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	<strong>Clemencia and Jose</strong></p>
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	Very long ago <a href="http://wiuananking.org/">Luxury</a>there lived a couple who had a daughter named Clemencia. The mother, who was a witch, did not like Clemencia because she said the girl was a fool who was always going to church.One day, the crops were more abundant than usual and Clemencia&#39;s father was forced to hire a youth named Jos&eacute; to help with the harvesting. In a short time, Jos&eacute; and Clemencia fell in love and wanted to marry as soon as possible.When they &nbsp;<a href="http://mojiezhizi-dand.net/">But when vow</a>asked for her parents&#39; approval, the father gave his permission, but the witch denied it.</p>
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	Nevertheless, Clemencia and Jos&eacute; fell more and more in love with each other, thus increasing the anger the witch bore them.One day when Jos&eacute; was in the corral taking care of the mules, the mother decided to kill him, hoping to end the love affair and make Clemencia suffer. The witch went in search of her husband and said to him, &quot;Old man, tell Jos&eacute; to go to the pasture and bring back the black mule that is grazing <a href="http://www.realzhende.net/">You have a love</a>there.&quot;</p>
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	Clemencia, when she heard her mother say this, guessed that the witch was trying to kill her loved one.&quot;Look, Jos&eacute;, shortly my father will come to tell you to bring a black mule from the pasture and put it in the corral. That black mule is my <a href="http://mainziliao.com/">Ethan&#39;s blog</a>mother. If you ride her, she will buck; and if she unseats you, she will kill you. So listen closely to what I am going to tell you. When you mount the mule and she starts to buck, bend over and bite her right ear. This will render her powerless. Bring the mule and put it in the corral but be careful not to tell anybody anything.&quot;</p>
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	Everything <a href="http://www.womenstore2.com/">gucci bags</a>happened exactly as Clemencia had predicted. Jos&eacute; rendered the mule powerless and brought her safely to the corral. When it was time for supper, Jos&eacute; noticed that the old woman was wearing a bandage on her right ear.</p>
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	That night Clemencia and Jos&eacute; decided to elope. They agreed that at <a href="http://erzigu.com/">The governors</a>eleven Clemencia would wake Jos&eacute; and both would flee.At eleven Clemencia went to Jos&eacute;&#39;s bedroom. She shook him awake and said, &quot;Spit on your bed, I have already spat on mine.&quot; Then they left.Soon after, the old witch awoke and began calling Clemencia, but the spittle the daughter had left on her bed answered, &quot;Mother?&quot;</p>
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	The old woman, <a href="http://watchshopstore.com/">omega watches</a>hearing Clemencia&#39;s voice, went back to sleep. A long time went by and Clemencia&#39;s mother woke again. She called Clemencia again but this time there was no answer. The spittle had dried. The angered witch got up and went to Clemencia&#39;s bedroom. Not finding the girl there, she ran toward Jos&eacute;&#39;s bedroom. She didn&#39;t find him either. Guessing what <a href="http://watchshopstore.com/">omega speedmaster</a>had happened, the witch waited for daylight, then turned herself into an eagle and flew in search of the youths. After flying a long while, the witch saw them. Clemencia also saw the eagle and knew it was her mother. Clemencia, wh</p>
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	o had learned a good deal <a href="http://watchshopstore.com/">omega seamaster</a>of magic from her mother, dropped a comb on the ground, whereupon in a moment a huge forest sprang up. The eagle could not fly over it so she came down to earth and changed back into the witch. With counter-magic she made the forest disappear. Then she turned into an eagle once more and continued her pursuit of the lovers.Jos&eacute; and Clemencia had gained some ground but soon noticed that the eagle was almost upon them again. The girl then threw down a mirror which became a lake so broad that the eagle could not fly <a href="http://watchshopstore.com/">omega speedmaster watches</a>over it.</p>
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	Seeing the huge size of the lake, the eagle landed, became a witch again, and caused the lake to disappear. Trying her magic again, she turned <a href="http://watchshopstore.com/">omega</a>back into an eagle and flew in pursuit. again the eagle saw the couple, but Clemencia threw a handful of ashes in the air. The ashes turned into a dense fog which the eagle could not cross. as it was getting dark, the witch could not follow the lovers any more. The witch lost her powers with the setting of the sun.Before flying home, however, the witch cursed the lovers saying, &quot;Bad daughter, remember that your lover will leave you as soon as you arrive at <a href="http://watchshopstore.com/">omega seamaster watch</a>the first village.&quot;</p>
