit > in the history of the country. We're losing the manufacturing edge to Asia , > while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health care costs. > Gas prices are skyrocketing, and nobody in power has a coherent energy > policy. Our schools are in trouble. Our borders are like sieves. The middle > class is being squeezed every which way These are times > that cry out for leadership. > > > But when you look around, you've got to ask: 'Where have all the > leaders gone?' Where are the curious, creative communicators? Where are the > people of character, courage, conviction, omnipotence, and common sense? I > may be a sucker for alliteration, but I think you get the point. > > > Name me a leader who has a better idea for homeland security than > making us take off our shoes in airports and throw away our shampoo? We've > spent billions of dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know > how to do is react to things that have already happened. > > > Name me one leader who emerged from the crisis of Hurricane > Katrina. Congress has yet to spend a single day evaluating the response to > the hurricane, or demanding accountability for the decisions that were made > in the crucial hours after the storm. > > > Everyone's hunkering down, fingers crossed, hoping it doesn't > happen again. Now, that's just crazy. Storms happen. Deal with it. Make a > plan. Figure out what you're going to do the next time. > > > Name me an industry leader who is thinking creatively about how we > can restore our competitive edge in manufacturing. Who would have believed > that there could ever be a time when 'The Big Three' referred to Japanese > car companies? How did this happen, and more important, what are we going to > do about it? > > > Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying > down the debit, or solving the energy crisis, or managing the health care > problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that are eating > away at our country and milking the middle class dry. > > > I have news for the gang in Congress. We didn't elect you to sit > on your asses and do nothing and remain silent while our democracy is being > hijacked and our greatness is being replaced with mediocrity. What is > everybody so afraid of? That some bonehead on Fox News will call them a > name? Give me a break. Why don't you guys show some spine for a change? > > > Had Enough? > > > Hey, I'm not trying to be the voice of gloom and doom here. I'm > trying to light a fire. I'm speaking out because I have hope I believe in > America . In my lifetime I've had the privilege of living through some of > America 's greatest moments. I've also experienced some of our worst crises: > the 'Great Depression', 'World War II', the 'Korean War', the 'Kennedy > Assassination', the 'Vietnam War', the 1970s oil crisis, and the struggles > of recent years culminating with 9/11. If I've learned one thing, it's this: > 'You don't get anywhere by standing on the sidelines waiting for > somebody else to take action. Whether it's building a better car or building > a better future for our children, we all have a role to play. That's the > challenge I'm raising in this book. It's a call to 'Action' for people who, > like me, believe in America . It's not too late, but it's getting pretty > close. So let's shake off the crap and go to work. Let's tell 'em all we've > had 'enough.' Make a 'real contribution' by sending this to everyone you > know and care about......our future is at stake!
In the tiring but rewarding aftermath of a hike through Kauai’s Koke‘e wilderness, a nice elderly couple picked us up at the end of the trail and gave us a ride back to the campground. We talked with them about their vacation and my heart went out to this couple; they claimed they were “doing the tourist thing, and it’s breaking the bank!” I almost felt guilty listening to them, knowing that while they were rapidly spending their savings, we were doing Kauai for a week for only $250.
First of all, airline miles are a convenient and wonderful thing. A roundtrip flight to the mainland on Hawaiian Airlines, for example, earns approximately 5,000 miles. That’s enough for a free one-way ticket to an outer island, in our case from Maui to Kauai. With a purchased return ticket, airfare can come to only $60. Secondly, the majority of car rental companies not only ask for a large amount of cash – in the $40 a day range – for a vehicle because I’m only twenty-three years old, but there’s also a standard additional charge of $20 a day if you’re under twenty-five. All of this can be avoided, however, by checking the local yellow pages and finding the discount car rental agencies found on every island. In this case, we used Island Discount Cars in Lihue. They charged us only $25 cash per day; just call them when you get in and they’ll even pick you up at the airport. Sure, the car may not have a radio – or a muffler – but it gets you around the island and brings an overwhelmingly charming level of character to the table, an intangible on which no price can be placed.
Once on the road in our noble steed – sans muffler – we headed north out of Lihue, past the wind-tickled beaches of the eastern shore before finally weaving our way into idyllic Hanalei on the North Shore. A culinary staple of Hanalei is Bubba Burgers (“We cheat tourists, attorneys and drunks&rdquo, located smack dab in the center of town. For six dollars, a Bubba Burger will sate your appetite and leave you looking for a nice place to curl up and take a nap. Luckily for us, the golden horseshoe of Hanalei Bay lay before us, and a nice blanket, a good book and the shade of palms fringing the bay made for the perfect place for an afternoon nap. Framed by stoic cliffs to the west, the sheer cliffs of Princeville to the east, the time capsule that is Hanalei bay to the south and the remnants of a winter swell lapping at the shore right in front of us, Hanalei Bay is easily one of the most picturesque and serene places one can choose to visit.
