- The author had a "Kundalini crisis" in 1995 where they felt disconnected from friends, family, and career and sought spiritual fulfillment.
- They decided to become a hermit and spent Holy Week at a hermitage called Mary the Queen located near volcanoes. There, they meditated, drew, and connected with the local community.
- Over the course of the week, the author had spiritual experiences like seeing a rare lenticular cloud and feeling their body transform. They felt at peace in the simple life at the hermitage.
- On Easter Sunday, a storm was brewing but the author had faith they would make it home as foretold in a dream, despite cancelled
He Brought His Bimbo Wh*re To MY HOUSE For Christmas...
And I Knew I'd End Up In Jail or the Grave... Unless I Did Something Drastic To Change My Life
Hi, my name is Angela Carter.
What I'm about to share with you is hands down the most humiliating moment of my life.
It was the first Christmas after my divorce.
And I can still feel the heat of my face blazing firetruck red.
How I felt frozen in my shame.
I had spent my entire life manifesting the perfect life for everyone else...
But completely ignored myself in the process.
I never felt like I had the time or energy - for ME.
Even though I'd actively participated in every moment of the creation of my life...
I just didn't see myself in it anymore.
He Brought His Bimbo Wh*re To MY HOUSE For Christmas...
And I Knew I'd End Up In Jail or the Grave... Unless I Did Something Drastic To Change My Life
Hi, my name is Angela Carter.
What I'm about to share with you is hands down the most humiliating moment of my life.
It was the first Christmas after my divorce.
And I can still feel the heat of my face blazing firetruck red.
How I felt frozen in my shame.
I had spent my entire life manifesting the perfect life for everyone else...
But completely ignored myself in the process.
I never felt like I had the time or energy - for ME.
Even though I'd actively participated in every moment of the creation of my life...
I just didn't see myself in it anymore.
The Wells Branch Community Library in Austin, TX, hosted a writing contest in November, 2009 (National Novel Writing Month). Here are the four winning compositions!
The Wells Branch Community Library in Austin, TX, hosted a writing contest in November, 2009 (National Novel Writing Month). Here are the four winning compositions!
This energy is what empowers us to live our best lives.nirahealhty
“YES!” I replied.
Anthony went on to tell me that in his own journey...
He discovered how to trigger an energy “switch” that was much faster and simpler than the ancient chakra teachings.
He told me about how he came across an ancient Tibetan prophecy called “The Tiger Prophecy.”
It was the 몭rst Christmas after my divorce.
And I can still feel the heat of my face blazing 몭retruck red.
How I felt frozen in my shame.
I had spent my entire life manifesting the perfect life for everyone else...
Literally stored IN my body.
But, as I'll share on this page, I discovered a strange but powerful "switch" that cleared away what was blocking my abundance...
And turned my life around so fast it made my head spin.
The journey was painful at the start... but once I discovered this switch, it rocked my world.
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I've never experienced such a deep connection with my "source".
And I never even knew I could feel so connected to financial abundance.
What I've since discovered is this simple switch...
And the unlimited abundance it triggers...
Is available to anyone.
The landmine that saved our village (revised)Aung Ko Ko
After the presentation, make a 250 words essay about the embedded lessons in this and you'll get a good conceptual skill exercise, for your executives if you want.
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Painting and Incarceration: Jie'Urs SanctumDulce Cuna
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VIVA EXCON 2014 ISLAND REPORT (LEYTE-SAMAR)Dulce Cuna
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Powerpoint Presentation of Paintings for the Paper: "Pigment Grief: Expressing Loss Thru Painting (The Haiyan Aftermath)" presented to the 31st Annual International Conference on Psychology and the Arts at the Universidad Complutense de Madrid, Spain, June 25-29, 2014
2 Peter 3: Because some scriptures are hard to understand and some will force them to say things God never intended, Peter warns us to take care.
https://youtu.be/nV4kGHFsEHw
Why is this So? ~ Do Seek to KNOW (English & Chinese).pptxOH TEIK BIN
A PowerPoint Presentation based on the Dhamma teaching of Kamma-Vipaka (Intentional Actions-Ripening Effects).
A Presentation for developing morality, concentration and wisdom and to spur us to practice the Dhamma diligently.
The texts are in English and Chinese.
