<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925</id><updated>2011-11-08T18:41:24.451Z</updated><category term='Spiritual Humour'/><category term='Moral of the story'/><title type='text'>Free To Be</title><subtitle type='html'>Our journey of discovery, of experience, of being...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just Us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12556703987798173908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://simonc.f2o.org/south/images/windy_whatsup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-8949358894199868312</id><published>2008-03-06T09:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:21:32.159Z</updated><title type='text'>Too much thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Have you ever been confronted by your own thoughts when they are travelling at absurd speed?  This past Friday evening, running late for a talk, I was walking really fast and thinking really fast about everything that had happened during the week.  And lots happened, both good and not so good, depending on how one sees it.  In any case, this tsunami of thoughts was flooding my mind at incredible speed - and my steps were going in the same pace, as I was almost running through Covent Garden to arrive on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped into the hall, where people were seated immersed in a completely different atmosphere, it felt as if my thoughts had collided with a wall of quietness.  Everyone was chilled out, in a good mood, and quite relaxed.  More importantly, there was a "silent space" around, which highlighted to me the speed of my thinking.  And, just as a giant wave eventually calms down, this silence started to ease my thinking, until my mind was finally almost still.  They were meditating.  And that meditation was like medication for my mind - suddenly there it was: my week, my many thoughts, now dissolved like a small spray absorbed by the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-8949358894199868312?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8949358894199868312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=8949358894199868312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8949358894199868312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8949358894199868312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-thinking.html' title='Too much thinking?'/><author><name>BOL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538576991198152726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-5171700186798933220</id><published>2008-03-01T22:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:39:18.451Z</updated><title type='text'>love in action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R8nap5Ky8VI/AAAAAAAAABA/6JC1oVnRhos/s1600-h/walking+heart+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172906060267319634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R8nap5Ky8VI/AAAAAAAAABA/6JC1oVnRhos/s320/walking+heart+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It’s so special to see love in action.  I love to witness the moments when people show their greatness in everyday life.  I live in London, and the other day I was on the bus in the morning going to my meditation class.  It was a cold morning in February, and an old man went to get on the bus, his bus pass didn’t work properly (it lets out an odd bleeping sound – which means you don’t have any money on the pass, it was bleeping and everyone could hear it).  The bus driver tried to tell the old man that was hard of hearing that his pass didn’t work, the old man didn’t really get it but he knew something was wrong and so innocently and quietly went to get off the bus.  My heart went out to the old man at that moment, seeing his frailty and vulnerability. The bus driver called him back, and said, it’s OK Come, come.  It was only 6.20 in the morning and I’d already seen love and greatness in action.  As I got off the bus, the friend that I was travelling with also noticed it and commented on the bus driver and his ability to discriminate, how he was so clear at that moment what was the right.  It could sound a minor thing, but the reality is actions like this stand out like pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-5171700186798933220?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5171700186798933220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=5171700186798933220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5171700186798933220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5171700186798933220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-in-action.html' title='love in action'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R8nap5Ky8VI/AAAAAAAAABA/6JC1oVnRhos/s72-c/walking+heart+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-9086440468198188825</id><published>2008-02-29T13:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:48:55.105Z</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>I was recently on a retreat and in one of the classes the person spoke about how we each have our own stories inside our own minds – he took up this idea of holding different images in our mind which stop us from experiencing newness in a situation or interaction. He went onto say that when we speak to each other we are infact only telling each other our own stories and those stories are simply the things we’re attached to…whether it’s our ideas, what someone else should be doing, what we would like to do or what we have done. He ended saying that there might come a point when our stories will come to a closure and we won’t have any more stories to tell each other but there will only be silence – but a quality of silence that is filled with newness and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has got me thinking as we all like to tell stories☺ I have some wonderful stories☺ but where do they take me…and you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of telling these kind of ‘stories’ will enable me to be humble…just yesterday I heard that if you want to practice humility…speak less and let someone else be in the limelight…when speaking to another practice these two words ‘you’re right’…it’s a bit like just saying ‘yes’ instead of coming into unnecessary debate or disagreeing with the person before they’ve even started to explain. Which links into something else that I’ve been thinking about…if you want to serve at a time of need then put your opinions about others/a situation to one side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-9086440468198188825?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9086440468198188825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=9086440468198188825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/9086440468198188825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/9086440468198188825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-8181669104770141411</id><published>2008-02-27T13:04:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:47:33.336Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moral of the story'/><title type='text'>Moral of the story 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5.35pt 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:SimSun;"  lang="ZH-CN"&gt;故事：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;有一个人，经常与邻居发生争执，彼此之间嫌恶。有一天，这个人的牛丢失了，于是便怀疑是邻居偷了。他左想右想，越看邻居越像是偷牛的人。过了几天，牛居然自己跑回来了。于是他再看那位邻居，样子好像又不是偷牛的人了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:SimSun;"  lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two neighbours who constantly fight and argue and this created negative feelings for one another. One day, one of the neighbour lost his cow. He instantly cast his suspicion on his neighbour whom he fought a lot. He pondered over this and the more he observed his neighbour, the more he saw the neighbour as a 'cow-thief'. A few days later, unexpectedly his cow returned home to him. After this incident, whenever he observed his neighbour, he begun to see his neighbour less of a 'cow-thief'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5.35pt 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:SimSun;"  lang="ZH-CN"&gt;寓意：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;你也许从来没有丢失过牛，更没有偷过牛，但是，这个故事却告诉你两件非常重要的事：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;第一，作为人，绝对不能心有成见。当你假设一个人会偷牛，越看他就越像偷牛的人，直到有一天牛回来了，他的嫌疑才会被洗清。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;第二，不幸的是，在我们的一生中，常常会被人冤枉成为偷牛的人，但牛又永远不会自己回来，所有，就有可能一辈子会被人视为偷牛贼。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;因此，每个人对自己都要有信心。如果你不是偷牛贼，即使别人硬说你是偷牛的，也不应该影响自己对整个世界的认识。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5.35pt 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably never lost or stolen a cow before. However, this story is to remind us of two things in life i.e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never pass judgement about people. We see what we want to believe. If we want to see someone as a 'cow-thief', unless the cow return, we'll always see them as a 'cow-thief'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During our lifespan, there might be times when we ourselves are judged as the 'cow-thief' by others and the cow might never return to prove our innocence. Therefore, develop such faith and trust in ourselves that as long as I didn't steal the cow, even if someone falsely accused me of stealing the cow, I'm not going to change my stand (i.e. principle/value). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-8181669104770141411?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8181669104770141411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=8181669104770141411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8181669104770141411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8181669104770141411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/02/moral-of-story-1.html' title='Moral of the story 1'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-9191367695145431930</id><published>2008-02-20T22:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:10:34.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Every little counts...</title><content type='html'>A friend whom I briefly met at university 10 years ago was in contact last month. We lost contact after his return to his home country. Both him and his wife have been tracking me down for a while. We weren't exactly close during our uni days but we hung out because we had mutual group of friends and one of my friends were his then-girlfriend-now-wife. So, it was one of those friendship which could have easily fizzled out with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we met up last month for a cup of coffee and tried to compress our life story of the past 10 years in an hour. He shared news of his wife and his cute little son. During our conversation, he asked me whether I knew why he still remembered me after such a long time and I answered no. He went on to explain that I was the only one who called him and his wife when they left the UK for his home country and that left an impression on him. Funny thing is, on my side I had no recollection of this - I don't remember no phone calls or bidding them farewell before they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thinking about this later on, I was amazed how something so small left such impact on him. So, our every little gesture - no matter how small they are will always leave an imprint in people's heart. One sincere act or thought goes a long way - it might even change the course of someone's life forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-9191367695145431930?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9191367695145431930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=9191367695145431930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/9191367695145431930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/9191367695145431930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/everything-little-counts.html' title='Every little counts...'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-3470926820415170554</id><published>2008-01-17T12:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:00:54.974Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey ME, talk to ME!</title><content type='html'>I heard this meditation experience from someone a while ago and it really struck me. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;' I made a mistake and my conscience was really going for it, biting me hard! So  I spoke to someone whose advice I trust and after listening to her take on the event I was clear in my head and I could completely forgive myself. But oh boy, the next day I heard this critical voice in my head and I started to feel guillty again. Hang on a minute I said, I was feeling okay, where is this voice coming from?&lt;br /&gt;So in meditation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said: Hey voice, can you personify yourself so that I can dialogue with you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An image appeared in my mind's eye. An image with a pointing finger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked: Why do you exist? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It replied: To point the finger at you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said: Why? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It said: Because you make mistakes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Why do I make mistakes? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It: Because you don't trust yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Why? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It: Because you are not in your truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow! I said, what a useful piece of information on the journey of knowing myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Who else would be able to give you such a clear info about yourself? Nobody but your own self. I rarely do this &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'talking to myself' &lt;/span&gt;business but I tried this and it is quite powerful. Suddenly you have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a feeling of care and love for yourself 'from yourself '&lt;/span&gt;- a source which you can let the taps open as long as you want. All is in your hands. No need to rely on anyone! I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-3470926820415170554?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3470926820415170554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=3470926820415170554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3470926820415170554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3470926820415170554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-me-talk-to-me.html' title='Hey ME, talk to ME!'/><author><name>Funky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481932566015907654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-122031272981803557</id><published>2008-01-16T16:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:38:12.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Angel quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are a few angel quotes I've enjoyed... Hope you'll enjoy it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on?&lt;/span&gt;  ~Tom Waits, "Mr Siegal," &lt;i&gt;Heartattack and Vine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anyone can be an angel.  &lt;/span&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A baby is an angel whose wings decrease as his legs increase.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you can't hear the angels, try quieting the static of worry.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Valentine Sterling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels are messengers, but sometimes we misunderstand their language.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Linda Solegato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You'll meet more angels on a winding path than on a straight one.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Daisey Verlaef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Mae West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If a man is not rising upwards to be an angel, depend upon it, he is sinking downwards to be a devil.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we were all like angels, the world would be a heavenly place.  &lt;/span&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular.&lt;/span&gt;  ~George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Jean Cocteau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.&lt;/span&gt;  ~John Keats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never drive faster than your angel can fly. &lt;/span&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-122031272981803557?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/122031272981803557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=122031272981803557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/122031272981803557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/122031272981803557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/angel-quotes.html' title='Angel quotes'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-8192843288477882719</id><published>2008-01-07T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:56:59.971Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #30</title><content type='html'>A clergyman was walking down the street when he came upon a group of about a dozen boys, all of them between 10 and 12 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group surrounded a dog. Concerned lest the boys were hurting the dog, he went over and asked "What are you doing with that dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys replied, "This dog is just an old neighborhood stray. We all want him, but only one of us can take him home. So we've decided that whichever one of us can tell the biggest lie will get to keep the dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the reverend was taken aback. "You boys shouldn't be having a contest telling lies!" he exclaimed. He then launched into a ten minute sermon &lt;a id="KonaLink5" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/spiritual_jokes_and_spiritual_humour#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:11;color:#000e00;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:11;color:#000e00;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;against lying, beginning, "Don't you boys know it's a sin to lie," and ending with, "Why, when I was your age, I never told a lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was dead silence for about a minute. Just as the reverend was beginning to think he'd gotten through to them, the smallest boy gave a deep sigh and said, "All right, give him the dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-8192843288477882719?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8192843288477882719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=8192843288477882719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8192843288477882719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8192843288477882719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-spiritual-joke-30.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #30'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-4868739239605481950</id><published>2008-01-07T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:55:06.569Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #29</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Challenging Golf Game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses pulled up to the tee and drove a long one. The ball landed in the fairway, but kept rolling directly toward a water hazard. Moses quickly raised his club, the water parted and the ball rolled to the other side, safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Jesus strolled up to the tee and hit a nice long drive directly toward the same water hazard. It landed right in the center of the pond and kind of hovered over the water.&lt;a id="KonaLink3" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/spiritual_jokes_and_spiritual_humour#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(0, 14, 0);font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(0, 14, 0);font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jesus casually walked out on the pond and chipped the ball back onto the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy got up and sort of randomly whacked the ball. It headed out over the fence and into oncoming traffic on a nearby street. It bounced off a truck and veered toward a nearby tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, the ball bounced onto the roof of a shack close by and rolled down into the gutter, down the drainspout, out onto the fairway and straight toward the aforementioned pond. On the way to the pond, the ball hit a little stone and bounced out over the water onto a lily pad, where it rested quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a very large bullfrog jumped up on the lily pad and snatched the ball into his mouth. Just then, an eagle swooped down and grabbed the frog and flew away. As they passed over the green, the frog screamed with fright and dropped the ball, which bounced right into the cup for a hole in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses turned to Jesus and said, "I hate playing with your Dad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-4868739239605481950?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4868739239605481950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=4868739239605481950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/4868739239605481950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/4868739239605481950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/monday-spiritual-joke-29.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #29'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-3137593265499471973</id><published>2008-01-03T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:17:33.143Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions vs The Hoodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R30b7YObcYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g8z2-NuWSxs/s1600-h/new+year+fireworks.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151304255710916994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R30b7YObcYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g8z2-NuWSxs/s320/new+year+fireworks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back to work after being on a little retreat. A retreat for a meditator is the best holiday you can give them, it was an opportunity to go deeper into the self and to emerge more positivity, to see what's really in there and to enjoy the beauty, but you can't stay on a retreat that's not real life. It's full of power to really get those positive inner cycles spinning, get the determination in place because...... when we get back to work guess what happens, we go into an atmosphere that empowers negativity ("The Hoodies", worries, attachments, desires all of that stuff that is just buzzing in the atmosphere its as if it's magnetic and pulls you, especially if you have been a regular contributor as it's all lined up with your energy, ready to pull you back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK so New Years Resolutions lets get them up here, the Hoodies aint gonna beat me, are they gonna beat you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To take more "delight" in my attitude and my own awareness of my chosen state of being - happy, peaceful and loveful in relationship in my mind with what is a sticky word for some G-O-D, so I'll call him "my abundant companion the source of peace love and happiness" (so my mind stays absorbed in being happy and enthused all the time instead of happy and enthused about what's going on externally and all the ego of it, because when the chips are down, I'll go down! And to be honest I find it can be a bit too repetitive dull and boring without an injection of real happiness. This is when I feel at my best and it in that allows my mind to stay free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To stop getting caught up in stuff I don't need to as it's a waste of energy and pulls me away from the energy I want to be with (that controlling things outside - it's all part of that). This is a big project just to recognise the stuff (like a whole bunch of additictions) then I need to keep applying a full stop in my mind and stepping back with a firm "No, that's the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To really, really go for creating and linking in with only positive thoughts - realisations to deepen are that I have everything inside me, so don't have to worry about anything. Then to get sewing and reaping, sewing and reaping to smooth over those negative cycles of worry, concern, subtle tension about stuff - it's only a habit! A fear of loosing, I have nothing to loose so my challenge this year is to apply that full stop to it so I can remain free from the Hoodies!&lt;br /&gt;Choose do everything with love, because that's when I feel at my best&lt;br /&gt;Choose to say Yes to change, to "Be" so I am free to "Do" more! It's all about what I sew I reap, and I want to realise this more and more so I reap the good stuff only!&lt;br /&gt;Choose to make time to revise my notes more after my morning meditation class, this is one of the most beautiful parts of my day, so to really extract the butter will be the most nourishing thing I could possibly do for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Choose to give this particular attention to what I am thinking in the evening, to make it powerful. I know what I can be like and I don't know if you have noticed for yourself if you meditate but those Hoodies come out in the evening so it's a time to create light and spread it so they all run away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To stop and revisit my aim again and again, during the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To stay on track got to keep a check:&lt;br /&gt;What direction am I moving in? Is it positive, umlimited? If not...&lt;br /&gt;Change direction to that of delight, aligned to my best and to my abundant friend and to the wonderful vision I know I am seen in and want to create for myself and everyone else, to create magnificent thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately I want to sparkle from inside out and to experience a lot, lot, lot of happiness that doesn't have any limits!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has a beautiful ring to it doesn't it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To all the Hoodies out there, nothing personal it's an anaology for the dark side of ones character (Got the Hood up so can't see!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-3137593265499471973?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3137593265499471973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=3137593265499471973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3137593265499471973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3137593265499471973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-resolutions-vs-hoodies.html' title='New Year Resolutions vs The Hoodies'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R30b7YObcYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g8z2-NuWSxs/s72-c/new+year+fireworks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-6719175953612766021</id><published>2007-12-18T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:59:19.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/R2eYVPC2xFI/AAAAAAAAACY/eHpdLpldfFI/s1600-h/xmas+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145248589877265490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/R2eYVPC2xFI/AAAAAAAAACY/eHpdLpldfFI/s320/xmas+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my season's greetings card that i've sent to different people around the world...&amp;amp; i just love it - it's joy, wonder, innocence, simplicity, celebration all in one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-6719175953612766021?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6719175953612766021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=6719175953612766021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/6719175953612766021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/6719175953612766021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-my-seasons-greetings-card-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/R2eYVPC2xFI/AAAAAAAAACY/eHpdLpldfFI/s72-c/xmas+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-4995800445063456218</id><published>2007-12-07T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:06:42.621Z</updated><title type='text'>Free to be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I was just thinking about how our energy can go in 2 places, trying to controll what's happening ouside of ourselves or what's going on inside us. The latter always being the most fruitful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever found yourself, not listening properly to someone, or listening in such a way you put words in their mouth and finish off their sentances. I suppose the extension of this is where we try and control the way others go about doing something: Don't put that there put it here! ...... Don't do it that, do it like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was reflecting in moments like that we cannot live our own uniqueness or let others live their's - we're too caught up with what's happening trying to control, for numerous reasons and often to do with fear of loosing something or just trying to be perfect. So today, I had to check myself and see am I enjoying being in this moment, being in my own space, in my own feelings and making that really special, positive and peaceful and powerful? Try it while your on the phone it's so enrichening, just letting yourself just be. Today I noticed in each of the interactions that I gave myself this special inner attention to, that I had such a laugh with the other person in a really natural way. I was really myself and I also felt like they were really themselves. It's so nice not to be provoking anything from any space of force, and just being with another. It felt very innocent and clean - incredibly special! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-4995800445063456218?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4995800445063456218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=4995800445063456218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/4995800445063456218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/4995800445063456218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/free-to-be.html' title='Free to be!'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-3196795810796241373</id><published>2007-12-04T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:57:43.358Z</updated><title type='text'>Breathe. Easy.</title><content type='html'>One of the first relaxation techniques I ever heard about, went something like this: "Take a deep breath, and breathe out your tension." Simple, easy and, sometimes, quite effective. One of its enduring appeals is that it appears to use the body's natural rhythms to help us turn around our everyday challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, our Teacher at meditation class was telling us about the natural reservoirs of peace, love and joy all human beings have deep within them, and it struck me that there may be a small problem with this simple breathing exercise I and many others take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world filled with anger, tension and frustration, it occurred to me that we may be adding to these with each breath, if all we ever do is exhale these into the environment around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, every breath we make is as beneficial to our world as the breath we take from the air around us. We breathe in oxygen, produced by plants as a by-product of their natural cycle, and we breathe out carbon dioxide, which plants use to make sugars for their own growth, and oxygen for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I physically benefit my world with every breath, what if I could do it spiritually too? What if I could breathe in the world about me, then breathe out the peace and joy I have within me? What if we all did the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new relaxation technique now: take a deep breath, and breathe out your peace. See how it works for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-3196795810796241373?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3196795810796241373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=3196795810796241373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3196795810796241373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3196795810796241373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/12/breathe-easy.html' title='Breathe. Easy.'/><author><name>easytiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807883943348246423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-1072178690376694668</id><published>2007-11-28T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:38:39.764Z</updated><title type='text'>Ever had the thought that you are a walking tape recorder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R02JSZVFogI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0ElXwPg-RjI/s1600-h/tape+buttons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137913699029590530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R02JSZVFogI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0ElXwPg-RjI/s320/tape+buttons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve been entertaining this for sometime and it was really interesting that my morning meditation class took up this subject. Wanted to get it out there as I feel it is a ticket to freedom and a way of creating a life that we want to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s interesting to ponder on this, not just to ponder but to live by it. I do and will continue to. At every moment, even while you are reading this, you are recording every single thought and feeling in your mind, depending on the quality of your thoughts you could be experiencing the good, the bad and the ugly! Your experience creates an impression in your mind, that becomes your life. And like any old impression that’s made the first or the last, you will come back to it in given a similar set of circumstances. We have probably had similar thoughts and feelings millions of times before it’s a bit like being on auto pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket – when I realise that I am the one who is creating the recordings through the way I think and feel I am in a position of influence and power, (I can choose my responses, my life). All of the past recordings will try and get in the way. This is where the meditation comes in – I need to come back to experiencing my inner qualities (the peace, love and happiness – we all have it, even if we don’t feel like we do, it will just that the other tapes are playing and creating a lot of noise.) The trick is, as you enter each moment to step back from it and become aware of the new recording you are making (now you are in control). The more light and easy and good you feel (from deep within, not just because life is going well, that's where you being influenced by the old recordings) the more lovely your life will be, the more trusting of you will become of yourself. I've noticed the process get’s more and more subtle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever I wrote will be effective if you can answer how you use the following buttons to access your potential: Pause, Play, Record, Rewind, Fast Forward – have fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-1072178690376694668?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1072178690376694668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=1072178690376694668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1072178690376694668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1072178690376694668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/ever-had-thought-that-you-are-walking.html' title='Ever had the thought that you are a walking tape recorder?'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R02JSZVFogI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0ElXwPg-RjI/s72-c/tape+buttons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-8235656598332964282</id><published>2007-11-20T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:38:15.335Z</updated><title type='text'>It’s all about context, transformation made easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R0L-nwdv-HI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Je3OrLgTlhY/s1600-h/tree+rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134946484133820530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R0L-nwdv-HI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Je3OrLgTlhY/s320/tree+rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I went on a retreat in India. It was such a “treat”, to be immersed in classes about spirituality, to practise meditation in a place that is like a launch pad for the soul. Since I have come back I have been reflecting on my own spiritual development and how to move forward with ease, I have always liked the easy life! I’ve noticed as I pass through old habits I often see how attached or even how I am addicted to these old patterns of behaviour. As the saying goes old habits die hard! I’m questioning this; does it have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be said that a path of self transformation is natural, you cannot transform into anything that you do not have the potential to be. Just as a caterpillar will be a butterfly, an acorn into a Oak Tree. I believe we all have the potential to be our best, it’s natural. Getting there - that’s where the mastery lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I went to has an incredibly pure atmosphere, it’s a bit like a mirror when you are there – you see what is happening inside you, (if you are willing to look) very clearly, as if it has been magnified – which is great if you are feeling good and very interesting if you are feeling otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it became easier to look at was accepting the context of my own situation, and the interesting thing is the same applies when I look at others and how I see them and relate to them. I had to accept I have been going through life, just like most people, taking from external circumstances, moving along with expectations, this should be like this, they should be….Out of touch with my own inner happiness, and that’s understandable – because I thought it was dependent on the things external to me. I didn’t realise that it was inside me; it’s only since I have been doing meditation that I have really become aware of this (around 6 years now). Now I have set the context, their’s an observation I would like to share. If I hold the awareness that my mind has become like a computer and it automatically switches into old habitual responses and behaves in a certain way and it’s been doing that for around for a very, very long time – even beyond this birth (that’s if you consider reincarnation as a possibility). Well just like any old habit – it takes time to change, you just have to keep reminding yourself to do it and not feel bad when you don’t change immediately, quite the contrary, I found if I see this in context of 100’s of years, I can start to give myself a break – no need to feel guilty, just get on with it. And transformation will then become easy. I really found this useful to work with for myself and also being light when being in relationship with everyone else. Whether we are aware of being on a path of personal growth or not, we are all in the same boat and so it’s interesting when we become aware of each others idiosyncrasies, and the context of this - life has shaped each one through time and what those circumstances have been – God knows! It’s as if each become a “Picasso” of life, from a perfectly sculptured, mini god like, fully blown life sized sculpture – you might have a sculpture in mind, Michael Angelo came to mind. It’s good to see it all in context. Pressure off – creativity and understanding switches on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-8235656598332964282?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8235656598332964282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=8235656598332964282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8235656598332964282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8235656598332964282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-about-context-transformation.html' title='It’s all about context, transformation made easy!'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/R0L-nwdv-HI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Je3OrLgTlhY/s72-c/tree+rings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-7078599432674811511</id><published>2007-11-20T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:33:28.994Z</updated><title type='text'>First blog</title><content type='html'>Joining the Free 2B crew. This is my 1st ever blog. Sorry 4 the short sentences and the poor english. Reason: can't be bothered and also am at work and have only 6 mins 2 do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of starting off in a different way. Actually - I am The God of plagiarism, so this is not my idea - nicked from a great site (can't mention it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a photo taken from Tate Modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kNZHM08fBI/R0KpTTvAqTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CEKKTfKFRbE/s1600-h/HPIM0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kNZHM08fBI/R0KpTTvAqTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CEKKTfKFRbE/s320/HPIM0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134852674335844658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the many great views in London. There's that feeling of standing back and looking through the eyes, through the windows of the soul and into the world. A slight trace of being disengaged from what's around you - and for me it's in that moment that you can really appreciate and love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know from you - how this image touches / affects / inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.  Oh yeah - why Mr. Burns - I have great side burns and I love being nasty - just like Mr. Burns in The Simpsons. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-7078599432674811511?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7078599432674811511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=7078599432674811511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7078599432674811511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7078599432674811511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/joining-free-2b-crew.html' title='First blog'/><author><name>Mr. Burns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00548190866013901132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4kNZHM08fBI/R0KpTTvAqTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CEKKTfKFRbE/s72-c/HPIM0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-7728720494452468146</id><published>2007-11-18T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:17:24.322Z</updated><title type='text'>the present is all I have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/R0CdRxcDwdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B90coh71m7Q/s1600-h/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/R0CdRxcDwdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B90coh71m7Q/s200/diamond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134276503856726482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past month I've been meaning to blog about this but not quite ever getting to it as I'm not sure how to put into words without belittling it. But here goes...I have had an amazing insight that I now work with all the time so that I easily let go of any waste/negative and not allowing it to dwell in my mind and then grow into a problem which is what used to happen. I've really realised that the only moment that exists is now - it in fact doesn't matter if you've done something good or something bad in the past - if you are good right now in the present that is the only freedom you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever something bad happens i.e. if I am careless - if I hold it in my mind and not live in the positivity, the awareness, greatness, potential of this moment - it becomes a burden which not only i carry into every moment but it's also how others will respond to me. Fix the present, be present, be positive, be the change and live enlightened. Like an alchemist that molds and transforms that which is negative into something that is empowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading a saying years ago and that was 'if you truly change in the present noone will remember your past'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Change' and the way the world responds to you will change - the world will in fact reflect who you are and what you think and feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this insight has been like a key - to unlock the present and release the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-7728720494452468146?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7728720494452468146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=7728720494452468146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7728720494452468146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7728720494452468146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/present-is-all-i-have.html' title='the present is all I have...'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/R0CdRxcDwdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/B90coh71m7Q/s72-c/diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-8089251405222117890</id><published>2007-11-02T11:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:04:52.202Z</updated><title type='text'>What's my inner filing system like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Ry7cjtIvBSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b8IedL3aMac/s1600-h/comp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129279531591337250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Ry7cjtIvBSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b8IedL3aMac/s320/comp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I notice that when I do my filing in the office or even if I take myself back to when I did my art degree - my process of working would be one of going from extreme chaos to extreme order...interestingly enough my desktop also looks that way - when it has too many files and it all gets a bit much, I clean it all up and put everything into relevant folders. It does make me think what my inner filing system must be like. What do I save on the desktop of my mind?...in fact I am seeing a thread of benefit in my madness of filing:) that I am selective (when I eventually get to filing) in what I choose to save in the hard drive (of my subconscious). But meanwhile I am sure I hold on to lots of data that is not needed and either should be filed or deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An image came to me of my mind like a desktop with lots of post-it notes on it and I thought my mind is actually an unltd space...how much information (post-it notes) can it actually hold? why can it not hold more than it does? why can I not remember more things? I thought about the different things that I save (even if just temporarily on my mind - what someone said, how someone said something, a document of regret) - big, heavy files that clog up my mind and slow down the system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this idea of constantly having a clean desktop with only the essentials saved on it - essentially the main folders linked to necessary documents and then uptodate post-it notes (as many as are needed) - so that my mind can work with clarity, ease &amp;amp; stays fresh with uptodate info that's needed for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll start with my computer desktop and see where it takes me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-8089251405222117890?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8089251405222117890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=8089251405222117890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8089251405222117890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8089251405222117890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-my-inner-filing-system-like.html' title='What&apos;s my inner filing system like?'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Ry7cjtIvBSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/b8IedL3aMac/s72-c/comp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-221814912124042531</id><published>2007-10-31T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:17:19.234Z</updated><title type='text'>We are not alone...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, a friend of ours came back from a couple of weeks' retreat, and what an experience it was just listening to her speak about it. She had been part of a large number of people who had gone away to study, meditate, discuss, and study some more; our friend had come back visibly transformed. Was it the rest, the tan, the chance to get away for a while, or something more? She gave me such inspiration, not just because of how she was, but because of the way I felt about how she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live our thoroughly modern little lives in our thoroughly modern little silos, blinkered and bunkered with our own fears, hopes, and petty likes and dislikes about ourselves and the world around us. If by some twist of fate we find we are no longer happy to accept our sorry lot, and, stumbling and groping in the murk of our modernity for glimmerings of what seem like knowledge and truth, then we are still left with one further mountain to climb: how are we supposed to really change anything, ourselves or our world, when there is just so much to change, and so little time in which to change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend seemed to be showing me a way: don't think you can do it alone; don't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world that seems, almost by design, to be driving us apart with its every attempt to bring us together: Religion preaches brotherhood, yet practices fratricide; Politics promises unity, yet delivers division; and Science offers answers to questions it clearly does not even understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to constantly provide us with only microscopes that, as one poet wrote, ‘deify one razor blade into a mountain range’; yesterday, our friend seemed to be showing a way to transform life's mountain ranges back into mustard seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have spent all our lives thinking it's just oneself that we can rely on, just number one that we have to look after, just me here all alone, then, understandably, we may find it hard to think there is anything outside of our own intellect and effort to which we can turn to achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western philosophy has perhaps put too much store in the gnarly old epithet: "I think, therefore I am", a phrase that sounds less brilliant and more desperate with every passing war, technological disaster, and economic slow-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we stopped thinking about ourselves for just long enough to look at each other properly, then we may be part of the way to getting ourselves out of our solipsistic little holes. After that, what if we could take the best of what we saw in others and make that part of our own make-up? What if we could then pass that on to others too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend, after spending a few short days in the company of other enlightened and illuminated souls, was able to bring back some of that light and illumination for me, just by being her own enlightened self. Everything seems possible when you are prepared to accept that you are part of something bigger than any mountain range in your way, and that the people around you are lighting the path to your own illumination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-221814912124042531?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/221814912124042531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=221814912124042531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/221814912124042531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/221814912124042531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-are-not-alone.html' title='We are not alone...'/><author><name>easytiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807883943348246423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-3970860300346834979</id><published>2007-10-29T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:15:18.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Hole in the World</title><content type='html'>I heard this song from a friend's ipod and went looking for the lyrics (see below). This song truly reflects the condition of the world and all that's happening around us. Forget about fighting for peace, forget about fighting for freedom - all we need to learn is to love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we can enter the arena of love, we need to break down the barriers of race, gender, nationality, culture, religion, ideas, opinions and beliefs. Until we learn to accept one another as human beings, as living beings, as feeling beings and nothing more, can the cloud of fear and sorrow disperse and there'll be hope in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of it is that it can all start from you and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eagles: Hole in The World (lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in the world tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a Cloud of fear and sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in the world tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that anger is just love disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that love is just a state of mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but all this fighting over who will be anointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh how can people be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in the world tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a Cloud of fear and sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in the world tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh they tell me there's a place over yonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool water running through the burning sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until we we learn to love one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another we never reach the promise land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in the world tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a Cloud of fear and sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in the world tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gh0-rnbOmc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-3970860300346834979?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3970860300346834979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=3970860300346834979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3970860300346834979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3970860300346834979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/hole-in-world.html' title='Hole in the World'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-5413501210659840362</id><published>2007-10-23T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:20:57.737Z</updated><title type='text'>In Partnership with Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/Rx3YWL1s0iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LHB16k8GBKA/s1600-h/handshake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124489826664239650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/Rx3YWL1s0iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LHB16k8GBKA/s320/handshake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response Able&lt;br /&gt;We now know that the true meaning of responsibility is response able or ability to respond. Whatever we may think, say, do, or feel - these are our responses for which we, and no one else, are responsible. This is easy to see but hard to live, for we have been taught to believe and think the opposite. So we don't consciously choose our response, we react instead, and then we blame others for our reaction. No wonder we feel imprisoned by others and our circumstances. The enlightened, on the other hand, have broken the spell, they see the illusion. They take full responsibility for their response abilities and as a consequence, they always hold their own destiny in their own hands. They are free spirits.  From &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innerspace.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.innerspace.org.uk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I read this and thought, I want to be a free spirit. But sometimes I get trapped. As you know I have been looking at all the different things happening with me at work and my responses to them. Recently I have been working on a compassionate view towards myself and everyone else, it feels good and helps me see the best in everyone and in life and allows me to open to healing rather than what can feel like an addictive nature that has wanted to take from external sources to feel good about itself (someone put it very well recently at a lecture I attended - lustful, anxious nature - it's not so gross as it sounds a bit more subtle but still the same stuff going on). So with this compassionate view point I've been thinking how good like is and how benevolent it is, helping me face that false satisfaction that I can get from the identities that trap me like - "being good at my job". When I Identify with this I'm in big trouble, my ego is inflated and anyone can come along and pinch me and pop it the bubble, with some negative feedback - OUCH! The question of the day is where do I place my value in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So at the moment, I'd like to grow a relationship of trust with life, give the best of myself to it - because the best is in me, let life help me learn to see it more and more of the best that's below the surface - the real diamonds, pearls and wonder of ones nature. I'll do my work life and you do your work life and we will get there. Today if feels so nice to be in Partnership with life. I'd like to beat life to it though, I wonder how I can do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-5413501210659840362?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5413501210659840362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=5413501210659840362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5413501210659840362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5413501210659840362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-partnership-with-life.html' title='In Partnership with Life'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/Rx3YWL1s0iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LHB16k8GBKA/s72-c/handshake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-5269523879492161962</id><published>2007-10-23T08:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:57:58.052Z</updated><title type='text'>"loves the jobs you hate"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Rx22F8JiInI/AAAAAAAAABo/y3aHaZQsrmY/s1600-h/mr+muscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124452164179206770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Rx22F8JiInI/AAAAAAAAABo/y3aHaZQsrmY/s320/mr+muscle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sitting in meditation this morning &amp;amp; out of the blue - in my minds eye I see a pool of rubbish - not a pleasant sight to wake up to I know...but in fact it was quite a pleasant experience as I somehow I didn't identify with it. I then thought meditation is like plumbing - when the drain is clogged you use a suction tool to pump out whatever is blocking the drain...when finally you see the rubbish coming up you're almost happy to see the drain being cleaned. That was the feeling this morning - it felt like I was the drain being cleaned and quite happily seeing the rubbish come out and to be honest it was quite liberating to see it, not to identify with it and end up with a clean drain (well, fairly clean that is - still some more work to do:)). The drain for me can be likened to the Intellect - so long as it's clogged, stagnant, not functioning properly it won't be able to hold wisdom and strength. Aha so I have an idea - they say that if you want to keep the drains clean - occasionally use bleach to keep the drains clean and odour proof...so the Mr Muscle cleaning agent is for me daily meditation where I remove any slight residue that's creating a blockage - in fact I wonder if not God is the true Mr Muscle that daily cleans the soul:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-5269523879492161962?