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	Clemencia and Jos&eacute; did not pay attention but kept on without stopping to rest. At last they came to a village. As they neared the outskirts of the town, Clemencia sat down to rest because she was very tired and because her shoes were torn from walking so much.</p>
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	Wait here for me while I go into the village and buy you a pair of shoes and something to eat,&quot; said Jos&eacute;.Clemencia did not want Jos&eacute; to leave her, but he insisted so much that she let him go.</p>
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	It grew dark and Jos&eacute; did not return. Another <a href="http://watchshopstore.com/">omega constellation</a>day went by and he still did not return. Finally, remembering her mother&#39;s curse, Clemencia went into the village, crying all the way.</p>
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	Failing to find her lover, Clemencia had to go to work. One day when she was feeling more sad than usual two doves flew down to her windo. It seemed that they were trying to cheer Clemencia as they cooed and cooed.Clemencia captured the doves and patiently taught them many tricks.Thus several weeks went by, and when the doves had learned their tricks well, Clemencia took them to the city square where they began to perform.</p>
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	Everyone has seen their dog stare at an unseen object moving across the room or suddenly start barking at something you can&rsquo;t hear. Does he see something we can&rsquo;t? Is he looking at a ghost? One of the biggest misconceptions in the paranormal field is that dogs can see ghosts. Just about everyone who believes in ghosts seems to also believe that their dog has seen and even reacted to a ghost in their home at one time or another. There are even paranormal investigative groups that use dogs as a tool. The television network <em>Animal Planet </em>even has a TV show devoted to psychic abilities of animals, but the fact is - we have no idea what it is dogs are seeing.</p>
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	The simple reasoning behind this is that no one even knows for sure if ghosts exist.&nbsp; We could agree that there is something going on around us that we don&rsquo;t understand, but there is no substantial scientific proof of ghosts being real. So how can you be so sure that your dog is seeing ghosts if you&rsquo;re not even sure yourself? It basically comes down to your own belief system. If you are one who believes that the spirits of people from the past do exist than you will likely believe that your dog has the ability to see them. But even if ghosts do exist then - scientifically - dogs would have a harder time seeing them than we do.&nbsp;</p>
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	1)Monsters as Archetypes: This theory suggests that &ldquo;Bigfoot, sea monsters, werewolves and the like may be quasi-real creatures that are manufactured by the human collective unconscious,&rdquo; as put forth by Steiger in &quot;Monsters Among Us.&quot; My personal view is this may have some merit, especially in window areas where our minds are predisposed to expectations of paranormal phenomena.</p>
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	Any event, even if amorphous and ambiguous, does manifest in &ldquo;objective&rdquo; reality but our personal belief structures how we experience it. In this theory the appearance of a specific entity is superimposed onto an established belief of the witness (archetype template). For example each &ldquo;mothman&rdquo; sighting reinforces this specific entity&rsquo;s basis in reality. Now, our skeptical counterparts will point out that if you expect to see something, your mind will oblige you, and it&rsquo;s a point well taken. But we would pose the philosophical paradox and ask the skeptic if such phenomena could not be a part of a physical, albeit subjective, reality? Educator and author John White describes how he &ldquo;interprets Jungian archetypes as energetic thought fields&rdquo; accessible through &ldquo;dreams, meditations and altered states of consciousness.&rdquo; He suggests that there may be large, previously unrecognized dimensions of physical events in which there may be highly evolved entities who exist to &ldquo;influence and guide human affairs.&rdquo;</p>
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	2)Paraphysical Supernatural Entities: This idea is basically that demons, fairies, elves, etc. move in and out of our dimension for reasons of their own, and these motives are largely hidden from humans. This theory assigns a level of harassment to most entities. The converse of these tricksters would be angels, saints and other venerated beings affiliated with the white.</p>
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	This is a construct employed by Christian and Islamic beliefs were devils and demons roam the Earth as the deceivers of mankind. In Cabalist tradition, demons are said to have been the original inhabitants of the planet, survivors of a Universe that was on a previous plane of existence. They are etheric beings of less physical substance but who can physically/spiritually manifest when they desire to do so.</p>