A375 Example Taste the taste of the Lord, the taste of the Lord The taste of...franktsao4
It seems that current missionary work requires spending a lot of money, preparing a lot of materials, and traveling to far away places, so that it feels like missionary work. But what was the result they brought back? It's just a lot of photos of activities, fun eating, drinking and some playing games. And then we have to do the same thing next year, never ending. The church once mentioned that a certain missionary would go to the field where she used to work before the end of his life. It seemed that if she had not gone, no one would be willing to go. The reason why these missionary work is so difficult is that no one obeys God’s words, and the Bible is not the main content during missionary work, because in the eyes of those who do not obey God’s words, the Bible is just words and cannot be connected with life, so Reading out God's words is boring because it doesn't have any life experience, so it cannot be connected with human life. I will give a few examples in the hope that this situation can be changed. A375
Discover various methods for clearing negative entities from your space and spirit, including energy clearing techniques, spiritual rituals, and professional assistance. Gain practical knowledge on how to implement these techniques to restore peace and harmony. For more information visit here: https://www.reikihealingdistance.com/negative-entity-removal/
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Exploring the Mindfulness Understanding Its Benefits.pptxMartaLoveguard
Slide 1: Title: Exploring the Mindfulness: Understanding Its Benefits
Slide 2: Introduction to Mindfulness
Mindfulness, defined as the conscious, non-judgmental observation of the present moment, has deep roots in Buddhist meditation practice but has gained significant popularity in the Western world in recent years. In today's society, filled with distractions and constant stimuli, mindfulness offers a valuable tool for regaining inner peace and reconnecting with our true selves. By cultivating mindfulness, we can develop a heightened awareness of our thoughts, feelings, and surroundings, leading to a greater sense of clarity and presence in our daily lives.
Slide 3: Benefits of Mindfulness for Mental Well-being
Practicing mindfulness can help reduce stress and anxiety levels, improving overall quality of life.
Mindfulness increases awareness of our emotions and teaches us to manage them better, leading to improved mood.
Regular mindfulness practice can improve our ability to concentrate and focus our attention on the present moment.
Slide 4: Benefits of Mindfulness for Physical Health
Research has shown that practicing mindfulness can contribute to lowering blood pressure, which is beneficial for heart health.
Regular meditation and mindfulness practice can strengthen the immune system, aiding the body in fighting infections.
Mindfulness may help reduce the risk of chronic diseases such as type 2 diabetes and obesity by reducing stress and improving overall lifestyle habits.
Slide 5: Impact of Mindfulness on Relationships
Mindfulness can help us better understand others and improve communication, leading to healthier relationships.
By focusing on the present moment and being fully attentive, mindfulness helps build stronger and more authentic connections with others.
Mindfulness teaches us how to be present for others in difficult times, leading to increased compassion and understanding.
Slide 6: Mindfulness Techniques and Practices
Focusing on the breath and mindful breathing can be a simple way to enter a state of mindfulness.
Body scan meditation involves focusing on different parts of the body, paying attention to any sensations and feelings.
Practicing mindful walking and eating involves consciously focusing on each step or bite, with full attention to sensory experiences.
Slide 7: Incorporating Mindfulness into Daily Life
You can practice mindfulness in everyday activities such as washing dishes or taking a walk in the park.
Adding mindfulness practice to daily routines can help increase awareness and presence.
Mindfulness helps us become more aware of our needs and better manage our time, leading to balance and harmony in life.
Slide 8: Summary: Embracing Mindfulness for Full Living
Mindfulness can bring numerous benefits for physical and mental health.
Regular mindfulness practice can help achieve a fuller and more satisfying life.
Mindfulness has the power to change our perspective and way of perceiving the world, leading to deeper se
The Hope of Salvation - Jude 1:24-25 - MessageCole Hartman
Jude gives us hope at the end of a dark letter. In a dark world like today, we need the light of Christ to shine brighter and brighter. Jude shows us where to fix our focus so we can be filled with God's goodness and glory. Join us to explore this incredible passage.
1. AN ENLIGHTENING EXPERIENCE (Third Eye Awakening)
by Dulz Cuna
The Hermit: “In the Spirit of Shakamuni” 0il, 1995 by Dulz Cuna
Back in 1995, I had some sort of "Kundalini Crisis". Everything was going awry, my marriage was touch-
and-go, my career was on "what-ifs", my family was on "hey-we-had-barbeque-in-the-lawn-where-
were-you" and my friends were on "you're-sure-this-is-doing-you-good" trips that sent me to a surreal
limbo. I had bad dreams, slept irregularly, grew fat in the wrong places, smoked heavily inspite of my
early morning asthma and I moped...moped...all my life thru...And suddenly, out of the blue, I told all of
them: I want to be a Hermit.