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5269523879492161962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=5269523879492161962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5269523879492161962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5269523879492161962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-plumbing-and-meditation-have-in.html' title='&quot;loves the jobs you hate&quot;'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Rx22F8JiInI/AAAAAAAAABo/y3aHaZQsrmY/s72-c/mr+muscle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-5865863398452894881</id><published>2007-10-16T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:09:57.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Ask the Cosmos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's interesting to see what happens when you pose a question to life and just watch what comes back - right now so many different options seem available, a week ago the answers were not so clear. My recent question was "How can I be stronger and stonger, more resilient - fearless!" The answers have been raining down from many directions - here's a few splatterings in essence - "take all your energy from inside yourself and from your connection with the divine, don't take expect praise from anyone, if you do life will find it's way of teaching you that you have everything you need inside yourself and what you need to do is stop looking for it". Do everthing with love and let go of expecations of anything coming back, that way you don't cause any sorrow and you face everything (you can't kid yourself, it's like an arrow that has to strike the target. It either does or it doesn't!). But the best of all - was be like a little child and anything that is causing you any obstacles in your mind give that to the Divine. So for me it was the pain I had caused myself for making mistakes and taking sorrow from it (yes it's taking time) give it like it's something smelly (we've all seen children when they don't like something and they say, yours, yours...don't like it ....) feel the Divine taking it and in return all the love of the Divine coming back to you, see that you have everything inside and you need nothing.... As you can see my last post was about facing the gremlins inside with love and forgiveness - so it was great to get all of these other wonders sent my way this week! Finally check this out it was a recent Thought for Today it really struck me, I got it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innerspace.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.innerspace.org.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything's Fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To a truly contented and enlightened soul everything in the world, which means the way the world is right now, is just fine. To the unenlightened and discontented soul this will sound like a massive avoidance. But think about it. Does the masterful actor go to the theatre for their evening performance, and on entering the stage start shifting the backdrop, altering the scenery and moving the props around? Of course not, they are totally concentrated on the role they need to create and play to the best of their ability. And so it is with the world. The backdrop to our life is the way things are at this moment in time. The props are exactly where they are meant to be at this moment in time. Many people spend their whole lives trying to change the backdrop and move the props around, little realising the futility of the exercise. Yes they may succeed in altering an angle here, a minute part of the picture there. But all at the cost of the focus and the energy needed to put on their best performance. Little did they realise that if they had fully focused on their performance and achieved their own highest standards of excellence, not only would those around them be immensely enriched, but the backdrop and the props of their life would have changed automatically, as the invitations roll in to perform their life elsewhere. Excellence is a much more powerful influence in the world than discontent. So everything is fine out there. No one said it's perfect. But it is exactly the way it should be ...at this moment. So here is the paradox of effective change - if you want to influence change for the better, then the most effective way to begin is with contentment with the way things are. The way things are, are the way things are meant to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-5865863398452894881?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5865863398452894881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=5865863398452894881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5865863398452894881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5865863398452894881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/ask-cosmos.html' title='Ask the Cosmos?'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-8800388753789914734</id><published>2007-10-15T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:40:43.195Z</updated><title type='text'>My Negative World...</title><content type='html'>I was remembering recently when I was very young, and discovering the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Afterimage"&gt;afterimages &lt;/a&gt;one could make on one’s eye-lids, by staring at objects intently, then closing one’s eyes tightly. It was like having an internal camera, I thought, with you developing strange pictures from the photographic negatives in your mind. I remember being amazed that you could ‘see’ something so differently, just by looking at it another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, the first documentary I saw on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turin_shroud"&gt;Turin Shroud &lt;/a&gt;reminded me of that same experience; an ordinary-looking piece of ancient linen revealed startling images, when, with the newest technology of the 19th Century, photographic negatives were first made of it. The sensation these negatives caused reverberated well into the next century; the shift in perception it triggered in some is no doubt reverberating still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made for fascinating, if slightly hallucinogenic, viewing; a plain object visually inverted, which in turn inverted my idea of that thing. Is it not strange when we are shown a familiar object in an unfamiliar way? It struck me how easily we fool ourselves into thinking the world is just as we perceive it, when we may hardly ever perceive it accurately in the first place, be it with our eye or our intellect, our science or our philosophy, our culture or our religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I was never struck with unease by the inversion of colours and shapes that these mental ‘negatives’ created; the bliss of ignorance is no proper explanation for my being able to thrill at it all then, because age has brought only a widening of my horizons with no automatic increase in the wisdom needed to understand those horizons. Indeed, until recently when I began to actively practice daily meditation, mounting unease and fear had begun to cause me to want to stop looking to my horizons quite so much, or quite so anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A need to cling to the familiar, to crystallise perceptions and ideas, to polarise intellectual and political positions, to accept a little dogma and other ‘received wisdom’; all this seemed to be a necessary and intrinsic part of growing up, settling down and getting on. Limit your horizons, don’t look too closely or too differently, and the unease might, well, ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m finding there may be another way to see the world again; rather than reduce my horizons, how about I just reduce my fear? If I can keep remembering how it felt  to see the world inverted when I was young, then I am also remembering who I was then and what I could be again in future, if I just stop getting in my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it may be that fear is also just an afterimage, a photographic negative of my world; If I keep in mind that when I was young I had nothing to fear from seeing the world differently, and only wider horizons to explore, then I may have begun to make my whole Negative World a place of positive beauty and wonder once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-8800388753789914734?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8800388753789914734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=8800388753789914734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8800388753789914734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8800388753789914734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-negative-world.html' title='My Negative World...'/><author><name>easytiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807883943348246423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-1758912728130230072</id><published>2007-10-12T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:40:04.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Rw-SssJiIiI/AAAAAAAAABE/vptvSn-zkuU/s1600-h/bethechangebw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120472597806588450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Rw-SssJiIiI/AAAAAAAAABE/vptvSn-zkuU/s320/bethechangebw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an amazing experience it was this morning walking through the streets of London. It was early, everyone busily walking to work, drizzling with rain - I couldn't help but to keep looking at the buildings and aware of all the construction work - literally everywhere you looked - the City in constant change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I used to go skiing as a child and we would be at the bottom of the mountain and all you could see were tiny dots moving up &amp;amp; down the mountain...my father used to say that we look alot like ants - almost stating how insignificant we are when you look at the larger picture. I suppose the City this morning wasn't much different - like workers - each one having their destination, their task, their purpose for living...it felt good to be able to watch it all without being part of it. And there I come around the bend, looking at this most unusual building which had almost all its foundation removed and just the top part of the building remaining and then I see a huge banner 'be the change you want to see in the world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Rw_zyMJiImI/AAAAAAAAABg/bq_xA4CLxKE/s1600-h/bethechange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120579344923763298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Rw_zyMJiImI/AAAAAAAAABg/bq_xA4CLxKE/s320/bethechange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for a moment, I did wonder how many people live by this...it's usually when our environment or a relationship changes that we feel the impact of it and we get molded by those changes and we might complain in the process. Is it possible to think of myself bringing about change and leaving an impact. I remember someone sharing something quite insightful - extroverted people taking their inspiration and resources from the outside, whereas introverted people draw it out from within themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banner itself was like a flag of insight, of creativity, of individuality amidst the blurred rush of the City...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-1758912728130230072?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1758912728130230072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=1758912728130230072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1758912728130230072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1758912728130230072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-amazing-experience-it-was-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/Rw-SssJiIiI/AAAAAAAAABE/vptvSn-zkuU/s72-c/bethechangebw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-3558238506321955077</id><published>2007-10-08T11:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-08T14:52:22.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>Recently we moved into a flat with a garden. We never had a garden before so the thought of having a garden was an exciting one - It's so easy to imagine the beautiful flowers and plants growing in all sorts of colours and trees gently swaying to the rhythm of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, reality finally sunk in. The garden was neglected and slowly grew into a forest. The grass was growing as high as my waist with the trees and shrubs unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done any gardening in my life before. With a mum who is an exceptional gardener, I never helped in the garden at all. Unfortunately, she now lives on the other side of the world and it's now down to me to learn. I was so enthusiastic at first that I bought many books on gardening and thought by reading it, I would know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I had a go at clearing the weeds and pruning the shrubs and trees. Man - that was hard work! I don't know what about you, but after two hours I was completely shattered. I was grumpy and didn't want to know the garden anymore. I walked back into the house and told my husband that we are going to get a gardener in because I had enough of this! He laughed at me while seeing me all worked up and said, "You've never done any gardening work before and you expect it to be transformed in one day?!" I took a step back and look at myself and how ridicules I sound. I sighed and asked, "Will you help me next weekend to do the gardening then? It'll make it a lot easier" He answered, "For my sanity, yes". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is a new challenge for me for the coming year. It is going to help me learn about patience - patient with myself and with others. I thought by reading a book on gardening, I will be an expert in gardening. However, this is not the case. It is the experience that make it real for me. With the aches and pains, comes the joy and laughter - I'm can't wait for it! (Oppsss... there goes my impatience...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some photos up once I got the garden sorted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-3558238506321955077?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3558238506321955077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=3558238506321955077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3558238506321955077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3558238506321955077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-6422870609858803484</id><published>2007-10-05T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:45:16.764Z</updated><title type='text'>Face the Gremlins with Love and Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I was reflecting on the past week and how I had either sailed the storms or got swept up in them. My meditation experience today was reflective of my current inner work on forgiveness, love, experiencing the love of the Divine and becoming detached through that forgiveness and acceptance. There's a lot that's been going on at work recently that has brought up some interesting and insightful moments (looking at it from a purely positive perspective!) It's been challenging. It feels as if it has all been about moving on and letting go, and I need to learn to pick up the pace as - like any corporate environment nowadays - it's getting more and more full on. My key experience to moving on and letting go has been experiencing love and forgiveness for the self, creating a clean space for myself to breath in, to step back into, to be light in and to give light. This is where it has been interesting. Just to look the situations in the face and see the gremlins that come up in my mind to try and make me feel inadequate - and the thing that seems to be working to combat this is looking at what I can learn from this and saying: I forgive myself. I forgive everyone else....(all the other people I work with who are also feeling any tension from the way that they are dealing with their situations right now and the way that they projecting that on to me.) I Forgive you..............I love and accept myself. Sounds corny but it is a healing balm of truth and in a quiet mind it feels so so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-6422870609858803484?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6422870609858803484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=6422870609858803484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/6422870609858803484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/6422870609858803484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/face-gremlins-with-love-and-forgiveness.html' title='Face the Gremlins with Love and Forgiveness'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-2336217967515221604</id><published>2007-10-04T16:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:39:11.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Teachers II</title><content type='html'>I hope you don't mind if I share a small bit of personal history with you: one of my uncles, my mother's youngest brother, died in March this year, in his mid-sixties. I was not able to go to his funeral, though my sister-in-law and brother were there, and they told me just what an extraordinary event it turned out to be, as I would have expected from such a loved man, given the positive way he had touched so many lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle Francis Xavier was born in the mid-Forties; the last of eight children, he was born with Down's Syndrome. This was the least interesting thing about him; though, I've always felt that the extra chromosome with which he was endowed also made him more capable than other people of giving love to those around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother said he was always everyone's favourite, because he was guaranteed to cheer up grumpy members of the family with a kind word, a pithy observation, and, failing all else, a little hug. He wasn't all sweetness and light, by any means: he was just as capable of moodiness and tantrums as any kid (and that got dealt with in the same way as with the other children); he had a typical teenage period, too, and was a sly wit, always being able to mask a shrewd observation with a well-intentioned joke. But the thing that made him forever different to others was his naturalness, his honesty, and his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earliest memories of him must have been when he was in his early thirties; he always made time for his sibling's children, and he was especially good at calming down babies, who would always fall asleep when he gently held them. He had impeccable manners, both at the table and at other social events, nor he was he slow in correcting those younger than him on theirs. He had his little routines that he stuck to - reading in the mornings, and a favourite radio program at night - but he loved travelling, and being outdoors; he was a mean flower and vegetable gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the extraordinary thing about him was his love for others. It may have been because love was all he had ever known from the people around him all his life, but, regardless, it was all he ever seemed to radiate. The affect it had on everyone in our family, from his own siblings, to their children, was profound. Patient and kind, he brought these qualities out in others; he may well have been the person who inspired my mother to become a teacher for toddlers with learning difficulties. My grandmother may have been the family matriarch, but my uncle Francis Xavier also held the family together with his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived with my grandmother until she died when he was around fifty, though he had always had his own room at a special school he attended 3 days a week in his later years, where he was taught a variety of skills; he turned out to have a real talent as a baker and chocolatier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was luckier than most in many ways, to be sure: the family was fortunate enough to have been financially secure, so, from an early age, he was always provided for and attended to with the best and latest education, which made a real difference to the quality of his later life. Also, he had no serious physical disabilities, for in those decades there was not the expertise or knowledge that exists now to identify and successfully treat some childhood conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He himself never married, though he had a number of girlfriends; he was a regular church-goer, and he led the singing at his mother's funeral in his usual quiet and thoughtful manner. He was generously provided for in her will; his brothers and sisters, many years prior to my grandmother's death, had already worked out between them a schedule to allow Francis Xavier to come and go between their homes, and there was never any lack of people willing to let him stay with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly he was lucky, but I know that my whole family felt blessed by him too. He was never going to develop a drug habit or drive drunk, or get conceited or deceitful, and he would forever be free of some of the more immediate financial and social pressures that most adults have. Most of us may feel that we would be better people than we are now, given the same circumstances; but he truly was that better person, and so made better people of those around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes miss my smiley uncle Francis Xavier, but I'll never forget him, and what he taught the people around him. I'm sure it wasn't all a bed of roses whilst he was growing up - but when is it ever with children? Like all children, my family never expected him, or knew at the beginning what they would be getting with him. But, by the end, we all knew, and wouldn't have changed a day of his whole beautiful life if we had all had the choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-2336217967515221604?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2336217967515221604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=2336217967515221604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/2336217967515221604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/2336217967515221604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/teachers-ii.html' title='Teachers II'/><author><name>easytiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807883943348246423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-4965945187816169844</id><published>2007-10-01T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:19:28.572Z</updated><title type='text'>all things beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How often are we clear which direction we'd like to go - do we ever questions...whether it is to God or to the universe or even to oneself...and most importantly be open enough to receive an answer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I did this &amp;amp; I felt more proactive for it. I suppose most of the time I am content coasting along but how often do we challenge ourselves and take leaps...how often are we closed in within our own little (narrow) worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon asking the question, I found it difficult initially as there was just a general feeling of being ok, but then I realised 'no' I could actually be more like this or like that...and so I felt myself beginning to look outside of the box of my own thinking, my own ideas, my own beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I listened to something quite inspiring over the weekend - it compared the awareness and attitude between someone who is 'self-centred' and someone who is 'open-hearted'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-centered: &lt;/strong&gt;narrow vision, local impact, rigidity in behaviour, limited sphere of connection with others, no interest to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open-hearted:&lt;/strong&gt; broad vision, flexibility, positivity, sees the bigger picture, an openness to learn and retain information, interact with others with more empathy &amp;amp; compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now on a slightly different note but I suppose still relevant&lt;/em&gt; - I occasionally take photos of things that look beautiful - it helps for the 'eye' to see things in different ways - to look, to discover, to question. It's a captured moment of someone elses own quiet time (an old man fishing in a canal) &amp;amp; others quite bemused by it - including me:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RwDGxVhh3yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kH0gyJqBsFg/s1600-h/ncvo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116307727586549538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RwDGxVhh3yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kH0gyJqBsFg/s320/ncvo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RwDHPlhh30I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dkLp2xOWHIg/s1600-h/ncvo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116308247277592386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RwDHPlhh30I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dkLp2xOWHIg/s320/ncvo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RwDHflhh31I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xo7YuAAVqHo/s1600-h/ncvo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116308522155499346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RwDHflhh31I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Xo7YuAAVqHo/s320/ncvo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-4965945187816169844?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4965945187816169844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=4965945187816169844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/4965945187816169844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/4965945187816169844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-things-beautiful.html' title='all things beautiful...'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RwDGxVhh3yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kH0gyJqBsFg/s72-c/ncvo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-9219552491075721535</id><published>2007-09-28T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:43:27.978Z</updated><title type='text'>finding my Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/Rv0g_71s0hI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3MURW3bGNCU/s1600-h/829210482_a288991f9b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115281034529526290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/Rv0g_71s0hI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3MURW3bGNCU/s320/829210482_a288991f9b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed the blog by Mo “a nice way to live”. It’s something that I’ve been giving some thought to recently. We’re here in the world bobbing along, and we all want to live in a happier and more peaceful way right? It’s as if there is a perfect fit between us all, where there is love, respect and harmony – sometimes I’m there sometimes I’m not, it feels like it’s something to do with knowing my place. When we just look at our own lives and step away from the world at large, we can see in our day to day living when we do experience being in tune with others, and in the moment. We sometimes see this when the pressure is off or at extreme moments in life where we “do the right thing” without even thinking about it. I was asking myself apart from meditating every day and being aware of myself as spiritual being, that has an eternal and unique connection with the Source how can I really begin to learn what my unique specialities (gifts) are, and begin to understand exactly what I have been given. The feeling I get sometimes is that I have just gone a bit wayward, and it’s this that distorts my reality and causes the turbulence every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stood back a few question came to mind, where does my happiness come from, and what do I really think is my purpose at this time? (I have been asking this for a long time now and it feels as if it is starting to unravel, I feel like I know it at a high level I just want to connect more to it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this game of life, it could be said that we are creating our lives as we speak, through our thoughts and actions and we are then responding to that creation (1st cause and then effect). I was thinking to myself my value and happiness is not in the “final product” like doing a task well, or even helping someone out. My value is in the response if I choose to put my value into my responses. It has really made me think about what is my speciality is and how in a way it is my greatest weakness. My part is so different to everyone else’s just as your's is. So if we never compare ourselves (to the good or bad in others) and their final products or their responses, I can be happy, and be happy to facilitate bringing the best out in everyone and their specialities. A bit like a great, Mum. A great Mum has the heart to always see the best in her kids even if they are playing up a bit, because they belong to her. I need make this more tangible it’s been at the crux of my spiritual development for sometime now. Thinking in this way and putting the value on myself in this way does make me feel like I could let go of old weaknesses and begin to be in harmony more, be more respectful of myself and others, more real. I don’t have to be great at anything particularly, I think that’s someone else’s job (Don’t tell my boss I said that). Years ago I came across a really nice definition of what it means to have Good wishes. “My heart is filled with recognition of the value of others. I feel I want them to do well and be successful. The success of others is really my success”. It makes you think hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to give this some more thought, for now it feels like I’m on the right track…. Let’s see what the week brings. I’ll keep this with me and give it some thought each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-9219552491075721535?