Refreshed from our nap, we continued on down towards the end of the road, passing over rickety old wooden bridges, under beautifully landscaped seaside homes raised on stilts, and past the ubiquitous chickens dotting the sides of the road. We passed Lumahai Beach, a place that makes you forget that anywhere else actually exists, and then the confines of Haena Beach Park, which provides amenities and a touch of home that any weary traveler would be glad to see after a long day on the road. We watched the local surfers one-up each other in barreling waves as the setting winter sun fell asleep over the ridge to the west; an incredibly relaxing day fittingly drew to a close.
You see, Kauai is splendidly set up for camping. While many people are willing to pay for an ocean view room, many others are just as content to swap the drywall of a resort for the nylon walls of a tent, with the ocean literally steps from your front door. In order to camp at beach parks on Kauai, where showers, cooking facilities and restrooms are conveniently placed for your use, you need to go through the simple steps to get a permit, including paying five dollars a night.
With the sun as our alarm clock, we were able to get an early jump on the piece of infamy that is the Kalalau Trail. Not possessing an overnight permit for the entire trail, we opted to simply hike the first allowable 2.5 miles in to Hanakapi‘ai Beach. For those who are unfamiliar with the Kalalau Trail, words such as unrivaled, breathtaking and jaw-droppingly impressive, make meager attempts to do it justice. With clear weather permitting, even day hiking the first section of this trail is simply astounding.
We finally arrived at Hanakapi‘ai Beach, which is framed by two fern covered cliffs, with a sugary fingernail of sand easing itself into the crescent in between. Fed by Hanakapi‘ai Stream, the water near the beach can be rough; looking out at the vast, endless Pacific from this seemingly secret location, one is content to simply sit and stare. An hour long hike up the stream brings you to Hanakapi‘ai Falls. To float in its pool with your ears below the water and your eyes fixed straight up at the cascading water above is to achieve something close to nirvana; you can reach a place where the world seems to stop and you have no care to ever return.
Much later, back past Hanalei, the Princeville Shopping Center provides us with some gas for the car – we needed only $30 worth for the whole trip – and cheap nourishment from Foodland, the basis of most of our meals. For those wanting to momentarily leave the camping mentality behind, and not wanting to dine out of a can for the evening, you can splurge at Hanalei’s main street restaurant/bar called Kalypso, situated on the main drag. With an ice cold Pacifico and Kalypso’s renowned seafood chowder in hand, we sat on the raised lanai, which is the perfect perch from which to cooly watch the passing foot traffic and replay the splendor that comprised such a day. Wanting to swap one ocean view for another, we spent the second night on the water’s edge at Anini Beach Park, a spot recommended to us by a local – an absolute must for all. Facing directly north, the offshore barrier reef provides such ample protection from the invading winter swells that if one were to toss a stone into the still lagoon, you could almost hear the clouds shattering the mirror reflection of the sky above. As night falls, we start discussing which luminary presence is more splendid – the rhythmic single flash of the Kilauea Lighthouse in the east or the gaping Milky Way etched across the sky above; the dance of the campfire on the golden sand or the curious glow of the night fisher’s torch below.
The next day, having sufficiently sampled the bounty of the North Shore, we retraced our tracks back towards Lihue, with our sights set on locales further beyond. After a brief stop at the County Office to obtain a State Parks Camping Permit (again, five dollars), two roads diverged in a wood and we took the one, well, more travelled. In this case, it was the tree tunnel heading towards old Koloa town. Situated a few miles inland, Koloa provides a glimpse into the old plantation days of the island, watchfully keeping its distance from the encroaching resorts and condominiums of shore-lined Poipu just a few miles south. A roast beef sandwich and amber ale from Brennecke’s Beach Broiler in Poipu suffice nicely for lunch, and our muffler-less chariot (by this point labeled the Thunder Dragon) sputters further west towards the looming foothills of Waimea.
There exists some controversy as to whether or not Mark Twain professed Waimea Canyon to be the ‘Grand Canyon of the Pacific.’ Regardless, it is. Colors you failed to see before present themselves with such ferocity that they shatter the tranquility you had hoped to attain.