Maybe it was some kind of soulsearch, or mid-life crises (it was too early for that!), or just doom &
gloom bipolars, and I deduced that I wanted OUT of here for awhile...I was toying on the idea, what if I
could DIE if I liked, as if Death were some kind of vacation Spa and come back renewed to this same
bitchy Life and really be in control this time with things. I started meditating heavily, doing yoga
exercises but I always was cut short with a "Hey Mom! Wattya doing inside! I need to use the
bathroom" or "Hey Mom! Telephone..." or "Hey Woman! I need you to darn my trousers.., have you
seen that f***kin' light bill?" and so on and so forth. Thus, I tried to look in every moments and idylls if
this was indeed,..Life.
They've been talking about the Hermitage somewhere on the hills of Kananga, Mary the Queen was its
name and suddenly my spirit longed to be there. So with a borrowed camping gear, a few canned
victuals, a forsaken kerosene lamp, some sleeping clothes, my sketchpad and pastels, a walkman and
tapes and my humanity in my pores, I ventured to the Hills.
The Hermitage was situated on the foothills of the geothermal mountains of Mahawan, Lim-aw and
Tongonan, near the Tubud river and beside a acre of pineapple. It was Holy Week and 14 wooden
2. crosses were dug into the dirt road leading to the monastery. I begged and pleaded to Sister Mary John
that I'd be fine pitching my tent near the deep well in the garden when she insisted of giving me the
receiving room as quarters.
"There are snakes abound," she said, "they might slither inside your tent."
"They may be there Sister, but they are Unreal.." I said. To that she smiled knowingly and allowed me
my 1st day at the Hermitage.
My tent ready, and dusk slowly falling, I made my appearance first to the Priest living with the Hermits
(whom I did not see but only their whispers behind the walls). Fr. Villacorte was a kind priest who
listened intently to my mind meanderings, whether this venture of mine was a Search or not..He did not
give any comment but invited me to a service in the little chapel that evening, where the mountain folk
would gather for Holy Wednesday prayers...
That night, I struggled with my lamp, I fumbled in the dark for the wick which was buried deep into the
can of kerosene...There was no electricity in the Hermitage compound, only candles and lamps..It was
Holy Week, they shut off the indulgence of a generator and went to the simple life again...About to be
exasperated, I heard that Voice:
"Be ready with your Lamp...always be Ready!" In that I tried to peer in the dark, calling out Fr.
Villacorte's name..
Finally, I had it lit and joined the handful of simple mountain folk carrying votive candles in the chapel.
After the services, in the rectory, I asked the good priest if he was the one who called me to be ready
with my Lamp. He said no, but that was a phrase from the Parable of the Ten Virgins and their Lamps in
the Bible. Something I never thought about at that moment!
Early Holy Thursday morning I found a pot of eucalyptus tea, a slice of pineapple and a piece of bread
beside my tent. The Hermits wanted me to join them in their simple breakfast. I started the day greeting
the sun with my breathing exercises and I planned to go for a walk...It looked like a walk but I know I
never left my tent, but I also suddenly knew what was beyond the pineapple fields...Then at last...I went
into my the world of Silent Music...the world Inside...
The afternoon was spent sketching and drawing and talking to the mountain children who gathered
around my tent. I let them sit for me and showed them the rudiments of drawing eyes, ears, nose and
mouths. I gave them sketches to bring home to their shanties...I've never felt sooo good....
I listened to Jim Chapelle's music in my walkman, His album jacket "Dusk" had a beautiful picture of a
lenticular cloud over the Arizona dessert. I wondered whether we could have clouds like this in the
Philippines. I showed the picture to Father V and he said we might have clouds like that if only we knew
what to see..The afternoon was now falling pastel and some shades were about to show, the mountains
were turning sfumato and some purple nightwings flitted in the tangerine sky...and then I SAW IT....A
lenticular cloud, very much similar to the one in Jim Chapelle's album...in the sky...
There was a mad rush in my body...as if I was changing, metamorphing into something
Unreal...something intangible...As if my body was a city of gears churning in rhythm, a world beneath
my skin...something Alive in me was Inside me...
That night the wind howled over the mountains. Strange shadows came over my tent, thumps came into
the ground as if I was in the middle of a stampede as I cowered in my blankets, the lone kerosene lamp
3. sputtered as if holy water was sprinkled over it. I saw to it the zippers of my Coleman tent were fastened
well...for awhile I thought I was Dorothy of the Wizard of Oz story being flung into a core of the
tornado...I fell into a deep sleep..and dreamed..of St. Paul falling down from his horse and seeing a
bright cross in Heaven...his Conversion.