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9219552491075721535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=9219552491075721535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/9219552491075721535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/9219552491075721535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/finding-my-space.html' title='finding my Space'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VjvcWCNOZkw/Rv0g_71s0hI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3MURW3bGNCU/s72-c/829210482_a288991f9b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-7914910769552318777</id><published>2007-09-26T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:18:28.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Teachers I</title><content type='html'>Decades ago, one old monk at school told us the following story: as a young novice, it had been his task to rise especially early, before the others in his community, and fill and light all the oil-lamps in the Abbey, in preparation for the first prayer of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days before the mass electrification of the country, one can imagine how a bitter English night must have felt inside the dark vaulted interior of the place; the pale limestone walls cold and echoing, whilst one slight and shivering figure shuffled a jerry-can of black lamp-oil from station to station, with only an old set of wooden library steps to assist him in reaching up for the empty lamps, then replacing them again, full and unwieldly, with increasingly tired outstretched arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, due to whatever combination of cold and tiredness, the inevitable occured, and, in some dark corner behind the alter, down fell one of the lamps, full of bitumous liquid, though, luckily for the mortified novice, not yet lit. The porous stone almost immediately soaked up the oil, and despite his best efforts that day, and for years to come, the floor of the Abbey remained indelibly marked with a dark splash where the old oil lamp had shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our old monk probably never forgot the lesson, about taking care of the smallest things, as everything leaves a lasting impression; last February, in an Abbey now better heated and lit, like everywhere else, after the old monk's funeral, I went looking, and, there, still, was a faint darkening in the smooth stone floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all mistakes are bad, not when they can still teach long after the teacher is gone and forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-7914910769552318777?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7914910769552318777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=7914910769552318777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7914910769552318777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7914910769552318777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/decades-ago-one-old-monk-at-school-told.html' title='Teachers I'/><author><name>easytiger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807883943348246423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-3527963242856182366</id><published>2007-09-25T04:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:45:32.737Z</updated><title type='text'>THE CHEERING AUDIENCE, THE ACTOR AND ANNIE LENOX!</title><content type='html'>Annie Lenox has a beautiful song:&lt;br /&gt;‘Hey, hey I saved the world today&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is happy now'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wa_lkpBVkXU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wa_lkpBVkXU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I felt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;‘I killed my ego yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is happy now!’&lt;br /&gt;I had to go and talk to someone but my ego was saying, no, nO, NO! Then an image jumped into my mind. I saw myself on a cinema screen, the audience is watching holding their breath. They know if I go and talk to my friend, the film will end happily. They can see this because they are not hearing the strong recommendations and reasoning of my ego. I was hearing them saying: ‘Come on, go and speak to her!’ I said, okay then, and I did! It was so cool! The conflict was resolved. I could hear the audience cheering happily and clapping, it was like living in a sitcom! Then I thought about it. How could I kill my ego? Where did I get the power?&lt;br /&gt;Then it clicked, I was practising ‘suddenly dropping a wall’ between the chattering of my mind and myself on that day. I was just going inside, and saying to myself; ‘it is so nice to be in here’. I was trying to feel relaxed, as if I was lying in a hot bath or something. Just realising that space inside me; makes it easy to access at times of need! Try and please share the comments of your audience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-3527963242856182366?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3527963242856182366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=3527963242856182366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3527963242856182366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3527963242856182366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/cheering-audience-actor-and-annie-lenox.html' title='THE CHEERING AUDIENCE, THE ACTOR AND ANNIE LENOX!'/><author><name>Funky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481932566015907654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-6546583050365467727</id><published>2007-09-24T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:34:46.857Z</updated><title type='text'>the monks next door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RvgeuVhh3xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HmpQHXkAuFU/s1600-h/monk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113871158279790354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RvgeuVhh3xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HmpQHXkAuFU/s320/monk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you can see what this image is (I took the photo from my window) - I work from home...and everyday I look out onto the sky and directly opposite to another window where for the past few months they've had this cardboard box resting against the window and on the outer side of the box facing me are pictured four monks sitting around a table. Everyday when I see this I reflect on the story that I once heard and it went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...it's an old story about a group of monks living with their master in a Tibetan monastery. Their lives were disciplined and dedicated, and the atmosphere in which they lived harmonious and peaceful. People from villages far and wide flocked to the monastery to bask in the warmth of such a loving spiritual environment. Then one day the master departed his earthly form. At first the monks continued on as they had in the past, but after a time, the discipline and devotion that had been hallmarks of their daily routine slackened. The number of villagers coming through the doors each day began to drop, and little by little, the monastery fell into a state of disrepair. Soon the monks were bickering among themselves, some pointing fingers of blame, others feeling guilt. Finally, the senior monk could take it no longer. Hearing that a spiritual master lived as a hermit two days walk away, the monk wasted no time in seeking him out. Finding the master in his forest hermitage, the monk told him of the sad state the monastery had fallen into and asked his advice. The master smiled. "There is one living among you who is the incarnation of God..." With those words spoken, the master fell silent and would say no more. All the way back to the monastery, the monk wondered which of his brothers might be the incarnated One. "Perhaps it is Brother Jaspar who does our cooking," the monk said aloud. "Perhaps our gardener, Brother Timor, is the one," he then thought. Reaching the monastery, he immediately told his brothers what the master had said and all were just as astonished as he had been to learn the Divine was living among them. Since each knew it was not himself who was God Incarnate, each began to study his brothers carefully, all trying to determine who among them was the Holy One. Each so concentrated on seeing God in the other that soon their hearts filled with such love for one another the chains of negativity that held them bound fell away. As time passed, they began seeing God not just in each other, but in every one and everything. Days were spent in joyful reverence, rejoicing in His Holy Presence. The monastery radiated this joy like a beacon and soon the villagers returned, streaming through the doors as they had before, seeking to be touched by the love and devotion present there. It was some time later that the senior monk decided to pay the master another visit to thank him for the secret he had revealed. "Did you discover the identity of the Incarnated One?" the master asked. "We did," the senior monk replied. "We found him residing in all of us." The master smiled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...this story reminds me of the power of our own vision, &amp;amp; what we choose to see and focus on is what will ultimately be our reality...changing our vision of each other (maybe first of our ownselves) could be the start of visibly see a change in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-6546583050365467727?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6546583050365467727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=6546583050365467727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/6546583050365467727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/6546583050365467727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-sure-if-you-can-see-what-this-image.html' title='the monks next door...'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYhXCCexwk0/RvgeuVhh3xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HmpQHXkAuFU/s72-c/monk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-3894432402173291206</id><published>2007-09-24T11:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:16:29.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;A woman was walking along the beach when she stumbled upon a genie's lamp. She picked it up and rubbed it. Lo-and-behold a genie appeared. The amazed woman asked if she got three wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie said, "Nope. Due to inflation, constant downsizing, low wages in third-world countries and fierce global competition, I can only grant you one wish. So, what'll it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman didn't hesitate. She said, "I want peace in the Middle East. See this map? I want these countries to stop fighting with each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie looked at the map and exclaimed, "Gadzooks, lady! These countries have been at war for thousands of years. I'm good, but not THAT good! I don't think it can be done. Make another wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thought for a minute. She said, "Well, I've been trying to find the right husband. You know, one that's considerate and fun, likes to cook and helps with the housecleaning, has a great sense of humor and gets along with my family, doesn't watch sports all the time and is faithful. That's what I wish for. A good mate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie let out a long sigh and said, "Let me see that map again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-3894432402173291206?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3894432402173291206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=3894432402173291206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3894432402173291206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/3894432402173291206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-spiritual-joke-28.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #28'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-8277918786674331565</id><published>2007-09-24T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:16:22.975Z</updated><title type='text'>Try this out!</title><content type='html'>I randomly picked up a book recently and just loved this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this simple exercise for one minute each hour and you will be amazed at the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Breathe slowly and deeply, relax and think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am a peaceful being...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am peaceful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and I share peace with others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it out of curiosity (and a bit of boredom) and just could not believe the change I felt in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for anyone who's feeling time's tight and in short supply, here's a simple solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-8277918786674331565?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8277918786674331565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=8277918786674331565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8277918786674331565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8277918786674331565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/try-this-out.html' title='Try this out!'/><author><name>Just Us</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12556703987798173908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://simonc.f2o.org/south/images/windy_whatsup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-1949938813439290401</id><published>2007-09-24T09:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:20:11.242Z</updated><title type='text'>Diversion continues...</title><content type='html'>.... Continuing from my previous post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diversion&lt;/span&gt; does not mean distraction. We can easily distract the mind with the telly or watching a movie. When sitting in front of the telly, my mind is bombarded with what is shown. My mind becomes subservient to the telly and absorbs anything coming its way - without filtering the good or the bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diversion&lt;/span&gt; is an active process not a passive one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diversion&lt;/span&gt; is when I fully take charge of how I want to feel and what I want to experience. Diversion takes many forms - a few of them which have worked for me: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing / blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going for a swim or doing some form of sports&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing out loud in the showers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going for a long walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking and baking for your neighbours and friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;How does this process help? When my mind is weak at times, by creating a diversion I allow my mind some breathing space to step away from the situation. And when I do come back to face the situation, my mind would have had the clarity and space to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that we will eventually reach our destination regardless but do I want to wait for 3 months or 6 months before the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;road block&lt;/span&gt; is cleared for me to move forward or do I want to get there sooner? Again, my choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you have any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diversions&lt;/span&gt; which have worked for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Diversion ends here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-1949938813439290401?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1949938813439290401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=1949938813439290401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1949938813439290401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1949938813439290401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/diversion-continues.html' title='Diversion continues...'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-932986036552742628</id><published>2007-09-23T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:22:31.041Z</updated><title type='text'>Diversion</title><content type='html'>Rather than letting the headache and flu occupy my mind, I decided to channel this energy into blogging something tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing insightful of what I'm going to write about but I didn't want my mind to focus on the pain because it is rather affecting me. As I can't seem to meditate or sleep because of the headache and the blocked nose, I decided to blog instead - hoping that this would help refocus my mind, redirecting it away from the pain the body is experiencing. This is called creating a diversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I'm driving through the streets of London where frequently I come across road works or road blocks. However, with every road works or road blocks comes a 'diversion' sign - helping motorist to avoid the area. This situation also applies to my internal world. When my mind comes across a road block (emotional or mental), it is important to learn to follow the 'diversion' signs. If there isn't one in place then let me create one. If not, I would come to a halt either dwelling on the past, future or just trivial matters. So, I have to learn to recognise where to place those 'diversion' signs so that I don't end up meeting road blocks or worst falling into the pit of the road blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already feeling much better whilst writing this blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-932986036552742628?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/932986036552742628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=932986036552742628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/932986036552742628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/932986036552742628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/diversion.html' title='Diversion'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-5523829328909283271</id><published>2007-09-22T03:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:33:09.918Z</updated><title type='text'>We'll be back soon....</title><content type='html'>We've taken a holiday from the blogging world but not from the spiritual world. We're getting our acts back together after a very long break and we're definitely missing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tune and you'll have us back on full force!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-5523829328909283271?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5523829328909283271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=5523829328909283271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5523829328909283271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5523829328909283271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-be-back-soon.html' title='We&apos;ll be back soon....'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-1195534572291925253</id><published>2007-09-17T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:00:37.085Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #27</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there in the Midwest? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But all I see are these green rectangles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers "weeds" and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: Grass? But it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it -- sometimes twice a week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: No Sir. Just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: Now let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, Sir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: You aren't going to believe this Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: No. What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and to keep the soil moist and loose?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: And where do they get this mulch?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS&lt;/span&gt;: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: Enough. I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have they scheduled for us tonight?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. CATHERINE: &lt;/span&gt;"Dumb and Dumber", Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;: Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-1195534572291925253?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1195534572291925253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=1195534572291925253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1195534572291925253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1195534572291925253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-spiritual-joke-27.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #27'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-7935189871838476695</id><published>2007-05-28T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:15:04.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is a game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... and the winner of the game is the one who enjoys it in happiness at all times!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-7935189871838476695?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7935189871838476695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=7935189871838476695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7935189871838476695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7935189871838476695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-game.html' title='&lt;font color=yellow size=5 &gt;Life is a game...&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Gema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137607974448711743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-7559023965046965026</id><published>2007-05-09T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:22:18.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I was 'speaking' to my cousin yesterday - online via MSN - him in Singapore and me in London. I have always been fascinated by technology and how it has made the world a smaller place to be in... Anyway, we got into a rather interesting conversation and he thought I should blog our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation started of with a discussion on addiction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all addicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of addiction: something you are emotional or psychological dependent on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all addicted to one thing or another. It's not just substances (drugs, alcohol, tobacco...) either -  the 10secs or 10mins hit- that we're addicted to anymore. If you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;google &lt;/span&gt;the word 'addict' you get hits naming a mirad of different types of addiction that are out there - be it shopping, food, television shows or people. One that doesn't come up is the addiction to speaking. I think there are good number of people who are addicted to speaking. There are people who just love speaking about what goes on in other people's lives; there are those who just love talking about themselves and there are those who prefer to talk because they feel uncomfortable with silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the importance of language and words but if we are talking gibberish, gossiping, speaking hurtful words or just for the sake of talking then all we are doing is just wasting our energy. These types of conversations lead to nothing but exhaustion, a false sense of esteem and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when we use the right words at the right time is there power in our words. Those words will not only inspire others but help them grow and follow their own path.  This is clearly seen through out history with great people like Nelson Mandela and Mahatma Gandhi who have truly made an impact on many people's lives - just by them living to their words and values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-7559023965046965026?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7559023965046965026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=7559023965046965026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7559023965046965026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/7559023965046965026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/05/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-2232267529792050251</id><published>2007-05-02T07:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-02T07:12:08.024Z</updated><title type='text'>A nice way to live...</title><content type='html'>A little while ago I was attending a talk in London (you may have seen the summary of talks on '&lt;a href="http://letsgetspiritual.blogspot.com"&gt;Let's Get Spiritual&lt;/a&gt;', it was one of these!) and the speaker said something that really touched my heart. I can't remember the exact words but at that moment I felt my mind opening up towards something new. To a different way of seeing life that could really make a difference to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She related facts about a friend of hers' who always seemed to find herself in places (quite often work places or events) where people feel hopeless or even depressed. At that moment I caught myself thinking; well maybe it's because she is a bit depressed herself that she attracts these types of situations &amp; people... (we are so quick to draw conclusions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a completely different take on it though- she realised that the reason why she often found herself in these situations was because she is really good at giving hope to people! These situations were opportunities for her to express her specialities!! I thought to myself: "Wah, this is an amazing awareness. If each one of us were to think &amp;amp; act in this way there would be world transformation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I am quite far away from mastering this headspace, it's so much easier to say: "Why is this always happening to me?,  Why can't I have what this person has, What have I done to deserve this situation?, How bad must I be... ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have started to practise this awareness though I found that situations can be triggers that actually have the potential to awaken our specialities. Two questions kept coming up for me. "Do I recognise that life is there to help me?" and "Do I acknowledge my specialities?" As I kept realigning myself to these questions I found myself starting to enjoy life 10 times more, and 100 times more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-2232267529792050251?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2232267529792050251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=2232267529792050251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/2232267529792050251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/2232267529792050251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/05/nice-way-to-live.html' title='A nice way to live...'/><author><name>Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361662450977513298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-1862795009411561197</id><published>2007-04-30T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:44:39.667Z</updated><title type='text'>being re-planted...</title><content type='html'>On a more positive note…things changed today. – I re-planted a plant in a bigger pot…and as I took the plant out of the old small pot…I saw all the roots so tightly woven together…wanting to branch out but with not enough space to do so. Re-planting it felt like I was being re-planted – giving myself more space to breath and stretch and it felt such a relief. Today was a relief. – I had time to do the things that were pending…Connected with being busy – this week was not the greatest…Things happened and internally I held onto the conversations, the reactions and most of the all the feelings. I’m aware that I rush in my mind…jumping from one thing to the next – and today my mind stopped. My day started with meditation and a class at a meditation centre. I got home at noon and did cleaning, then I went for a walk I Hyde park, then I went to do some grocery shopping, then I re-planted the plant in the new pot that I had bought and filled it with new compost. Next I made banana muffins and prepared the ingredients to make bread tomorrow, then I made dinner, then I sat for meditation in the evening…plus throughout the day I did three loads of laundry. At 8pm my flatmate came back with and had brought a beautiful plant with her which she’s just now planting into a pot that we have on the balcony…She just said: it’s amazing timing that you bought compost today…By the way I’m the last person to look after plants – they tend to die on me unfortunately…but I’m determined for a bit of change. I have to be honest and say that tonight was the first time in a long time that I sat and my mind was quiet…restful and it is still restful. In my evening meditation the thought came: why am I here?