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	3)Flesh-and-Blood Cryptid: This theory holds that Bigfoot, lake monsters, Kraken and their kin are 100 percent physical creatures, just extremely rare and elusive ones. This is supported through physical evidence such as footprints (with and without dermal ridges) hair and other sources of DNA that is unidentifiable and not catalogued anywhere known to science. Of course proponents of this theory scrunch up their faces at the mere mention of a cryptid sighting in physical proximity to or with an intersecting time-line of another unexplained event. Yet it is common to see credible mystery animal sightings very near UFO hot-spots, spook lights or haunted areas.</p>
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	By closing their eyes to compelling evidence they are failing to fulfill their scientific obligation.</p>
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	4)Citizens of Hollow Earth: While this theory reached its height of popularity in the &lsquo;70s and &lsquo;80s, it still has its adherents. This theory believes that the planet&#39;s mantle is honeycombed and that the inside of the Earth is hollow. The idea is that in these spaces are parallel, and usually advanced, societies that have always existed or, alternatively, perhaps driven underground to escape some global catastrophe. Many native cultures believe this (Hopi and Navajo) as well as some religious sects among Buddhists and the Norse. This is the place aviator Admiral Byrd visited in his world beyond the poles. There are other accounts and some anomalous activity to support this claim but nothing concrete. This is the home of Palmer&rsquo;s deros, goblins and reptilians in paranormal literature.</p>
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	5)Chronomads and Creatures from Time and Space: This theory applies to time/dimensional travelers as well as out-of-place animals like our Wisconsin elephants and kangaroos, Texas dinosaurs and nationwide encounters with black panthers. The idea is that these creatures move in and out of our reality through some kind of dimensional doorway or, as in the case of the dinosaur, exist as a ghost of a physical creature no longer on this planet<br />
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	6)String/Multidimensional Theory: Currently the most popular and promising theory in the realm of theoretical physics, he general idea is that there are infinite Universes parallel to our own, and sometimes they spill-over into our dimension. A slight variation on this theory is that these other dimensions are always present, just invisible in our everyday light spectrum. This would cover activity that happens in the Infrared and Ultraviolet spectrums, which is just as real as activity seen with the naked eye, but only visible through modern scientific tools.There are reports from people who claim to have transversed this reality, briefly stepping into another period of time or even an alternative world. The most common theme repeated in interaction with entities of this kind is their tendency to fade from visibility.</p>
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	7)Planetary Poltergeist Theory: A particularly interesting possibility, Poltergeist activity is almost always attributed to an individual who is going through traumatic changes, i.e. adolescents with raging hormones, with the phenomena being a subconscious psychokinetic expression of the angst within. The idea is that this kind of activity is mirrored by the planet itself in times of extreme duress (shifting tectonic plates, massive global changes etc.) with extreme changes triggering the externalization of a kind of planetary temper tantrum in which the veil of reality becomes thin, allowing semi-interactive experiences with ghosts, psychokinesis and &ldquo;interdimensional&rdquo; beings. This is consistent with the observation that werewolf reports spike in times of planetary peril (WWII, Cuban Missile Crisis, etc.)</p>
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	8)Conjuration and Summoning Theory: In this theory, otherworldly entities are summoned through magical invocations and arcane ritual. These beings that are manifested and brought to this plane of existence to serve the one who conjured them, usually to perform some specific task. To examine the role of symbols as points of fixation in magical practice see our &ldquo;Lycan Clan&rdquo; chapter. The werewolf phenomena, has a very strong element of idol worship and totemism involved.</p>
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	9)Entity Answering Psychic/Spiritual Need: This theory was suggested by Loren Coleman and Jerome Clark among others. The idea is that when a certain need is present in a person, that person&rsquo;s subconscious manifests itself as a teacher to either assist in spiritual understanding or provide a personal revelation. This would be consistent with both Jung&rsquo;s and our own archetype theory.</p>