Good Friday woke me up to the clanging of the chapel bell..just a faint toll...and when I looked outside
from my tent, down the road. I saw the crosses, now festooned with flowers--suntan, kalachuchi,
yellowbells...and beside the first cross near the gate was a Horse! The horse in my dream! A man came
out with Father V, straddled the horse and galloped away. "That was Pabling, he brings the groceries."
said Father. "Pabling" was a diminutive for "Pablo". Pablo in English is Paul...
My Good Friday was spent so still, I fasted...I did not know how long I sat under the Dapdap tree..But I
felt conscious as dusk fell in and the fog surrounded the hermitage..Only the lone chapel candle was
burning..everything was shrouded in purple cloth, the buildings in fog...even me...The whispered prayers
of the Hermits were substituted by the trill of the crickets..the croak of the marsh frogs and the trickle of
the water wheel near the well...This silence, once again, was my music...
There were about six cars parked near the gate of the Monastery compound that Holy Saturday. Some
pilgrims, I deduced...Or relatives of the Hermits. They could only see their hands, but never their faces in
the receiving room.
I felt hot. I haven't changed my pajamas since Wednesday, and have not taken a bath...No, it was not
self-imposed Ascetiscm..I just had no time for bodily ministrations...Or my mundane body clockwork
stopped.
I even didn't feel bedraggled when Father V introduced me to the visitors. I only felt that they looked at
me in awe. I saw a lady with a forlorn face and said "Don't worry, he'll be coming home...I think next
month." There. I just said it. And she broke into tears. I threw a questioning glance at Father who said
her husband, who was a seaman, fell sick in some country and had to remain there. She just had word
that he was well again, she came to the Hermitage for thanksgiving and she believes that what I've told
her added more relief and thanks...Honestly, those words just blurted out of my mouth when I saw her
forlorn face, I never knew her story..
That night, skyclad (nude), before midnight, under the cover of the bushes near the well and the wind
wild, whirring weird, I took a bath...
Easter Sunday Eve at Mary the Queen was unforgettable.The mountain folk came all dressed in white
cotton frocks, the men in white shirts and pants..They carried baskets of flowers and fruits to the
chapel. They carried with them long tapering white candles tied up in ribbons and lit them singing songs
I've never heard before. Beautiful songs of mountains, rivers, valleys and of the Mother Mary...I
enjoined. We went on a hop, skip parade around the garden singing a song about Mary not to be
sorrowful anymore..so beautiful, yet so haunting...We then gathered inside the pewless chapel where
the Easter Mass was held, and once more the choir of Hermits sang...
Late that night I dreamt that I rode the local commuter JD Bus going home for Easter...I then decided it
was time to go back..
4. Easter Sunday morning found darkening clouds. A storm was brewing.Yet the whole compound was in a
festive mood. The mountain folk had visitors from the town, some Evangelists. Food came pouring in the
parlor sent by well-wishers and those who believed on the powerful prayers of the Hermits, Sister Mary
John distributed the baskets of colored eggs and candies to the mountain children. I took part in
introducing the games and managing the treasure hunt..but all the time I kept glancing to the sky where
the storm clouds gathered and wondered if I could make it back home.
"All bus lines are cancelled, so are the boats and ferries at Ormoc. No JD buses operating." said an
Evangelist. There goes my Easter plans to be with my family. But no, the dream told me I WOULD RIDE A
JD BUS GOING HOME THAT EASTER. That faith was within me all day as I mingled with these people of
the mountains...Different from those I know way back home, simple, uncomplicated and not paranoid of
storm clouds.
At Noon, the winds were howling like wolves outside. But everybody was full with food and music for
somebody brought in a guitar. Father V announced that another roast pig arrived compliments of Mr.
Jesus "Jess" Doyon...and the man is waiting in his Pathfinder truck outside for "Somebody" who needs a
ride home to Tacloban.
I gasped. That's gotta be ME! I just couldn't believe my ears and how things fell into place. "By the way,
Father." I asked the smiling priest. "Who is this Jess Doyon?".."Well, my dear, he's the owner of JD
Buslines..." said Father Villacorte, knowingly...
I winked at the Heavens. Miraculously...as I was riding kind Mr Doyon's Pathfinder...the storm clouds
abated...