…Is it to run around working for ordinary things or am I here to offer something of some value?…Just recently I attended a talk and the speaker shared…that to serve is to give peace and happiness. This is what I want to do…this is how I want to live…this is what I want to create inside. Well, it’s Sunday and it’s easy to think in this way – my aim this week is to carry it through – to work on another level…a level of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-1862795009411561197?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1862795009411561197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=1862795009411561197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1862795009411561197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1862795009411561197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/04/being-re-planted.html' title='being re-planted...'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-2676829477192341613</id><published>2007-04-30T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:42:16.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone too busy?</title><content type='html'>Is anyone too busy?….I’ve been thinking…Why am I always rushing against time?…I heard sometime ago that being busy is a sign of laziness…and this somehow rings true for me, but knowing this hasn’t inspired me to change the busy syndrome…One thing is for sure that although life may feel busy, I can say that I do enjoy it…Still I do sometimes wish that I had more time on my hands to do what I want/need to do. Recently even blogging became too much…I didn’t have the time and yes life was busy, but I think there is something in developing the art of doing more in less time. Do I waste time?…Well, probably at times – well, I think others reading this will have a chuckle, my 5mins are usually 15-20mins if you’re lucky. If I’m working on the computer trying to finish a design or write up a report my 5mins can easily turn into an hour…On the other hand if there is a deadline I can usually meet it. I remember once when I was in art school and we had assignments that were due, someone told me (at the time I didn’t understand what he was talking about) that I have a very good sense of timing (no laughing if anyone is reading this that knows meJ). I do tend to manage everything in time, but just on time…and do I feel stressed? do I feel stretched?…Well, yes…I am not exactly displaying self mastery at these times…Sometimes it means I stay up late just to get the work done on time…and most of all I tend to drag everyone else into the late nights…My flatmate recently jokingly said in passing: remind me never to work with you…So what is it that I need to change?…Do I want to change?... This is the real key question? I have to say I quite like my process of working…I enjoy the feeling of having pushed myself…and the sense of achievement it gives – Is this good from a spiritual perspective? Probably not…Today I had the thought that… this week I’m going to do another kind of work and that is to take more time in the evening to meditate…so that my clarity of thinking develops and my intellect becomes sharper…As only then do I think I will really be able to save time and use time in a worthwhile way…It is also easy for me to take this time right now as I don’t have any pressing deadlines…At least I should take this opportunity to build a reserve inside so that when I am faced with deadlines it might be possible to tap into an alternate way of working. Let’s see. Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-2676829477192341613?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2676829477192341613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=2676829477192341613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/2676829477192341613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/2676829477192341613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-anyone-too-busy.html' title='Is anyone too busy?'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-1169230346853113784</id><published>2007-04-25T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:11:04.976Z</updated><title type='text'>The mouse story</title><content type='html'>A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the cow and said, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap -- alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*extract from en email sent by to me by a good friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-1169230346853113784?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1169230346853113784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=1169230346853113784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1169230346853113784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1169230346853113784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/04/mouse-story.html' title='The mouse story'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-957484991268248379</id><published>2007-04-18T08:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:19:10.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Just be me</title><content type='html'>I've just returned from a trip I made to India for some quiet moments of reflection and meditation. I always find India such a unique place for solitude, despite the mayhem and chaos which the country offers. Everytime I visit India it is as though it is my first visit and each time I find myself fascinated by the culture, religion,  people, noise, language and lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in the East with a mixture of both Eastern and Western values (influences of upbringing, culture, family, TV/Media and colonialism). When I was a kid I used to reject the Eastern values I was taught preferring to be more 'Western' - I would prefer to speak and read in English rather than my own native tongue; to watch Hollywood movies and American / English sitcoms and to listen to music by American / English artists on my walkman. Never once did I ask myself - what's wrong with being me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after embarking on this journey of spirituality I have come to accept whatever I'm 'made of' - be it externally or internally. The day I stopped resisting was the day I started being who I am meant to be. I begun to like myself more and see my own potential instead of trying to be someone I'm clearly was not. Otherwise I am not only living in someone else's shadow but I also lose my own integrity and pride by doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this time in India, I came to understand that I should stop using my head and start letting things be as they are and as they should be. Destiny has greater plans and 'I' should not get in her way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-957484991268248379?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/957484991268248379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=957484991268248379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/957484991268248379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/957484991268248379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-be-me.html' title='Just be me'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-5785329136439761982</id><published>2007-03-22T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:24:07.154Z</updated><title type='text'>Does God exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;By definition, an atheist is a person who does not believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;So, if God didn’t exist we wouldn’t be able to define an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;In short, if God didn’t exist, there would be no atheists!&lt;br /&gt;However, atheists exist, so… well, the conclusion is obvious:-)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-5785329136439761982?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5785329136439761982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=5785329136439761982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5785329136439761982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5785329136439761982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/03/does-god-exist.html' title='&lt;font color=#FFFF00&gt;Does God exist?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Gema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137607974448711743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-6522608639317024338</id><published>2007-03-20T09:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:31:35.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Travelling light</title><content type='html'>I went to the coast last weekend to work on a project and a friend of mine  asked me to collect some pebbles for her whilst I was  down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to fulfil the request, on the way back I walked down to the beach to pick up some pebbles. The car was parked a fare bit  away and my neck and shoulders were aching from carrying the pebbles by the  time I got back to it. These were just pebbles and  were surprisingly heavier than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home I thought to myself: we carry so many types  of ‘pebbles’ around with us be they past hurts, emotional  traumas, fears, worries or negativities. It doesn’t matter how  much these 'pebbles' strain and burden our mind or heart we still  hold on to them, carrying them around giving us a false sense of  security within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the strain on my body just carrying those pebbles for 15mins. So what kind of impact are these negativities and emotional burdens having on us when we carry them around around 24/7? No wonder we are tired, angry, disappointed and unhappy with life! We drown ourselves looking for quick-fixes and indulgences to temporarily wipe out the heaviness of the burden we experience. Unfortunately the happiness and love we attain from externalities never lasts and even bring more disappointing after they go. They come like a spark and then leave us with nothing to hang on to and we end up looking for more and more until it completely drain us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to learn that I have to be selective about what I choose to carry in my mind and heart. My mind and heart are sacred to me. Let me begin to store only good feelings and vision and drop all the other 'pebbles' and I can start 'travelling' light again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-6522608639317024338?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6522608639317024338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=6522608639317024338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/6522608639317024338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/6522608639317024338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/03/travelling-light.html' title='Travelling light'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-4788401917807681742</id><published>2007-03-19T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:03:09.841Z</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Feedback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sorry for my long absence from this beautiful  site…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was wondering why people shy away from giving  honest, clear and useful feedback at wor&lt;b&gt;k&lt;/b&gt; since it is so important that we understand what is going well or not so well – and what is expected or not from us. Otherwise it becomes hard to improve and when crisis comes guess who is the first one out the door? Interestingly, having been on both sides of the equation (giving and receiving feedback) I noticed that the fear factor is as high for those who are giving as for those who are receiving feedback. It does not need to be like that though. Establishing a relationship of trust is key, which may take some time to develop. However I have found that one can have a very good time giving/receiving feedback even if it means addressing one's own/someone’s weak performance. It just takes a little practice, as follows: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TO GIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; FEEDBACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think and rehearse what you will say, check the tone of your voice and your body language (practice in front of a mirror and put yourself into the other person’s shoes to see what 'message' you are giving out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give practical examples of the behaviour you are talking about (positive or not so), mentioning real situations when you saw that person do that/ or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Check yourself: what is your intention in giving this feedback? What do you want to accomplish? Are you being honest, i.e. giving feedback in such a way that it empowers the other person to progress? Are your words gentle, clear, loving (even if the subject is unpleasant)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TO RECEIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; FEEDBACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Check yourself: have you been doing your work with honesty? Do you deeply respect your colleagues? What kind of ‘energy’ do you believe you bring to your work environment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now check your performance: do you deliver your assignments on time and to high standards? Do you ‘walk the extra mile’ or ‘barely do the minimum necessary and out the door’? What is your attitude at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you are not doing your best, acknowledge it, understand the reason for it (do you not value your work? your time? ) and then decide: do you want to change this situation? If yes, then when/if you receive an unpleasant feedback, you are ready to accept, you have prepared what you will say -- and you can move on. If not, then try to see what would make you be enthusiastic -- and create that in your work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TO BOTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; PARTIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now prepare yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sit down quietly  in a clean, nice, place where you can be left in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still your mind (tell yourself: “I will sit here for 5-10 minutes and for that time I will only think what I choose to. Any other thoughts that may come are ok, but I will ask them to return after those 5-10 mins". Keep doing this again and again until your mind is still and focused).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then be present –  feel your physical presence in that place, every muscle, every organ, every cell  of your body in the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then go beyond your physical presence – reconnect with your real self, the eternal self, and allow feelings of peace to emerge: "my original nature is peace"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you have  enjoyed a silent, peaceful experience, you are ready to visualise the ‘feedback’  encounter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See it going very well – visualise the meeting happening in a light, calm, respectful manner; visualise both you and the other person covered in a white light of peace, sharing a nice experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember: if you are giving feedback about someone’s weaknesses or talking about their mistakes, make sure to criticise the act, not the ‘actor’. And if you are receiving unpleasant feedback, remember that you are not those acts, you are the ‘actor’ -- and you can always improve or change your part! Also never let that affect your self-esteem. Know how much you are worth: a lot!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-4788401917807681742?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4788401917807681742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=4788401917807681742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/4788401917807681742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/4788401917807681742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/03/importance-of-feedback.html' title='The Importance of Feedback'/><author><name>BOL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538576991198152726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-8426956444289512002</id><published>2007-03-05T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:27:27.015Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the kid's world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, "Take only one, God is watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. Moving through the line a boy wrote another note to leave by the cookies, "Take all you want, God is watching the apples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;A kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they drew. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's artwork. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."The teacher paused and said, "but no one knows what God looks like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing the girl replied, "They will in a minute." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-8426956444289512002?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8426956444289512002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=8426956444289512002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8426956444289512002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/8426956444289512002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/03/monday-spiritual-joke-26.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #26'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-5075084562240768997</id><published>2007-02-27T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:09:02.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Rules for being human</title><content type='html'>1. You will receive a body. You may like it, or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around. So learn to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full time informal school called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. Each day in this school you have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think they are irrelevant and stupid. So learn to like the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error and experimentation. The 'failed' experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately 'works'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A lesson is repeated until learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go to the next lesson. Periodically, the lesson will be represented to see if you still remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learnt. If no lessons is being presented, it is likely that you are no longer alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 'There' is no better than 'here'. When your 'there' has become a 'here', you will simply acquire another 'there'. That will again look better than 'here'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Others are simply mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you make of them is up to you; the choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your answers lie inside you. The answers to life's questions lie inside you. All you have to do is look, listen and trust yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You will forget all this. That fact is itself a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-An email extraction from a friend-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-5075084562240768997?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5075084562240768997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=5075084562240768997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5075084562240768997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/5075084562240768997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/02/rules-for-being-human.html' title='Rules for being human'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-1612989653799714158</id><published>2007-02-26T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:02:40.147Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSn0FDQLLtU/ReQcVdEGO4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a5-Yu5XU7QI/s1600-h/meeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSn0FDQLLtU/ReQcVdEGO4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a5-Yu5XU7QI/s320/meeting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036181438211701634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSn0FDQLLtU/ReQcyNEGO5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0Uvtb4spJnM/s1600-h/philosophy-practical-uses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PSn0FDQLLtU/ReQcyNEGO5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0Uvtb4spJnM/s320/philosophy-practical-uses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036181932132940690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSn0FDQLLtU/ReQdDtEGO6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/D8BSEBrymEs/s1600-h/panda500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PSn0FDQLLtU/ReQdDtEGO6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/D8BSEBrymEs/s320/panda500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036182232780651426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;images courtesy of  &lt;a href="http://www.chrismadden.co.uk/"&gt;www.chrismadden.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-1612989653799714158?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1612989653799714158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=1612989653799714158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1612989653799714158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/1612989653799714158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/02/monday-spiritual-joke-25.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #25'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PSn0FDQLLtU/ReQcVdEGO4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/a5-Yu5XU7QI/s72-c/meeting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-117010262847738294</id><published>2007-01-29T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:30:28.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Mind the Gap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5840/2349/1600/930857/junctionthis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5840/2349/400/968877/junctionthis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is like Clapham Junction sometimes! Different trains to different places and all dragging a long queue of carriages behind them.&lt;br /&gt;If a train is to Brighton all the following carriages go to Brighton, right? It is the same with my thoughts I’ve recently realised.&lt;br /&gt;Something unpleasant happens and that first carriage drags a long queue of following carriages with grey curtains along with it. These curtains don’t allow me to enjoy the scenes of life, as I can’t see them. Also it’s like a bullet train and is generally going backwards- to the past!&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough if something pleasant determines the starting thought then all the following thoughts are of the same quality. A first class train and with no curtains to block out the scenes outside, going slowly along you can enjoy the journey, and all this is happening without effort!&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking the first train most of this life and it has left me discontent and discontentment has brought the same train back again and again. It is like being on a ring tour: same route, going nowhere different and coming back to where it started!!&lt;br /&gt;- “Hey, you have got to do something about this feeling of exhaustion. At the end of the day it is you who choose which train to jump on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- “How do I become clear and attentive and stand on the right platform to catch the right train?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;keep a gratitude diary&lt;/span&gt;. To thank God -or whoever it was that was holding my hand when I was in trouble- for one thing every day from the heart so that I could see those first class trains and carriages more around me.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I have been travelling mainly first class recently!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-117010262847738294?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/117010262847738294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=117010262847738294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/117010262847738294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/117010262847738294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/01/mind-gap.html' title='Mind the Gap!'/><author><name>Funky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481932566015907654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116964889876923100</id><published>2007-01-24T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:02:56.692Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;INSTALLING LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer Service:&lt;/span&gt; Can you install Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;I can do that. I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready to install now. What do I do first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I have, but there are several programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; What programs are running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Let me see� I have Pasthurt.exe, Lowesteem.exe, Grudge.exe and Resentment.com running right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service: &lt;/span&gt;No problem. Love will automatically erase Pasthurt.exe from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually overwrite Lowesteem.exe with a module of its own, called Highesteem.exe. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge.exe and Resentment.com. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you turn those off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke Forgiveness.exe. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge.exe and Resentment.com have been completely erased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I'm done. Love has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; Yes it is. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your Heart. Do you see that message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I do. Is it completely installed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts to get the upgrades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Oops� I have an error message already. What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; What does the message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; It says "Error 412. Program not run on internal components." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What does that mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry, that's a common problem. It means that the Love program is set up to run on external Hearts but has not yet been running on your Heart. It is one of those complicated programming things, but in non-technical terms it means that you have to 'love' your own machine before it can 'love' others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; So what should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; Can you find the directory called 'Self-acceptance'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; Excellent, you are getting good at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; You're welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them to the 'Myheart' directory: Forgiveself.doc, Selfesteem.txt, Realizeworth.txt and Goodness.doc. The system will overwrite conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Selfcriticize.exe from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Got it! Wow! My Heart is filling up with really neat files. Smile.mpg is playing on my monitor right now, and it shows that Warmth.com, Peace.exe and Contentment.com are copying themselves all over my Heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; Then Love is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing before I go�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service: &lt;/span&gt;Love is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you are meeting. They will in turn share it with other people, and they will return some really neat modules back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Customer:&lt;/span&gt; I will. Thank you for your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service:&lt;/span&gt; You're very welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116964889876923100?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116964889876923100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116964889876923100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116964889876923100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116964889876923100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-spiritual-joke-24.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #24'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116680575701281469</id><published>2006-12-22T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:00:01.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Write a letter to the true Santa Claus - try it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/865/2322/1600/435803/write%20a%20letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/865/2322/320/250358/write%20a%20letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently wrote a short letter to God, it was about my relationship with him and what I wanted for myself, (not on a physical level on a spiritual level). I noticed how much power it gave me and also how much power it has given me to act how I really want to act (to say goodbye to excuses!