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	10)Cultural Source Hypothesis: This theory states that any and all unexplained occurrences are filtered by the mind of the observer and interpreted through the individual&rsquo;s belief system. The Fatima miracle in Portugal in 1917 would fit this type. In Fatima, up to 40,000 people saw the sun behave in opposition to cosmic law as prophesied by three children who claimed to have seen a vision of the Virgin Mary. Depending on your perceptions you may have seen a zigzagging sun, a UFO or the Blessed Virgin Mary. Depending on the individual&rsquo;s belief system, nighttime abductions are carried out by either fairies or aliens, using the same general MO including bright lights, unseen presences, paralysis, levitation and often sexual contact. Old Hag syndrome and Succubus phenomena, which often occur in a state known as sleep paralysis, exhibit similar parallels.</p>
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	11)Extraterrestrial Experiments: This hypothesis advocates that extraterrestrial entities have planted &ldquo;monsters&rdquo; here to study us. Their psychological, anthropological and/or sociological experts study our responses to these creatures to obtain a better understanding of human behavior. I will add that this is not a usual method in research; you can only learn so much from gauging responses to a highly unusual experience. The patterns would be errant; as they are when our scientists study only one aspect of human behavior.</p>
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	12)Holographic Projection: This theory posits that monsters are nothing more than highly evolved holographic images projected for nefarious purposes by ETs or covert G-men to study behavior as in the previous theory, but also in an attempt to keep people away from military/alien installations or points of interest.</p>
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	13)Genetic Misfits: Most commonly associated with reports of the chupacabra, which in one story is the horrific result of a genetically altered alien (EBE/ABE) escaped from a U.S. military installation in Puerto Rico. This has folkloric resonance in the ancient world were grotesque entities were formed when gods and animals/humans had sex and the modern equivalent where aliens genetically manipulate animals and humans, spawning monstrosities to roam the Earth in former days. Centaurs, Minotaurs, griffins and so on are examples of this theory.</p>
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	14)Teaching Mechanisms: A theory that states that these entities and experiences are an effort, either by beings of a higher level of consciousness that are native to the planet or extraterrestrials, to force us to amend our worldview so we can experience a broader reality. The individual who solves this cosmic puzzle gains a greater understanding of existence and mankind&rsquo;s role in the Universe. This is consistent with magical practice where one must master an initiatory level before gaining access to the next level of awareness. The information is sometimes personal but often a word or image revealed by the entity in charge of that level of reality. Solve the enigma and the process begins anew.</p>
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	It could be that most monster sightings occur in out-of-the-way places not just by chance, or because such places provide a beneficial habitat away from these entities&rsquo; presumed predator, man. It could also be that an element of the wild affects the brain&rsquo;s associative behaviors. In the wild you let your psychological guard down; you escape the social trappings of modern life. You expect to experience things out of the ordinary, unlike people&rsquo;s routine life in everyday consciousness.<br />
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	&quot;We thought &#39;Hey, that was odd. What was that?&#39;&quot; Chawla said. &quot;We thought there was a cell phone or a machine on in the room that created this anomaly. But then we started removing things, turning off cell phones and machines, and we saw it was still happening.&quot;</div>
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	&quot;All the neurons are connected together and when they lose oxygen, their ability to maintain electrical potential goes away,&quot; Chawla said. &quot;I think when people lose all their blood flow, their neurons all fire in very close proximity and you get a big domino effect. We think this could explain the spike.&quot;</div>
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	&quot;Not everyone reports this light sort of business. What you hear most often reported (in near-death experiences) is just a vivid memory,&quot; Chawla said.</div>
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	Brain researcher Kevin Nelson at the University of Kentucky, who studies near-death experiences, said it&#39;s well known that when the brain is abruptly deprived of blood flow it gives off a burst of high voltage energy.</div>
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	&quot;It&#39;s unlikely with conventional brain wave recordings during death that they&#39;re going to see something that hasn&#39;t been seen already,&quot; Nelson said.</div>
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	Chawla and colleagues would like to follow up their case study with a larger pool of patients outfitted with more sophisticated brain activity sensors.</div>
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	We&#39;re the first to admit that a photograph of the heavenly cloud appears to be photoshopped. It&#39;s just so...perfect. But meterologists have spoken up and said the cloud wasn&#39;t digitally altered. However, it wasn&#39;t exactly what it appeared to be, either.</div>
