The Secret in DNA
The Gnosis of Your Heart
DNA/Heart Connection
Wormholes and Apples
Zero Point Field
Oneness Includes Separation
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Totally Awesome Movie - Must See - You Can Heal Your Life
You Can Heal Your Life will show you how to practice the principles of self-worth and self-esteem taught by Louise L. Hay. Listen as Louise teaches you how to transform negative beliefs and thoughts into positive, loving ones
You Can Heal Your Life 1
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You Can Heal Your Life 11
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
3 Great Videos for Law of Attraction
Part 1 of 3 - Abraham Gives a Bag of Tricks!
Part 2 of 3 - Abraham Gives a Bag of Tricks!
Part 3 of 3 - Abraham Gives a Bag of Tricks!
Part 2 of 3 - Abraham Gives a Bag of Tricks!
Part 3 of 3 - Abraham Gives a Bag of Tricks!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
An Old Story but a Good One. Happy Holidays Everyone
The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't
been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just
another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a
reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had
been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about
when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his
customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up.
"Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see
you're busy, I'll just go."
"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the
stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it
myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse
me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53
Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.. The driver was panicked.
"Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent.
"My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood.
It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind
George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys
to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the
building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to
where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She
ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off
into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I
gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has
brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the
man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee
cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George
thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It
cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the
truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to
do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't
cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I
can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took
the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and
he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and
beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from
the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had
received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention.
"Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had
been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those
and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix
anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used
for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and
gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you
an ambulance."
The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there
talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had
gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the
officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still
in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the
Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to
check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right
through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think
with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.
"None for me," said the officer..
"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no
donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a
gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His
hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything
like this before.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the
cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too.
Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said
to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If
you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now
put that pea shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man,
reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man
released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm
not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my
wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car
got repossessed last week."
George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze
now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the
best we can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across
from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young
man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us
human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and
get warm and we'll sort this thing out."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I
shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an
ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns
drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?"
the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just
dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.
"Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young
man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and
thanks for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to
solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out
a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't
think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever
saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to
you."
"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my
memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck
appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to
sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the
old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that
too," George said. "Now git home to your family."
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here
in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."
"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd
you come from? I thought you left?"
"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You
say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the
bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine
tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same
by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate
the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I
was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will
become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being
killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you
a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the
season and you keep it as good as any man."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you
know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And
when your days are done you will be with Martha again."
The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I
have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration
planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the
stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to
fill the room.
"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus"
This story is better than any greeting card.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!
Now clear the lump from your throat, blow your nose, and send this
along to a friend of yours or someone who may need a reminder as to
why we celebrate Christmas.
been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just
another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a
reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had
been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about
when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his
customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up.
"Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see
you're busy, I'll just go."
"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the
stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it
myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse
me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53
Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.. The driver was panicked.
"Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent.
"My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood.
It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind
George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys
to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the
building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to
where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She
ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off
into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I
gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has
brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the
man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee
cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George
thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It
cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the
truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to
do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't
cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I
can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took
the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and
he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and
beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from
the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had
received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention.
"Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had
been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those
and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix
anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used
for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and
gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you
an ambulance."
The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there
talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had
gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the
officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still
in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the
Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to
check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right
through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think
with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.
"None for me," said the officer..
"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no
donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a
gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His
hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything
like this before.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the
cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too.
Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said
to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If
you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now
put that pea shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man,
reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man
released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm
not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my
wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car
got repossessed last week."
George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze
now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the
best we can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across
from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young
man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us
human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and
get warm and we'll sort this thing out."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I
shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an
ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns
drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?"
the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just
dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.
"Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young
man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and
thanks for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to
solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out
a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't
think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever
saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to
you."
"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my
memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck
appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to
sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the
old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that
too," George said. "Now git home to your family."
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here
in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."
"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd
you come from? I thought you left?"
"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You
say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the
bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine
tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same
by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate
the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I
was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will
become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being
killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you
a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the
season and you keep it as good as any man."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you
know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And
when your days are done you will be with Martha again."
The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I
have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration
planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the
stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to
fill the room.
"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus"
This story is better than any greeting card.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!
Now clear the lump from your throat, blow your nose, and send this
along to a friend of yours or someone who may need a reminder as to
why we celebrate Christmas.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Energy Efficient Light Bulbs Good for us?
Louise Cardow Posted a video on her Facebook wall today Called: Energy Efficient Light Bulbs Are Killing Us, You can watch the video below. After Watching the video, I thought I would do a test to see what our EMF meter would read next to the light bulb in the video. My Husband and I both have that type of light bulb in lamps above/next to our computers. To my surprise the EMF meter pegged all the way over.
I shut off the light bulb and it read normal!
We replaced the light bulb with a Regular Light bulb and it also was normal.