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was reflecting on my spirtual journey, and when I have the courage of our my convictions and share that with the One and only, I recieve a lot, I wanted to blog about this because its such a hidden source, when we become aware, life and our self awareness opens up to bring us closer to our potential - this has been my experience. My suggestion is try it and if you would like to share how you get on, I would be a very open and listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116680575701281469?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116680575701281469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116680575701281469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116680575701281469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116680575701281469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/12/write-letter-to-true-santa-claus-try.html' title='Write a letter to the true Santa Claus - try it!'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116548652028494444</id><published>2006-12-07T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:48:52.200Z</updated><title type='text'>Crossed fingers or an open mind to learning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/865/2322/1600/250883/crossed%20fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/865/2322/320/985054/crossed%20fingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking how most people believe that "everything will be alright in the end". I have held onto this belief all my life. Recently at a retreat in India I became aware of this belief and felt quite attached to it. Another thing that became very apparent whilst I was there was, how it is not just in the end that everything will be alright but that it can be all the time if I am open to embrace the opportunities coming my way. I had to ask myself, am I holding onto anything in this moment: an idea, a belief, a preconceived idea of the response the person I am speaking to will give - I noticed if I think like this that I miss out on the magic of life because I am trying to shape life rather than allow life to bring out the best in me and&lt;br /&gt;give me its gifts along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116548652028494444?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116548652028494444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116548652028494444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116548652028494444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116548652028494444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/12/crossed-fingers-or-open-mind-to.html' title='Crossed fingers or an open mind to learning?'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116524878446460048</id><published>2006-12-04T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:28:33.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Could we all be ANGELS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/24/2301/1600/988533/Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/24/2301/320/929761/Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Not so long ago I drove to Oxford with a friend. On the way back, the traffic was moving smoothly and we were driving pretty fast. Whilst we were overtaking in the fast lane the front tyre punctured and burst into pieces. As I wasn’t sure what was happening I naturally started reducing speed and tried to get into the slow lane. However the traffic in the other lanes was already going much faster than us and they wouldn’t let me pull over. So we ended up having to stop in the fast lane on a major UK motorway- with the hazard lights on. It was quite scary being surrounded by cars passing us by at 90miles/hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, from nowhere a man appeared and volunteered to drive my car across the motorway. He managed to stop the traffic, move my car to the hard shoulder, get back into his car and disappear with the speed he appeared at in the first place, before we even had a chance to thank him. Incredible! We felt that some kind of an angel saw that we were in trouble, came with no introduction, helped us out of the trouble and left without a trace…(exactly what angels do!) … well, apart from my car having been safely parked on the edge of the motorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have easily driven by us in the same way as everyone else did… however he decided to behave like an angel and decided to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what the world would be like if we all decided to behave like angels right here and right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116524878446460048?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116524878446460048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116524878446460048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116524878446460048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116524878446460048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/12/could-we-all-be-angels.html' title='Could we all be &lt;font color=white&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANGELS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;?'/><author><name>Gema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137607974448711743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116464343636436937</id><published>2006-11-27T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:03:14.610Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;A priest, a minister and a guru sat discussing the best positions for prayer while a telephone repairman worked nearby. "Kneeling is definitely the best way to pray," the priest said.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;"No," said the minister. "I get the best results standing with my hands outstretched to Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;"You're both wrong," the guru said. "The most effective prayer position is lying down on the floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repairman could contain himself no longer. "Hey, fellas," he interrupted, "The best prayin' I ever did was when I was hangin' upside down from a telephone pole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116464343636436937?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116464343636436937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116464343636436937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116464343636436937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116464343636436937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday-spiritual-joke-23.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #23'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116448640934253237</id><published>2006-11-25T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:29:34.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Giving HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>I have just come back from India. My time was packed with amazing experiences. One such sweet experience happened one day whilst I was having lunch when an Indian family (quite numerous) passed by our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotting my friend and I sitting at the table they asked us with a lot of enthusiasm if we would mind if they took their photo with us. I am not very much into being photographed, so in my mind my initial reaction was “Oh, not again!”. I mostly tend to agree to this kind of thing but not very willingly. My feelings must have shown on my face as it invoked a comment from the neighbouring table: “This is your opportunity to give happiness, are you going to miss it?” Within a fraction of a second my attitude turned around by 180 degrees. I immediately became enthusiastic about fulfilling their wish and "that" photograph is the evidence for it:-)! The father of the family thanked us and added: “We will remember this until the end of our lives”. I know it might sound over the top, but these were the exact words he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often we can make someone very happy with such little effort. I almost missed my opportunity, just because I don’t like being photographed. I am glad I didn’t miss it though and that was thanks to the person sitting at the neighbouring table. Thank you, I hope we meet again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116448640934253237?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116448640934253237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116448640934253237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116448640934253237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116448640934253237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/giving-happiness.html' title='&lt;font color=white&gt;Giving HAPPINESS&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Gema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137607974448711743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116431767890027338</id><published>2006-11-23T21:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:34:38.903Z</updated><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/4040/1600/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4794/4040/320/IMG_0626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early one morning and&lt;br /&gt;rushed into the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems just tumbled about me,&lt;br /&gt;heavier came each task.&lt;br /&gt;"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "You didn't ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty, but&lt;br /&gt;the day toiled on, gray and bleak.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why God didn't show me.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You didn't seek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to come into God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;I used all my keys at the lock.&lt;br /&gt;God gently and lovingly chided,&lt;br /&gt;"My child, you didn't knock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning and&lt;br /&gt;paused before entering the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish,&lt;br /&gt;I had to take time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By A. Grant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116431767890027338?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116431767890027338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116431767890027338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116431767890027338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116431767890027338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/difference_23.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361662450977513298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116414334706415813</id><published>2006-11-21T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:09:07.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Waiting at the Bus Stop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4367/2321/1600/192907/clarity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4367/2321/200/648266/clarity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other morning - it was early, but for many it was the end of a long night out! - I was waiting at the bus stop to go to the meditation centre for morning class and there were these two teenagers, well they might even have been in their 20s...One was playing the wise one, he may even have been a bit older, and the other was completely rebelling against the system/the world. I think that both of them had had a few too many drinks but still were having a constructive conversation. The one rebelling looked like he was on his way to work and he was sharing with his friend about how he didn't care about work, and that for him he was there to do the work, get paid and leave and so it didn't matter if his wasn't clear in the mind. The undercurrent was that he felt that the world/system was corrupt and so he was consciously not buying into it. The wiser one suggested to him that there was another option, being that he could also enjoy work...He said: that if you're not clear in the head and 'don't care' how will you be able to offer something of value? I only caught about 5mins of the conversation before my bus came...the beauty of the conversation - even though it was very clear that neither one of them was willing to listen to the other - was how they were trying to express themselves and stand up for something which for them was their truth, and neither one was willing to compromise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say just one thing to the rebel...'the world needs your clarity'...but the thought came too late - I was already sitting in the bus. I'm sure, in time, he'll come to the same conclusion himself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116414334706415813?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116414334706415813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116414334706415813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116414334706415813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116414334706415813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-at-bus-stop.html' title='Waiting at the Bus Stop...'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116410130949835238</id><published>2006-11-21T09:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:03:30.376Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #22</title><content type='html'>A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer. Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want."The Lord said, "Your request is very materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that would honor and glorify me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, "Lord, I wish that I could understand my wife. I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says, "nothing's wrong" and how I can make a woman truly happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116410130949835238?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116410130949835238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116410130949835238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116410130949835238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116410130949835238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday-spiritual-joke-22.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #22'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116358445978895857</id><published>2006-11-15T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:24:29.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Go on - make your day!</title><content type='html'>I was walking in Central London yesterday and was running late for an appointment. Whilst standing at the traffic light waiting for the 'little green man' to alight, I saw a well-dressed elderly lady on the other side of the road who seemed a little lost. Many people hurrily walked pass her when she approached them including a tall gentleman who had his hand up to indicate he didn't have time for her. However, I continued to watch her maintain the same smile on her face unaffected by the responses of the people (that's what I call wisdom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the 'little green man' came alight, I started crossing the road and met her at the side of the road. Our eyes met and there was no way I could have pretended not to see her. She then asked me with a warm and gentle voice whether I knew the way to British Museum. I explained briefly to her how to get there and the roads she needed to look out for. She then thanked me and I felt such genuine gratefulness in her voice. She made my day. As it turned out, the person whom I was meeting was running late anyway. At least I had a good excuse for being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I get so caught up in my own affairs and wrapped up in my own little world that I become self-centred, which eventually stops my 'heart' from growing and sharing. So, why can't we stop for a few moments to say hi and acknowledge another human being with a genuine smile - wouldn't it make your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116358445978895857?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116358445978895857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116358445978895857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116358445978895857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116358445978895857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/go-on-make-your-day.html' title='Go on - make your day!'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116358259103600660</id><published>2006-11-15T09:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:03:52.724Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patient: My irregular heartbeat is really frightening me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor: Don't worry, we'll put a stop to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116358259103600660?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116358259103600660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116358259103600660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116358259103600660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116358259103600660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday-spiritual-joke-21.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #21'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116341214573410727</id><published>2006-11-13T09:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:02:25.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Home</title><content type='html'>I have just come back from traveling  extensively.  To travel is always nice.  In a way, it served to bring me back home inside, to touch base with who I really am, as my normal reference points were not there.  So that was beautiful and allowed me to have many insights.  One of them, the most practical of all, was that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I only have 25 days holiday per year&lt;br /&gt;-- one year has 365 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not afford to find inner beauty only on 25 out of 365 days of the year… which means that I need to create some newness and forge ‘inner trips’ whilst sitting here in my office.  To find ‘food for thought’ and train my eyes to see the magic of everyday life.  To be a guest, a constant traveler… one who is not attached to anything and yet appreciates everything – and has FUN with it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116341214573410727?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116341214573410727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116341214573410727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116341214573410727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116341214573410727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/traveling-home.html' title='Traveling Home'/><author><name>BOL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538576991198152726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116297789775907445</id><published>2006-11-08T09:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:31:55.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/200/awakening.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; few days ago I visited a friend who lives outside of london - it's amazing how people who have had many experiences, look to be living the high life tend to lose the sense of simplicity and appreciation - the ego is much more at the forefront. In comparison my friend...she is from an older generation, illiterate and her appreciation of everything was quite mind blowing. We were reflecting on life and at one point I asked the question &lt;em&gt;'how often do we have a thought that we've never had before?&lt;/em&gt;...my friends eyes opened up wide like a childs' and very enthusiastically said 'I have - right now!' I asked what it was and she said ' where is the mind?' Amazing I thought...it was because of appreciation, an open mind and a willingness to learn that this thought came to her for the first time. I thought: this is what awakening is...it's when the ego falls...&lt;em&gt;how often do we dare to ask the questions that could shift our reality?&lt;/em&gt;...she was and it was beautiful to witness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116297789775907445?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116297789775907445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116297789775907445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116297789775907445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116297789775907445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/awakening.html' title='Awakening'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116250122549562434</id><published>2006-11-02T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:29:21.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Reading Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/1600/clown%201.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/200/clown%201.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On two occasions within this past week - whilst chatting with people... judging by their expressions I was convinced that I knew what was going on in their minds...but I was completely wrong. On both occasions I was convinced that their expressions were negative but in fact their experiences were overwhelmingly positive. How could I be so wrong in my judgement?  It's happening to me more frequently these days that I scan someone's face or I hold a certain impression and find I am thinking 'are they listening', 'is what I am saying making sense to them ', or 'they really aren't interested'...these thoughts come like flashes into my mind but they influence both my experience as well as my responses to them...It's along the same lines as I was sharing in the 'Success Ruler' blog, where I found myself judging too quickly...it's as though my whole perception is focused outside rather than inside. Is there a time and place to read faces...or should we just get on with the job and simply play our part with 100% confidence? Part of me is convinced that even in a business deal if I maintain my confidence and trust myself - others will adjust to my state of mind (facial expressions!!!) instead of the other way around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116250122549562434?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116250122549562434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116250122549562434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116250122549562434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116250122549562434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/11/reading-faces.html' title='Reading Faces'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116229730291676371</id><published>2006-10-31T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:04:05.398Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A father was approached by his small son, who told him proudly, "I know what the Bible means!"&lt;br /&gt;His father smiled and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;replied, "What do you mean, you 'know' what the Bible means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son replied, "I do know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Okay," said his father. "So, son, what does the Bible mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That's easy, Daddy. It stands for '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;asic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nstructions &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;eaving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;arth.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116229730291676371?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116229730291676371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116229730291676371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116229730291676371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116229730291676371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-spiritual-joke-20.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #20'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116224108752796977</id><published>2006-10-30T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:51:38.900Z</updated><title type='text'>to be PREDICTABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/1600/predictable.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/200/predictable.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently heard that if there is fear inside of you, it's a sign of some form of dishonesty. Just recently I've been discovering the relationship between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky as I spend each morning at a meditation centre and so all those who are there - even the atmosphere itself- very quickly become a mirror for what needs changing inside. Related to fear and dishonesty a few years ago, on one of my first trips to a retreat centre in India, one of the meditation teachers shared that fear is connected to ego and the need to 'take' from an individual or situation, it's in fact a selfish motive. This was a very liberating idea for me at the time because when you are in the experience of 'fear' you feel a victim and that it is the other person who is making you feel vulnerable, but the fear in fact is self-created. I realised that the cleaner one becomes, the fuller one feels inside...as the more ego falls and humility grows and I can begin to live life free from the subtle fears that often stop us from being who we are. I realised that I needed to work deeply on myself - I need to create that level of honesty inside that makes me clean and clear...transparent. For this I need to start today and check...is there that much integrity and cleanliness inside that whatever I think...is the same as I what I say...is the same as what I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes to be too predictable is considered to be ordinary but I'm starting to like this idea of being predictable...so that those who know me can guess what I would think/say/do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear, dishonesty, selfishness - these are the things that make us unpredictable not only to others but to ourselves also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116224108752796977?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116224108752796977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116224108752796977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116224108752796977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116224108752796977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-be-predictable.html' title='to be PREDICTABLE'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116221215582105578</id><published>2006-10-30T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:49:25.130Z</updated><title type='text'>TRUST - a new perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/865/2322/1600/take_my_hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/865/2322/320/take_my_hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust - is the word that has been echoing in my mind for the last few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am beginning to think Trust is a gorgeous word - look how beautiful it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was reflecting on my relationship with this word and how it's beginning to&lt;br /&gt;change. Sometimes it's easy to trust. If we are feeling good inside it's easy and&lt;br /&gt;difficult if there is resistance. Here's a new perspective on TRUST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The T makes you strong like a tree&lt;br /&gt;The R takes you on an interesting journey&lt;br /&gt;The U is a place to rest, inside&lt;br /&gt;The S lets you flow like a river&lt;br /&gt;The T makes you an embodiment of strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116221215582105578?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116221215582105578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116221215582105578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116221215582105578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116221215582105578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/trust-new-perspective.html' title='TRUST - a new perspective'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116170274362479411</id><published>2006-10-24T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T04:16:42.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Relationships at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/865/2322/1600/optical_fibres.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/865/2322/200/optical_fibres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I had a call from a colleague - Alex - who is currently experiencing pressure at work and now in addition I was imposing more. On listening to her I could hear Alex's frustrations bubbling away. From my perspective it wasn't a big change, from her perspective it was a big deal (and I was a possible scape goat). I could appreciate where she was coming from having been in similar situations. I empathised with her, "I can appreciate how you are feeling." I wasn't just saying it, I could. I have felt like that, it was from the heart. However, I needed to share the details and reasons for the situation that were not being considered by Alex. I could see as an observer that the change externally was just emphasising what needed to change inside her. Any stress we experience is a messenger to change something inside ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I reflected, everyday we have so much to learn from each other and from ourselves. My lesson was to be the listener, to be understanding, loving and open. It was also to be ultimately firm and to not let myself be affected by the frustrations that were being aired. My part was to be someone who could empathise, offer solutions and different perspectives. Ultimately it was not me though who could not make the change for her to feel better about the situation, only Alex has that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116170274362479411?