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	When the cloud initially formed, some UFO enthusiasts declared it to be a &quot;true mystery.&quot; Some even compared it to the giant spaceship hovering over Earth in the movie &quot;Independence Day.&quot; Reality quickly dashed any predictions of an alien invasion. An article from the Daily Mail explains that the &quot;luminous ring-shaped cloud&quot; was simply an optical effect.</div>
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	An official spokesperson for Moscow&#39;s weather department said, &quot;Several fronts have been passing through Moscow recently, there was an intrusion of the Arctic air too, the sun was shining from the west &mdash; this is how the effect was produced.&quot;</div>
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	The cloud loomed last week, but the searches are still soaring. Lookups on &quot;halo cloud&quot; and &quot;moscow cloud&quot; are both booming, and a video clip has garnered hundreds of thousands of views on YouTube.&nbsp;</div>
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	SHERMAN OAKS, Calif. &mdash; Fortune-tellers, tarot card readers and psychics are reporting an uptick in business during the current economic downturn as people look for guidance, employment advice and a window into their personal economic future.</div>
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	Picking up the clairvoyant calling could be a very lucrative career choice: psychics with a big following charge up to $200 an hour for a session, which, in this economy, might be considered a small fortune.</div>
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	UFO reported in southern Tracy skies</div>
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	Posted by NA Psychic &amp; Paranormal Network on November 11, 2009 at 9:49am</div>
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	UFO reported in southern Tracy skies</div>
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	by TP staff</div>
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	Nov 10, 2009</div>
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	A slowly moving band of deep blue lights seen in the cloudless southern Tracy sky Monday night had a few people wondering Tuesday morning what the heck it was they saw.</div>
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	Larry Gustafson, 49, said his neighbor Ervin Floyd banged on his door at about 7 p.m. in the Morehead Park trailer court on Chrisman Road near 11th Street and urged him to check out the unusual sight.</div>
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	He said he ran outside, looked up, spotted the lights in the night sky and then ran back inside to grab binoculars. By the time he was back outside, the lights had disappeared.</div>
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	Gustafson said the lights hung in the sky about 5 minutes. Sometimes they moved, he said, and at other times, only one light shone.</div>
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	&ldquo;It was really strange looking,&rdquo; the landscape maintenance worker said.</div>
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	Floyd, 36, said his kids got a little hysterical when they looked out of their bedroom window and spotted the lights.</div>
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	&ldquo;It looked like an LED light, like off a cop car,&rdquo; Floyd said.</div>
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	The plumber said the lights appeared to hover high in the sky, then &ldquo;went from west to east, then back to the west and back to the east, then flew out west toward the Bay Area and disappeared.&rdquo;</div>
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	&ldquo;This appeared to be some kind of aircraft,&rdquo; he said, though it had &ldquo;no blinking strobes. No red. No white. It wasn&rsquo;t making any sudden movements.&rdquo;</div>
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	The Tracy Press received several calls Tuesday asking what the lights were. Police spokesman Sgt. Tony Sheneman was unaware of any calls to the department about the lights.</div>
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	Floyd just wants to know what it was.</div>
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	&ldquo;It&rsquo;s got be explained, because I didn&rsquo;t see any fighter jets chasing it,&rdquo; he joked.</div>]]></description><link><![CDATA[ http://nappn.net/pt/UFO-reported-in-southern-Tracy-skies/blog.htm ]]></link><pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 00:10:11 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true"><![CDATA[ http://nappn.net/pt/UFO-reported-in-southern-Tracy-skies/blog.htm ]]></guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Effect of Going to Sleep With Feet Facing South – a Spiritual Perspective]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p>
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	Effect of Going to Sleep With Feet Facing South &ndash; a Spiritual Perspective</div>
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	Posted by NA Psychic &amp; Paranormal Network on November 24, 2009 at 8:54pm</div>