Wanting to steal a glance at every other outlook, we slowly make our way up to the end of Highway 550, to Pu‘u o Kila Lookout, stepping into the often seen postcard view that is Kalalau Valley from above. Much less crowded than the tour bus clogged Kalalau Lookout five minutes below, Pu‘u o Kila offers an unrivaled sunset pinnacle that no postcard could completely capture.
After spending the last two mornings waking to warm humidity and sweat beading on my brow, the feeling of hairs briskly standing on goosebumped skin is a welcome change of pace. Located just a notch below 4,000 feet elevation, the campground at Koke‘e leaves the unprepared questioning if they are in fact still in the Aloha State. Amongst the hovering morning clouds and blanketing dew, roosters, ensuring a prompt and hard to ignore wake up call, roam the vast green meadow, intermingling with the occasional nene. Being our last day before departing on a six a.m. flight back to Maui, we decide to wake early and tackle one of the numerous and more lengthy trails in the vicinity – the nine mile loop that connects the Nu‘ulolo Trail to the Nu‘ulolo Cliff and Awa‘awapuhi Trail. It’s highly recommended that the trails be hiked from this direction, as to do so in reverse would make for a hellaciously near vertical ascent. To hike the cliff trail is to do so at your own risk; segments of the trail can be washed out, with incredibly narrow passages leading across cliff faces that the non-suicidal would prefer not to falter on. The views that are awarded to the intrepid, however, are well worth what it takes to negotiate this sketchy section of the trail. If Columbus himself were to try to convince his crew, from this vantage point, that the world did not in fact drop into an endless abyss over the not-too-distant horizon, he would have been forced to sail for the New World with an incredibly vacant vessel. As mountain goats bleat on the cliffs below, we ascended up the forecasted switchbacks of the Awa‘awapuhi Trail back to the highway, our eventual conduit in the direction of home.
On our flight back I thought of that nice elderly couple. I wished for them the same simple holiday success that can be attained on an island with so many natural treasures to behold. In this age of first class flights, Presidential Suites, rental surcharges and included gratuities, it’s possible, with the aid of some simple hiking boots, a pair of sturdy board shorts and some nice comfy outdoor gear, to experience all that Kauai has to offer without ever having to “do the tourist thing and break the bank.”
Cold Water on ‘Global Warming’ Next week, skeptics will gather in Gotham to discuss the cold, hard facts.
By Thomas Sowell
It has almost become something of a joke when some “global warming” conference has to be cancelled because of a snowstorm or bitterly cold weather.
But stampedes and hysteria are no joke — and creating stampedes and hysteria has become a major activity of those hyping a global-warming “crisis.” They mobilize like-minded people from a variety of occupations, call them all “scientists” and then claim that “all” the experts agree on a global-warming crisis.
Their biggest argument is that there is no argument.
A whole cottage industry has sprung up among people who get grants, government agencies who get appropriations, politicians who get publicity, and the perpetually indignant who get something new to be indignant about. It gives teachers something to talk about in school instead of teaching.
Those who bother to check the facts often find that not all those who are called scientists are really scientists and not all of those who are scientists are specialists in climate. But who bothers to check facts these days?
A new and very different conference on global warming will be held in New York City, under the sponsorship of the Heartland Institute, on March 2nd to March 4th — weather permitting.
It is called an “International Conference on Climate Change” that will examine the question “Global Warming: Crisis or Scam?” Among those present will be professors of climatology, along with scientists in other fields and people from other professions.
They come from universities in England, Hungary, and Australia, as well as from the United States and Canada, and include among other dignitaries the former president of the Czech Republic, Václav Havel.
All told, there will be 98 speakers and 400 participants.
The theme of the conference is that “there is no scientific consensus on the causes or likely consequences of global warming.”
Many of the participants in this conference are people who have already expressed skepticism about either the prevailing explanations of current climate change or the dire predictions about future climate change.
This will be one of the rare opportunities for the media to hear the other side of the story — for those old-fashioned journalists who still believe that their job is to inform the public, rather than promote an agenda.
Several films will be featured at the conference — including The GreatGlobal Warming Swindle, a British television program that is now available on DVD in the United States. It is a devastating debunking of the current “global warming” hysteria.
Nobody denies that there is such a thing as a greenhouse effect. If there were not, the side of the planet facing away from the sun would be freezing every night.
There is not even a lot of controversy over temperature readings. What is fundamentally at issue are the explanations, implications, and extrapolations of these temperature readings.
The party line of those who say that we are heading for a global warming crisis of epic proportions is that human activities generating carbon dioxide are key factors responsible for the warming that has taken place in recent times.