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116170274362479411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116170274362479411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116170274362479411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116170274362479411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/relationships-at-work.html' title='Relationships at Work'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116160087060592780</id><published>2006-10-23T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:04:17.893Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A Recently Spotted Bumper Sticker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Witches' parking only. All others will be toad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116160087060592780?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116160087060592780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116160087060592780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116160087060592780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116160087060592780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-spiritual-joke-19.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #19'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116160071301104861</id><published>2006-10-23T10:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:51:53.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Temporary living</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been almost 3 months now that my husband and I have been staying with his parents due to our "house situation". Before we moved in I said to myself: remember that this is just a temporary arrangement. It seems that carrying this awareness: that it is just TEMPORARY, has helped me tremendously. Knowing that this situation is not permanent and that it would soon change I felt able to say: I am going to make the best out of this situation and take this  time to get to know them better. I cannot say that there have been no disagreements whatsoever but knowing this is 'temporary' I'm able to put the negative feelings aside, rekindle the relationship and learn to appreciate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When thinking on a deeper level... this may be applied to everything. If I look at every situation, every opportunity and every person as being temporary, then I would see that every situation is a chance to learn something  take up every opportunity that I've been given and appreciate the other person I'm with. It is only when I feel that I'm stuck in a situation or with someone do I stop living in the present and start to live in the question box of 'why, what and how'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, I have to say the awareness is not always there but at least I have had a glimpse of it and know that I'm now a step closer to opening my perspective to life and learning to see the positivity in every situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116160071301104861?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116160071301104861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116160071301104861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116160071301104861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116160071301104861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/temporary-living.html' title='Temporary living'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116135957945333215</id><published>2006-10-20T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:36:21.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Success Ruler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/1600/ruler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/200/ruler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The past week has been an interesting one - one that I'm still making sense of or trying to get my head around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to give a presentation to a group of individuals - it was set in a corporate environment, outside of london (both of which I was not used to). In the past, I never imagined that I would be doing 'public speaking' but life has it that it occasionally puts me in 'stretching' situations:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short - the presentation didn't go very well and it's only because I picked up one person's criticism in the room and I allowed it to influence me. On the train ride back, I didn't feel great about the presentation and was reflecting on why it wasn't successful...I was measuring the success of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later I was speaking to a colleague and she said something quite interesting...she had to do a similar presentation somewhere else and I asked her how it went and she said that it's sometimes good not to measure an experience as good or bad but wherever you go you are simply planting seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planting seeds is an incognito process - the results may only be visible in a month or even a few years - one needs to plant with the good intention that ultimately a garden will emerge from those seeds. If I plant with hesitation - the wind will just blow the seeds away. So often we go into a situation expecting a certain standard or result or some form of 'praise' - which ultimately is the one thing that prevents us from maintaining our own integrity and dignity. Where there is self doubt (i.e. as a speaker) of any kind your success ruler will always be dependent on what others say or what you think, which is so often based on ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing not to measure one's success enables one to stay in control, stay free, enjoy the experience and move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116135957945333215?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116135957945333215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116135957945333215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116135957945333215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116135957945333215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/success-ruler.html' title='Success Ruler'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116118608972501540</id><published>2006-10-18T16:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:41:29.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Burn or take time out</title><content type='html'>If you throw a frog into boiling water – what will it do? Jump immediately out. If you throw a frog into cool water and then just continue to increase bit by bit the temperature… what will the frog do? The frog has an amazing capacity to adjust to the temperature of the water. Eventually the frog will die as the water reaches boiling but it is not the boiling water that kills the frog – it is its own temperature that does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of similarities with us. As we are part of a changing world… we continue to find ourselves adjusting and adjusting and adjusting. Adapting ourselves to our surroundings. Where does this so often leave us… burn out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it is important to learn to catch the signs of being stressed (mood swings, irritability, unable to focus the mind, not answering the phone…if I trip over things☺- these are all signs) so that I don’t have burn out. Learning to take time for reflection and set my own pace – where I am not influenced by my external surroundings but where I now can have influence over my surroundings in a positive way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116118608972501540?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116118608972501540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116118608972501540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116118608972501540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116118608972501540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/burn-or-take-time-out.html' title='Burn or take time out'/><author><name>Mo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361662450977513298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116108646685575203</id><published>2006-10-17T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:04:33.759Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.clicksor.com/serving/search4.php?q=lWL-.%FD%24%2C%25+%210%FD%FCbWL-%29%FE%23%2F%25&amp;q3=%5BQTY_U0pS%5B%F9icNeS_MqW0%24%7E%21%273%7B%27%29%21%7C%27&amp;amp;amp;amp;tl=a5a5ed4a4fe3219f&amp;pn=ad6c5005022a09ce&amp;amp;pid=40341&amp;sid=52636&amp;amp;curl=http%3A%2F%2Fsearch.UK.miva.com%2Fsearch%2Fredirector.asp%3Furl%3Dhttp%253a%252f%252fclk.atdmt.com%252fMCL%252fgo%252fspttnask0010012188mcl%252fdirect%252f01%252f%26bidid%3D1245954123%26searchguid%3D%25AB%2586%259C%2586%25B0%259A%25EF%25DA%25A6%258F%25EC%25BF%25C6%25F7%25F4%258D%25BF%25F9%25B9%25DC%25B9%25FB%25B7%25B0%25CD%25B2%2583%25C4%25E7%2586%259A%25E6%25BD%25FA%259E%259F%26domain%3DUK%26affiliateid%3D5940%26position%3D1%26keyword%3Dgrandpa%26ReferralURL%3D52636%26UserCountryOriginID%3D75%26searchdate%3D17%2BOct%2B2006%2B12%253a51%253a52%253a08&amp;cpx=cpc&amp;amp;sc=grandpa" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grandpa and his grandson were sitting reading when he asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Did God make you, Grandpa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Yes, God made me," the grandfather answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A few minutes later, the little boy asked him, "Did God make me too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Yes, He did," the older man answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; For a few minutes, the little boy seemed to be studying his grandpa, as well as his own reflection in the mirror, while his grandfather wondered what was running through his mind. At last he spoke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "You know, Grandpa," he said, "God's doing a lot better job lately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116108646685575203?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116108646685575203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116108646685575203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116108646685575203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116108646685575203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-spiritual-joke-18.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #18'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116100418789871864</id><published>2006-10-16T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-16T13:09:47.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Arteries of Communication - Successful Organisations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend was recently sharing with me the success of an organisation that she works in. She was saying how well it functions because everyone believes and respects the values of the organisation and chooses to live by them. The secret of its' success is that there are very clear and open lines of communication that run to its' hear (i.e. the people at the top). Another interesting aspect to this is, the people in the middle and at the bottom also have good communication, value and respect each other's roles and understand the importance of them in the bigger picture, and so recognise the importance of being transparent about everything with the top. They recognise that they are the ones who keep the arteries open to the heart of the organisation, so that there are no blocks and enable the organisation to function successfully – this leaves 'the heart' free to pump and flow its power around the organisation as there is mutual trust, love and respect. You can guess how successful it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116100418789871864?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116100418789871864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116100418789871864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116100418789871864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116100418789871864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/arteries-of-communication-successful_16.html' title='Arteries of Communication - Successful Organisations'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116078279449665552</id><published>2006-10-13T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:52:53.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Power of Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/1600/GBU_029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/320/GBU_029.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the past week I've become more and more aware of the power of thought  - and of how when you consciously create and choose to sustain that thought how you begin to create a new reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound superficial  as I am not someone who has ever been interested in  I'm not really one to think about earning lots of money (this thought was/is in fact my hindrance) but I decided a few days ago to change my thinking towards money - it was as if I started to just change the feeling I had towards it...I felt my consciousness expanding and that I was ready for a new period of growth and to welcome a new sense of abundance. Today I received a call from my manager, he told me that he would be giving me a raise...I said that the organisation (which is a charity) didn't have enough money to afford to be giving me a pay rise, but he said that this is irrelevant and that I should be paid more for the work that I'm doing. I have to say I was quite stunned by this - it wasn't a big pay rise but it was something...and simply proved to me that when you begin to remove the 'fear' of having too much abundance...realising that it is actually not 'my' money but that money is energy and so must flow - like love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money should flow to us as we need it and then flow from us for the greater good. Don't worry I'm not going to fixate on money:-) but I've decided not to reject it but to welcome it as one would welcome love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116078279449665552?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116078279449665552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116078279449665552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116078279449665552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116078279449665552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/power-of-thought.html' title='Power of Thought'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116041291165679620</id><published>2006-10-09T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:56:18.886Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many members of your astrological sign does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Libra&lt;/span&gt;: Er, two. Or maybe one. No - on second thought, make that two. Is that okay with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scorpio:&lt;/span&gt; That information is strictly secret and shared only with the Enlightened Ones in the Star Chamber of the Ancient Hierarchical Order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagittarius:&lt;/span&gt; The sun is shining, the day is young and we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus: &lt;/span&gt;You have to understand how the light bulb work first and what we need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;: I don't waste my time with these childish jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aquarius: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, you have to remember that everything is energy, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone watch me change the light bulb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt;: Light bulb? What light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mini&lt;/span&gt;: Changing light bulb is no fun. Can we do something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aries:&lt;/span&gt; While you are wasting time asking such question the light bulb has been changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116041291165679620?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116041291165679620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116041291165679620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116041291165679620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116041291165679620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-spiritual-joke-17.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #17'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-116003839693229325</id><published>2006-10-05T08:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-05T08:53:16.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Challenge My Beliefs</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few friends recently caught me taking on board other peoples negative beliefs into my life. Ooops! It made me stop and take stock - and I found it quite revealing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's very easy to slip into, it can come from just saying, "yes that's true", (notice how often we do this?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On this occasion someone had come up with a probable theory, but it was still "a theory". Somewhere along the way I had bought into this idea(unconsciously)I must have thought: well they know what they are talking about. They are a trusted source and I have a lot of respect for this person so "it must be true". As I reacted to the thoughts about an event that will be happening in the future the impact of this belief left me feeling bad. (A strong sign of a negative belief at work!). Seeing myself go through this, reminded me of walking on the cracks in the pavement when I was a child. Remember this one? If I do this ......this will happen.......(depending on what I thought sometimes it felt good, sometimes bad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This uncomfortable feeling really made me look within myself and ask, "Will I be there for me to face whatever challenges come up in my life in the future? Will I see them as learning opportunities to move on and grow through or will I be scared?" From the heart I said: Yes, I will be there for myself! It's the only thing I can do! As I gave this more thought, I could see and feel the fear drop away from me. This love and commitment towards myself was like a balm, if I hadn't examined that belief it would still be at work today and causing me mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recognised whatever beliefs I have, at some point in time I will face its' truth or falsehood. If the belief is true I will feel good, if there is any sense of fear and I feel bad it's false!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-116003839693229325?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/116003839693229325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=116003839693229325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116003839693229325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/116003839693229325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/challenge-my-beliefs.html' title='Challenge My Beliefs'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115997690561120037</id><published>2006-10-04T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:48:25.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Letting life unfold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been making trips to and fro to hospitals for the past week. It is not a new found hobby of mine but it was how life presented itself. A very good friend's Mum was hospitalised with undiagnosed lung problems; another close friend's Mum was admitted into hospital with a minor heart attack, and another friend is in hospital recovering from back surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I sat back the other day to reflect on these scenes and watching these things unfolding in front of me. Sometimes I like to do this, it helps me to understand the significance of my life's journey. At the moment the hospital trips might be there to prepare me for something in the  future? They might be preparing me mentally for having to face something similar? - I don't know. However, I do not want to live life waiting for it to pass me by when I can do something about it right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It might not be hospitals next time, it might be something else, but it doesn't matter. The main thing is to capture what life is presenting and then learn from it, apply it and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We can be stuck in the same situation again and again... but until I have learnt the lesson I need to learn the situation will never go away. Someone told me, if the situation is no longer there, then it is an indication I have learnt my lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115997690561120037?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115997690561120037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115997690561120037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115997690561120037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115997690561120037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/letting-life-unfold.html' title='Letting life unfold'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115986324013239802</id><published>2006-10-03T08:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:14:00.146Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bible's Financial Wizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q. Who was the Bible's first financial wizard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A. Noah. He floated his stock when the rest of the world was in liquidation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115986324013239802?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115986324013239802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115986324013239802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115986324013239802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115986324013239802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-spiritual-joke-16.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #16'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115981006371070999</id><published>2006-10-02T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:27:43.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/1600/swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4367/2321/320/swan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two words that have been coming to my mind recently…are ‘hesitation’ and…on a more positive note ‘grace’:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a reply to an email I had written a few days ago…that made me aware of my ‘hesitation’…in fact I was only trying to make sure that I was doing the right thing…I suppose being careful but careful of what? Maybe so not to make a mistake – the reply stated ‘use your discretion!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, I went to a talk on ‘Calm Revolution’ and you may have heard of the speaker ‘Sister Jayanti’ – a meditator of 38yrs and I heard someone commenting on her ‘grace’ – why did I like this word so much…the idea of being graceful – I realised that it’s because it is the exact opposite of hesitation – grace is by nature the absence of pain, difficulty or hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough – the more I think about ‘grace’ the image that comes to my mind is that of a swan. Swan’s are known for their ability to discriminate between a stone and a seed pearl. So it’s using my discrimination power – the ability to discern between right and wrong…firstly I need to be in touch with my own truth…where there is truth – my intention will be clean and I will be confident in the choices I make…in fact when I don’t hesitate, I will less likely make mistakes and others will trust my decision…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115981006371070999?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115981006371070999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115981006371070999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115981006371070999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115981006371070999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/10/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Otis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14607605787553352230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115917548649013971</id><published>2006-09-25T09:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:11:26.493Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man suffered a serious heart attack and had bypass surgery. He awakened to find himself in the care of nuns at a Catholic hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As he was recovering, a nun asked how he was going to pay the bill. He replied, in a raspy voice, "No health insurance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The nun asked if he had money in the bank.He replied, "No money in the bank."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The nun asked, "Do you have a relative who could help you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said, "Just a spinster sister, who is a nun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The nun, slightly perturbed, said, "Nuns are not spinsters! Nuns are married to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The patient replied, "Then send the bill to my brother-in-law."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115917548649013971?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115917548649013971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115917548649013971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115917548649013971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115917548649013971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-spiritual-joke-15.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #15'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115893294473909482</id><published>2006-09-22T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-22T13:49:04.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Cooperation is love in action</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of you may of heard of the event "Just A Minute" – it has been blogged about here. Well, sometime ago a beautiful idea came to my mind, about getting a group of friends together and friends of friends and having brunch before going to the "Just a Minute" launch event by the&lt;br /&gt;Brahma Kumaris. The aim being to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;good company + good food = love in the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A perfect start to a very special day. It’s a simple equation. When I added up the numbers there was going to be around 40 people (have you ever cooked for 40 people?) The reason why I am&lt;br /&gt;telling you this is because I was so struck by what happened when a group of individuals came together all with the same aim in mind. I was amazed every single detail was thought about (not by me!)It was like perfect synchronicity – I came back to the house late the night before the event to find that all of the furniture had been put into the right places - even flowers in a vase. On the day the food that people decided to make for the day and the combinations worked perfectly, gifts for the guests had even been thought of! The right amount of people at the right time were&lt;br /&gt;there to help and get it all ready in the morning, 40 falafel wraps were created on the day! Extra chairs came from people we didn’t know had extra chairs. Then too, people turned up in the evening to finish the food we couldn’t finish earlier on! Help was there to clean everything up – this too really!!! made an impact, as I was tired, seamless??? Even more, the next day the food that was left over was taken for the morning meditation class with a friend and this amazingly provided lunch for everyone that needed lunch that day! All were very happy. What touched me deeply was power of the gesture to cooperate. This little event was something bigger than all of us, with the time we had available to give to it. So the potential of this power was what really boomed for me that day – and so what did the guests experience? The beauty, the thoughtfulness, the love and the care - I was so stunned by it and I think they were too. Just imagine... if every scene of our lives had this quality to it. I was inspired that day, I thought I want to be cooperative all the time (I know how much I appreciated the cooperation that was shared on that day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115893294473909482?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115893294473909482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115893294473909482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115893294473909482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115893294473909482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/cooperation-is-love-in-action.html' title='Cooperation is love in action'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115806340489350154</id><published>2006-09-11T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:52:34.753Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The husband said, "You are in charge of the cooking around here so you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides it says in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Husband replies, "I can't believe that! Show me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says, "HEBREWS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115806340489350154?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115806340489350154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115806340489350154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115806340489350154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115806340489350154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-spiritual-joke-14.