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	Spiritual research into how to sleep well</div>
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	This article, based on the spiritual research conducted by the Spiritual Science Reserarch Foundation (SSRF), explains the effect of sleeping with our feet facing the South direction entirely from the spiritual perspective. It will also help us take an educated decision on how to sleep well from the perspective of the direction of our feet when we sleep.</div>
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	To understand this article we need to know that there are many different types of frequencies in the Universe which modern sciences have yet to discover and which are known to the ancient Vedic masters from times immemorial. Please read this article with this perspective</div>
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	Spiritual effect of sleeping with feet facing South</div>
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	Effect of downward flowing and tiryak (skewed) frequencies</div>
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	There are various frequencies inherently present in the atmosphere. Their presence and flow is predominant in certain directions. When our body is aligned with the direction of their flow we enter their field and are influenced more than when we are not in their field.</div>
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	Two frequencies among these frequencies are negative and distressing. One is the downward flowing frequencies that go towards the region of Hell (Paataal). The other type of frequencies are known as the tiryak (skewed ) frequencies. Tiryak literally means skewed (distorted). As these frequencies are skewed, they cause distress. Both these frequencies move towards the south thus charging the direction with it.</div>
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	When we sleep with our feet facing the South direction, our body is exposed the most to the activity of these downward flowing frequencies as well as tiryak (skewed ) frequencies.</div>
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	This increases the activity of the subtle basic raja (activity and passion) &ndash; tama (ignorance and inertia) particles inside as well as outside the body which aids the activity of the ghosts (demons, devils, negative energies, etc.) and thus we are most at risk of being affected or possessed by ghosts.</div>
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	Effect of increased flow of vibrations from the region of Death (Yamaloka) and region of Hell (Paataal)</div>
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	The South direction is associated with the region of Death (Yamaloka), the subtle basic raja (activity and passion) &ndash; tama (ignorance and inertia) frequencies and distress. When we sleep with our feet facing the South direction, the vibrations from the Yamaloka (region of Death) and Paataal (region of Hell) join together. Due to this we attract the subtle basic raja (activity and passion) &ndash; tama (ignorance and inertia) frequencies or ghosts.</div>
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	Due to the combined effect of the above when we sleep with our feet facing the South, we can suffer distress in the form of difficulty in falling asleep, nightmares, feeling scared in sleep or waking up in fear.</div>
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	In summary</div>
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	From the above explaination we can see that from the perspective of how to sleep well, it is important to take into account the direction of our bed when planning the layout of the house. Even when we are camping outside or in hotels or in stay at someone else&rsquo;s house it is always better to take care that we do not sleep with our feet facing the South.</div>
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	Space Alien Search Costs School Worker His Job...</div>
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	Posted by Dan Tanaka on December 2, 2009 at 4:49pm</div>
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	Don&#39;t know if anyone else has shared this...Sorry if it has been shared already....Interesting story.</div>
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	http://www.myfoxboston.com/dpp/news/dpg-Space-Alien-Search-Costs-Sc...</div>
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	MESA, Ariz. - A former Arizona school district employee is accused of using school computers in an experiment to find space aliens, costing the worker his job and the district more than $1 million.</div>
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	Schools officials say Brad Niesluchowski, who was Higley Unified School District&#39;s information technology director, downloaded free software on district computers in 2000.</div>
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	The program, known as SETI(at)home, uses Internet-connected computers worldwide to analyze radio telescope data in an experiment to find extraterrestrial intelligence.</div>
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	But Superintendent Denise Birdwell told the East Valley Tribune that the program also bogged down the district&#39;s system and interfered with technology use in classrooms.</div>