See pictures Below Video
Energy Efficient Light Bulb
Light shut off:
Regular light bulb
Needless to say, I think I will be shopping for the recommended bulb that was in the video Soon!
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Some more Great Songs
Some More Great Songs
All By MySelf by Eric Carmen
Mr. Mister - Broken Wings
Ambrosia - How Much I Feel ('78)
All By MySelf by Eric Carmen
Mr. Mister - Broken Wings
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Listening to some Great Music ;)
Listening to some Great Music ;)
Midnight Special-Steve Miller Band "Fly Like An Eagle"
Styx - Babe - Live Performance 1979
Double Vision - Foreigner
Love listening to Music of the 70's ;)
Toto - Hold The Line
Midnight Special-Steve Miller Band "Fly Like An Eagle"
Styx - Babe - Live Performance 1979
Double Vision - Foreigner
Love listening to Music of the 70's ;)
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Nice Music for Night time ;)
Saturday, November 26, 2011
8 Must Watch Videos about Healing
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 1 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 2 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don’t Heal 3 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don’t Heal 4 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don’t Heal 5 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 6 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 7 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 8 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 2 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don’t Heal 3 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don’t Heal 4 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don’t Heal 5 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 6 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 7 of 8
Caroline Myss, Why People Don't Heal 8 of 8
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Some Funny Oldie Songs -Flash Back from the Past
Napoleon XIV: 'They're coming to take me away'
I thought they stop selling this song and stopped playing it on the radio, so I was surprised to see it on YouTube.
Chuck Berry - My Ding-A-Ling (1972)
Allan Sherman - Camp Granada
Rubber Ducky
Milton singing "The Man Song" by Sean Morey
Sheb Wooley - Purple People Eater (1958)
Jimmy Castor Bunch - Troglodyte (Cave Man)
Ray Stevens - The Streak
The Little Blue Man by Betty Johnson
Elmo & Patsy - Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer
More Coming Soon ;)
I thought they stop selling this song and stopped playing it on the radio, so I was surprised to see it on YouTube.
Chuck Berry - My Ding-A-Ling (1972)
Allan Sherman - Camp Granada
Rubber Ducky
Milton singing "The Man Song" by Sean Morey
Sheb Wooley - Purple People Eater (1958)
Jimmy Castor Bunch - Troglodyte (Cave Man)
Ray Stevens - The Streak
The Little Blue Man by Betty Johnson
Elmo & Patsy - Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer
More Coming Soon ;)
Friday, November 18, 2011
Just my notes from EA
Keeping some notes from EA to study:
You have earned 249.88 Eaves
for your daily activity on Empire
Avenue and you earned 17136.81 Eaves
as investment earnings from those you have invested in!
created: 1 day ago
You have earned 228.38 Eaves for your daily activity on Empire Avenue and you earned 16937.41 Eaves as investment earnings from those you have invested in!
created: 16 hours ago
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Share Price:92.41e
Yesterday's Volume:792
Total Shares Available:65000
Shares Outstanding:63940 (98.37%)
Shares Owned:15383
Avg. Dividend Paid Out:0.92e /share
Last Dividend Paid Out:0.94e /share
Shareholders:345 (+10)
Portfolio:272 (+10)
Recommended:46 (+0)
Past 7 days:89.66e - 92.41e (+2.74)
Previous Week:87.83e - 89.66e (+1.83)
Buying History
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(last week: 51 people, 3,844 shares)
1 people sold 25 shares.
(last week: 4 people, 157 shares)
13 people bought shares in you who did not own any before this week.
(last week, 20 people)
You Joined: 3 months ago
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Share Price
92.41e (+0.451)
Net Wealth
2,652,989.08e
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My Total Shares:
65000
My Shares Outstanding:
63940 (98.369%)
Yesterday's Range:
91.733 - 91.955
Dividends (weekly avg.)
58,485 /day 0.92 /share
My Portfolio Count:
275
My Portfolio Value:
2,041,468.48
Network Activity
188 Empire Avenue Actions this week (12 today)
117 Facebook Posts, 84 Comments, 463 Likes this week (21 posts today)(About Privacy)
33 Facebook Page Posts, 1 Comments, 97 Likes this week (6 posts today)
157 Tweets posted this week (8 today)
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Will be making a few videos of some things I figured out on the game.
And to do videos on how to do a few things at Empire.
We will see how things look in a few days.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
12 Most Comforting Soups |
12 Most Comforting Soups |
Bookmarking this so I can check out the recipe
Now that winter is approaching it is time to start making some good soups!
Bookmarking this so I can check out the recipe
Now that winter is approaching it is time to start making some good soups!
Some More Old Songs I used to listen to
Some More Old Songs I used to listen to
Gary Puckett - Lady Willpower
B.J. Thomas - Hooked on a Feeling
I Just Can't Help Believing - B.J. Thomas
Debby Boone You light up my life
Helen Reddy - 'I Am Woman' (Live) 1975
CAROLE KING (Live) - I Feel The Earth Move
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? - C.King
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