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #14'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115798384741833179</id><published>2006-09-11T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:48:57.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Having faith paid back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A colleague of mine, Kim, has just come back from Israel. She went there with her family for a short holiday.&lt;br /&gt;They spent a few days in a hotel and then a friend of Kim’s, Sarah, insisted that they should all go and stay with her in the countryside rather than in this big city hotel. Sarah also insisted that she would come by car to pick them all up, because public transport wasn’t very good to where she lived. I don’t remember the exact what Kim said but it was something like: they would have had to have taken a bus to the railway station, then travelled by train to the next town and then waited for a couple of hours to catch another bus to their destination. So all together the journey by public transport would last 6-7 hours as opposed to 1.5 hours by car.&lt;br /&gt;It was all going as planned until Sarah realised that her 4x4 car would not be available for this trip and that she would somehow have to manage with her smaller car. However, squeezing 4 people and their luggage -along with the driver - into this car was not feasible. Kim didn’t think it was fair to ask Sarah to do the journey twice so she decided to let the others go with Sarah and that she would go by public transport however complicated it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim thought that this would also give her some quiet moments by herself and an opportunity to do a few things in town before going to Sarah’s. She was totally relaxed about having to travel separately from the others, even though it meant travelling for a much longer time and going through more hassle. Even though she had never been to this village before or even knew where it was, she had a complete faith that everything would be just right for her. I guess that’s why she was so relaxed about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soonest train was not for another few hours, so off Kim went shopping, checking e-mails, sightseeing around town. When the time came to catch the bus to the railway station, she asked pass-byers which bus to take and where the bus stop was. Then whilst looking for the stop, right in front of her she saw a coach that had, believe it or not, the name of the village of her destination displayed in front. No one had ever mentioned this possibility to Kim. She stood there for a second in total disbelief that this was for real. However, she had to act fast so she boarded the coach immediately. Once on the coach Kim found out from the driver that this coach went only once a day and that it is not advertised as no tourists go to this village, so not many people knew about it. Two hours later Kim was sitting at the lunch table with the others. She got to Sarah’s 5 hours earlier than planned… with no hassle whatsoever and about 10 times cheaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having faith that everything will be just right paid back for Kim, it paid back much more than she had hoped for! Having faith always pays back for me too, but I keep forgetting… so I wrote this to make myself remember… and share with you, of course:-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115798384741833179?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115798384741833179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115798384741833179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115798384741833179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115798384741833179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/having-faith-paid-back.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFCC&quot;&gt;Having faith paid back&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Gema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137607974448711743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115746681252140207</id><published>2006-09-05T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:33:32.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;There's something I have been putting off for a few weeks. I hadn't even got around to working out why this was, and then a friend asked me how it was going. I just gave a very honest answer about where it was at. I said: I was inactive and also shared my concerns about what was stopping me from moving forward - good old "self doubt."   It was great that she asked me about it, if she hadn't it would probably still be clogging up the pathways of my mind and eating away at my self-esteem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sharing 'my issue', looking at new possibilities and experiencing the good wishes and encouragement of my friend I was amazed at how quickly I was able to shift and get things moving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  now just need to work on having good wishes and encouragement for myself - and to replace the pathways of self doubt.  When you think about it there's no such thing as failure if you are always open to learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115746681252140207?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115746681252140207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115746681252140207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115746681252140207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115746681252140207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/overcoming-procrastination.html' title='Overcoming procrastination'/><author><name>Qazom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324316103456914378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115744410807690565</id><published>2006-09-05T08:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:15:08.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Things you are grateful about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are the things in life you are grateful about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115744410807690565?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115744410807690565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115744410807690565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115744410807690565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115744410807690565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-you-are-grateful-about.html' title='Things you are grateful about'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115738094246975938</id><published>2006-09-04T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:42:22.470Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A zealous Christian who was trying to convert a Hindu found himself getting nowhere. "The thing is," argued the frustrated Christian, "you have to be born again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But I have been born again!" insisted the Hindu. "And again and again and again ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115738094246975938?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115738094246975938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115738094246975938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115738094246975938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115738094246975938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/monday-spiritual-joke-13.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #13'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115253320516854059</id><published>2006-09-04T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-04T14:42:53.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. A book you read which was inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. A song you listen to which always bring back feelings of inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. A movie you watched which was inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;4. A person who is the source of your inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. An event which has altered the course of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We want to hear from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just click on "Comment" to respond to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for sharing your thoughts and inspiring us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115253320516854059?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115253320516854059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115253320516854059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115253320516854059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115253320516854059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115736068071883081</id><published>2006-09-04T08:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:04:40.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Number!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/2356/1600/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6041/2356/320/hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason my home phone number is listed as a book publisher's phone number. So, on a daily basis, countless phone calls come through. My answering machine now says "this is a private home" - and still they keep ringing. I usually let it go straight to the answering machine, but last Tuesday I was working from home and waiting for a phone call from a colleague so, when the phone rang... A lady called looking for the publishers. I explained that this is a private home number etc. Hung up politely etc. She called again. Again the same story. She apologised.&lt;br /&gt;Again, five minutes later, she called. This time to see if I had their phone number. No, madam, I have no idea. Then, about 10 minutes later the phone rings and sure enough it's the same the lady again. I didn't know what to say anymore. She wanted to check if the publisher's phone was merely being incorrectly directed to my home. So we double-checked the number she had and it was indeed my home number. No, sorry, wrong number. She asked me how long I have had that number. "About six months" -- I replied. She said she had just written a book and was trying to arrange a meeting with the publishers. Then I became curious. "What was the book about?" It was a work of fiction about a girl who finds out she is not human. "Hummmm" I said, not really interested anymore. Until she said "She realises she is made of goodness." I asked "Well, aren't humans good?". Diane said (by then I had asked her her name) "We used to be. Now we have become greedy and selfish and lost our original goodness -- we need to find our super-human selves again. This girl in the book finds it straight away. It is the innocence that children have" she said which allows them to tap into what is best in them immediately." So we chatted a bit longer I wished her good luck and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That story stuck to my mind... it was interesting to see my own beliefs about the human race, and I was happy to find that 'my ending' was a happy one. That we indeed have the potential to become like children again; to rediscover our goodness, to reaccess our innocence and to live in harmony. Yes, despite the wars, the chaos and the negativity. Indeed, there is no other way. So, when the phone rang again I was hoping it was Diane so I could tell her my reflections as a follow-up to our chat, but it wasn't... It was my colleague from work with a very technical question. I was a different person though, with a different state of mind, no longer 'small'. I had hope for us, for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115736068071883081?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115736068071883081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115736068071883081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115736068071883081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115736068071883081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/wrong-number.html' title='Wrong Number!!!'/><author><name>BOL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538576991198152726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115723075343466193</id><published>2006-09-02T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:23:31.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Together we shall reach the goal</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of the event called ‘Just a minute’ that is going to take place at Wembley Arena? One of their slogans is “It takes just a minute to transform your world.” Sounds unbelievable, doesn’t it? It would be great to transform this world into a place where everyone is happy, peaceful and content… no sorrow, no crime, no stress, no fear… and all in just a minute?! Excellent idea! And I guess the best way to achieve such a big goal is to gather many people together, all with the same aim… and whilst writing this, another slogan comes to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nobody can do everything, but everybody can do something and together we shall reach the goal!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you know how the event goes… Can’t wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115723075343466193?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115723075343466193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115723075343466193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115723075343466193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115723075343466193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/together-we-shall-reach-goal.html' title='Together we shall reach the goal'/><author><name>Gema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137607974448711743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115720146378670766</id><published>2006-09-02T12:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:05:22.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Little things mean a lot!</title><content type='html'>last week i took notice of a few things - small they may be, but these small things actually make a big difference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my neighbour offered to cook me a meal when i had migraine &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as i was leaving for work in a hurry a friend packed me a sandwich for breakfast &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone offered me their seat on a crowded underground train (added bonus: it was rush hour!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i paused to eat a meal outside my workplace in silence &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i offered my seat in the bus to an elderly man &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i saved some of my dinner to share with my flatmate &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;from across the atlantic, i received a beautiful letter from an old friend (a real letter, sent by real post!!! yes, they still exist!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i smiled broadly at the bus driver and said 'thank you' at the end of the journey &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the taxi driver wanted to talk about his life - and i really REALLY listened - and he thanked me from his heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;for all these little blessings, i am very grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115720146378670766?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115720146378670766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115720146378670766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115720146378670766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115720146378670766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-things-mean-lot.html' title='Little things mean a lot!'/><author><name>BOL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538576991198152726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115693365259021482</id><published>2006-08-30T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:27:32.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Buying a property or buying a lesson?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; Recently someone said to me - "If you are going to attain something, attain something permanent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been playing on my mind for a few days now. I have heard this many times from people and read it in spiritual books but somehow I was unable to put it into context for myself until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are currently in the process of purchasing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;a property in North London. Any of you who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;have bought or are in the process of buying a property &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;know how tedious and precarious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;the whole process is. I found myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;caught up in a whirlwind of questions - 'why', 'when' and 'how' along with the buying process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;the statement above had been playing in my head for a few days I realised that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I had lost sight of our initial reason for buying a property and become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;too caught up in wanting that so-called-perfect-house. Initially we had agreed to climb onto the property ladder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;to find a place that we could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;call home and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;that would mean not having to keep finding ourselves moving every year, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;'our landlord' decided to raise the rent or sell their property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I realised a home is a feeling which is created and not something to do with bricks and mortar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;. You could  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;have the most beautiful house in the world but if it is filled with sadness, unhappiness or grief no one would call that a home and most of all no one would look forward going back to that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my presence, my pure feelings, my positive energy which make a home loving, caring and full of hospitality. The house is just the scenery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;this plays out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;If we just stopped chasing after our tails for a second, we might just find what we need deep within ourselves...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;(That's what I'm doing now. I will let you know how I get on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115693365259021482?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115693365259021482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115693365259021482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115693365259021482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115693365259021482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/08/buying-property-or-buying-lesson.html' title='Buying a property or buying a lesson?'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115683740185579503</id><published>2006-08-29T07:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:46:14.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Life Opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yesterday I left my meditation session feeling really good – we had talked a lot about kindness and I walked to the underground on my way to work thinking about what it really means. I generally walk very fast and on getting to the underground there was an old lady pushing a little cart. I passed by her and proceeded to run down the stairs. When I was at the very bottom I heard a man who had entered the underground with me ask her (he was just then at the top of the staircase): ‘Madam, can I help you going down?’. I then realized that whilst I was thinking about kindness I had just lost the very opportunity to put it into practice! Very much in the same way that many times we proclaim our values with such moral righteousness and yet fail to express them practically when we are “tested on them”. Well, I said to myself: “I hope I learned that lesson, but I lost that opportunity”. Later in the day I was again in the underground and, as I was going up the stairs, there was another old lady trying really hard to carry her luggage down. I rushed up and offered to help her. She accepted with a broad smile on her face. I had a broad smile on mine and felt really good! Not only because I had given something of myself and exchanged a moment of tenderness, but also because of the beauty I could then see in life: when we really want an opportunity to express something positive, life will provide! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115683740185579503?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115683740185579503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115683740185579503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115683740185579503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115683740185579503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-opportunities.html' title='Life Opportunities'/><author><name>BOL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538576991198152726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115683767175856437</id><published>2006-08-28T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:47:58.383Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An engineer died and ended up in Hell. He was not pleased with the level of comfort in Hell, and began to redesign and build improvements. After awhile, they had toilets that flush, air conditioning, and escalators. Everyone grew very fond of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day God called&lt;/span&gt; to Satan to mock him, "So, how's it going down there in Hell?" Satan replied, "Hey, things are great. We've got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there's no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God was surprised, "What? You've got an engineer? That's a mistake. He should never have gotten down there in the first place. Send him back up here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No way," replied Satan. "I like having an engineer, and I'm keeping him." God threatened, "Send him back up here now or I'll sue!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satan laughed and answered, "Yeah, right. And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115683767175856437?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115683767175856437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115683767175856437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115683767175856437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115683767175856437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-spiritual-joke-12.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #12'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115634677945757046</id><published>2006-08-23T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:29:49.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Can we turn around time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/24/2301/1600/World%20squeezed%20through%20sand%20timer.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/24/2301/320/World%20squeezed%20through%20sand%20timer.jpg" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I finally made it to the Sports Centre the other day. After all that hard work in the gym and the swimming pool I decided to treat myself with a sauna.&lt;br /&gt;I was thoroughly enjoying sitting in the sauna when someone asked me: “Could you please turn the time around?”&lt;br /&gt;There was a sand timer on the wall next to where I was sitting and the lady was obviously asking me if I could turn the timer over, which I did.&lt;br /&gt;However, sitting in silence made me think whether it was possible to turn the time itself around? To make time work for us rather than against us, to make time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/24/2301/1600/Two%20squeezing%20a%20clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/24/2301/320/Two%20squeezing%20a%20clock.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;make the effort to catch up with us rather than us making the effort to catch up with time?&lt;br /&gt;I guess this means doing things with love and enjoying them, so that they are done before the time rather than postponing and then rushing to meet a deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Does anyone out there have more thoughts on this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115634677945757046?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115634677945757046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115634677945757046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115634677945757046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115634677945757046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-we-turn-around-time.html' title='&lt;font color=black&gt;Can we turn around time?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Gema</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17137607974448711743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115624533309276147</id><published>2006-08-21T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:50:31.846Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual Humour'/><title type='text'>Monday Spiritual Joke #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sid and Al were sitting in a Chinese restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sid," asked Al, "Are there any Jews in China?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't know," Sid replied. "Why don't we ask the waiter?" When the waiter came by, Al said, "Are there any Chinese Jews?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't know sir, let me ask," the waiter replied and he went into the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He quickly returned and said, "No, sir. No Chinese Jews."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Are you sure?" Al asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I will check again, sir." The waiter replied and went back to the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While he was still gone, Sid said, "I cannot believe there are no Jews in China. Our people are scattered everywhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the waiter returned he said, "Sir, no Chinese Jews."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Are you really sure?" Al asked again. "I cannot believe there are no Chinese Jews."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sir, I ask everyone," the waiter replied exasperated. "We have orange jews, prune jews, tomato jews and grape jews, but no one ever hear of Chinese jews!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115624533309276147?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115624533309276147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115624533309276147&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115624533309276147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115624533309276147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/08/monday-spiritual-joke-11.html' title='Monday Spiritual Joke #11'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22375925.post-115555987265783223</id><published>2006-08-14T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:13:34.133Z</updated><title type='text'>The LOVE Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Once upon a time there was an island on which all The Feelings lived. There was Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge and all the others, including Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to all of The Feelings that the island was about to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ink to the bottom of the ocean. So all of The Feelings prepared their boats to leave, apart from Love who decided to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She wanted to preserve their island paradise until the very last possible moment. Eventually, when the island was almost totally under water, Love decided it was time for her to also leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I am sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Vanity passed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in a beautiful vessel and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please!", "I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Love saw Happiness and cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;However Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love began to cry, then she heard a voice say, "Come Love I will take you with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love realized how much she owed the elder and when she met Knowledge she asked who it was that had helped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time", Knowledge answered. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;*This story was sent to me by a friend. Thought I share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22375925-115555987265783223?l=justfreetobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/feeds/115555987265783223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22375925&amp;postID=115555987265783223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115555987265783223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22375925/posts/default/115555987265783223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justfreetobe.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-story.html' title='The LOVE Story'/><author><name>Yogi Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274590975281460282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://cache.screenhead.com/funny/YOGIBEAR34234242.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