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	Birdwell said it will take more than $1 million to fix the problem, including removal of the SETI software. She says police are conducting a broader investigation.</div>
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	Niesluchowski resigned from the district Oct. 22.</div>
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	His lawyer did not return calls for comment.</div>
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	Information from: East Valley Tribune, http://www.eastvalleytribune.com</div>
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	Not again - This time, I&#39;m revisiting the Queen of Pentacles!</div>
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	Posted by Bonita Summers on December 19, 2009 at 11:30am</div>
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	You have to wonder how likely is it that you can shuffle the same deck of cards and pull out the same card. This marks the second time in the last week I&#39;ve pulled the Queen of Pentacles, and I just pulled the ten of swords two days in a row! To stay true to the process of giving a daily determination about the card I select, I&#39;m going with the card I draw each day, promising to expand on the meaning of the card if I draw the same one. I was surprised though to draw the same cards twice in the same week.</div>
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	Here&#39;s a fun experiment: do several different spreads in a row and see how often at least one of the cards you turn up is the same. I&#39;ve done readings where the same card shows up two spreads in a row and in the same location.</div>
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	To balance out the Queen of Pentacles, be sure to bring compassion into play. When abundance comes your way, remember that it&#39;s always a flow in and out. So, be sure to give where you can of your time if not your money. It&#39;s all about the energy exchange.</div>
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	Consider whether there is balance in your life in terms of spiritual and material emphasis. Are you so focused on paying the bills and putting the holidays together that you&#39;ve not taken time out for your spiritual practice? Be sure to enjoy the etheric as well as the tangible things in life!</div>
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	Craving Desire Part 3</div>
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	Posted by S.K. Delph on December 19, 2009 at 5:15pm</div>
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	Desire boards the bus.</div>
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	The reasons she is heading back to live with Samantha play fresh on her mind.</div>
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	Two years ago, Samantha had reawakened her to the truth of her mother&rsquo;s death. She had promised to help her when the time was right.</div>
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	Maneuvering her way through the packed aisle of people and luggage Desire overwhelms at the muggy feel of sweat and sleepy bad breath. She spies an empty seat next to a woman hugging a bundled heap of blankets. Swinging down into the seat the sounds of muffled cries catch her attention. She smiles at the middle-aged mother who regards Desire through wary eyes as she rewraps the baby tight enough to suffocate the poor thing. Desire can&rsquo;t blame her as she&rsquo;s again reminded of her own mother.</div>
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	A man across the aisle removes his shoes and emits a noxious odor too obvious to ignore. He sneers at her curious glance. Behind her someone crudely hacks up phlegm and bits of lung one soggy piece at a time. Desire slouches deeper into her overcoat pushing her collar up to filter her air.</div>
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	This year it&rsquo;s swine flu.</div>
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	Cringing in disgust she resigns to being stuck on the worst seat of the bus for the duration of her trip. She looks to the mother curled into the seat beside her to offer sympathy for them both, but hovering protectively over her weeping bundle, she&rsquo;s not interested in making friends.</div>
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	Desire sighs hunkering down into the warped cushion and dismisses her worry over the germs wafting in the currents of the confined air. She knows evil exists on greater scales.</div>
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	Samantha Lyons had taught her to recognize evil and in the process opened up an incredible world of religion and mysticism. She had introduced her to Buddhist lessons on Karma and the Biblical concept &lsquo;Deliverance From Evil&rsquo; complete with its gloomy consequences.</div>
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	Religions may not all agree on who is God, but with evil they find it harder to disagree.</div>
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	Desire&rsquo;s personal introduction to evil had been harsh, but strangely, even from its first unfurling talon, the evil hadn&rsquo;t shown a single frightening aspect.</div>