The problem with this reasoning is that the temperatures rose first and then the carbon dioxide levels rose. Some scientists say that the warming created the increased carbon dioxide, rather than vice versa.
Many natural factors, including variations in the amount of heat put out by the sun, can cause the earth to heat or cool.
The bigger problem is that this has long since become a crusade rather than an exercise in evidence or logic. Too many people are too committed to risk it all on a roll of the dice, which is what turning to empirical evidence is.
Those who have a big stake in global-warming hysteria are unlikely to show up at the conference in New York, and unfortunately that includes much of the media.
I read the Power of Now by Echart Tolle and found that it totally helped with my focus on life as opposed to unneccessary static taking up precious space in my brain. I stumbled upon his new book, A New Earth, Awakening to your Life's Purpose the other day ...and then much to my surprise noticed that Oprah is having a webinar starting March 3 2008, every Monday evening for 10 weeks. Over 250,000 people have already signed up. This man has made such significant changes in my life with his first book, that I highly recommend that you read this one as well as The Power of Now. Here is the info on the webinar..incase you might be interested
"Why write another book?" a friend of mine commented when I told him I had just started writing A New Earth. "What else can you possibly say that you haven't said already in The Power of Now?"
I could see his point. Countless people from all over the globe had been writing in to tell me that reading The Power of Now had been a life-changing experience for them. So why was I writing another book?
The process began in the same way as it had with The Power of Now—a strong sense that there was a book that wanted to be written. It felt almost as if the book already existed in the unmanifested realm and wanted me to bring it into this world. Many times in my life, it has been my experience that the most powerful starting point for any endeavor is not the question, What do I want?, but What does Life (God, Consciousness) want from me? How do I serve the whole?
Already in the early stages of writing A New Earth, I realized that, although the same essential truth was being expressed (or rather pointed to) as in The Power of Now, this truth was being approached in a very different way. It was pointed to through narrative rather than dialogue, and although it was expressed powerfully, it was approached less forcefully, somewhat more gently. And the teaching had been evolving. Some of the new perspectives and helpful pointers that had spontaneously arisen in hundreds of talks and teaching sessions I had given all over the world during the seven years after The Power of Now was first published became incorporated into the new book. But there was also an added sense of urgency, a realization that what the planet and humanity need most is a shift in consciousness, a spiritual awakening. Without it, we perpetuate the insanity of the past (which we can see most clearly in the history of the 20th century) or, at best, we only treat the symptoms of the disease, not the underlying cause. The disease, of course, is the collective dysfunction of the egoic mind.
Although The Power of Now reached far more people than I ever thought possible, I realized, even as I was writing A New Earth, that the new book would make the teaching, without diluting it, accessible to an even wider audience, including the many people who perhaps would not have dreamt of reading a spiritual book but have within them an unrecognized longing for spiritual awakening. With Oprah's support and blessings, this wider audience is now being reached. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Oprah for her enormous contribution to the awakening of humanity and the arising of a new earth.
I invite you to join Oprah and myself in our weekly online sessions. We will be studying A New Earth, but not as an academic subject or in order to acquire new theories or beliefs. Our aim is to explore through the teachings of the book the most important question you can ask: What is the purpose of my life and how do I fulfill that purpose? It will be a course in self-exploration and awakening. It will help you see what the dysfunctional patterns are within yourself that create unnecessary conflict and suffering and prevent you from finding true fulfillment. Hopefully, it will also help you access a dimension within yourself that perhaps you didn't know existed or only caught glimpses of on rare occasions. Don't be trapped for the rest of your life within the narrow confines of your personal history and your conditioned personality and allow your life to be transformed from within, through the power of consciousness itself.
Please, Please, Please visit this site and see this moving video ..each hit on the site donates $ for research for autism.....one of my very closest friends has an autistic son and she sent me an email and I want to help out as much as possible by getting the word out to the world!! thank you so much, the link to the video is ..and be sure to have your speakers on the music is wonderful .. http://www.whatkindofworlddoyouwant.com/videos/view/id/408214
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'Brides Throwing Cats'
Instead of Flowers.It's
about how ppl photocopy
their cats and put them
in place of flowers; they
do NOT RECOMMEND anyone
actually does it. I
tried to make a comment
on it and ...
When I was in college, I
had several good friends.
One, named Bob, was 6'9
and he loved to go to
Audies to get beer and
drive back to the dorm,
where we lived on the
campus of Wright State
night at around midnight,
Bob knocked on...