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	Desire thought back to when things had gone bad.</div>
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	As a small child Desire would come home from school to find her mother locked up in her room. Her mother would call out from behind the closed door telling her not to worry, insisting she was ill or tired. But over time, it became evident her mother was up to something.</div>
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	As the excuses of fatigue and illness began to wear thin, her mothers disappearances had lengthened stretching into the night. The sinister birth of what had come to destroy both their lives had taken form. Her mother had taken to free basing cocaine.</div>
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	But even that hadn&rsquo;t been the true start of the evil.</div>
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	It had started on one cold snowy winter night.</div>
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	Her father had lost control of his car skidding off an icy bridge. His death had presented Desire with the first blow to her youthful trust in life. The sadness had seemed immeasurable until something remarkable had happened with the power to change this mother and daughter&rsquo;s life forever.</div>
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	Her mother had received insurance money.</div>
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	Her mother had wept and laughed in delirious abandon. As a child it had confused Desire. It must have been a significant amount. How much, Desire doesn&rsquo;t know in fact for years she had believed she would never want to know. Seeing her mother&rsquo;s eyes drenched with tears as she twirled her around crying out the happy words are forever seared into her memory.</div>
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	&ldquo;We&rsquo;re rich baby! We&rsquo;re so rich!&rdquo; Her mother had cried, her reaction bewildering.</div>
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	And just like that, there were no more tears for Daddy.</div>
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	Thus the next lesson had been presented: However abrupt and crude, the societal response to tragedy is to simply incorporate a monetary gain to compensate for what life rips from broken and tattered hearts.</div>
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	How could this not balloon into an insatiable appetite to feed more evil? And yet dollar by dollar, from their momentous arrival were indeed endowed with miraculous powers to alleviate every sorrowful ache of losing Daddy.</div>
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	If Desire should shed a tear or ever have a feeling of remorse, her mother had on hand the miraculous means to put it to rest and in essence destroyed any need to grieve for the man. So dispensed with the tragic detail of her father&rsquo;s death, life had instead evolved into something wonderful.</div>
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	&ldquo;You&rsquo;ll have the best of everything and grow up in the most wonderful neighborhood,&rdquo; her mother had promised her as she pulled Desire from their modest middle class home and everything she used to know to leave it all behind.</div>
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	Schooled by her mother&rsquo;s example along with childish na&iuml;vet&eacute; Desire had even bragged of the good fortune to her little school friends, believing that everyone&rsquo;s father should die. She cringes to think of it now.</div>
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	Uncomfortable and tired, Desire checks her watch. She&rsquo;s been on the road a mere five hours. She watches the scenery flash by in blurry patches of color. Her tear filled eyes sting thinking of how her mother&rsquo;s desperation had driven their lives into such splendor and on to its final destruction.</div>
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	Who could have known, but the wind was coiling even as the sun continued to shine and the twister of destruction ahead could not be imagined.</div>
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	Had a single dime ever been saved or invested?</div>
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	Had it all been hanging on the threads of quick credit and a mass of bills?</div>
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	After her mother&rsquo;s death, Desire had been sent away to live with relatives. Still a little girl, she had been put in her place by their brooding anger at how her mother had slighted each and every one of them. Not a cent had she given to a single starving relative! Served her right, so selfish and greedy too! How they had gone on and on expounding on the wicked ways of her beloved deceased mother bringing her to tears several times over.</div>
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	They may have had a point.</div>
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	Social services, swift to recognize that she would never receive nurturing in this environment plucked and placed her in foster care. It would be several years before Desire would begin to question what had truly happened to her mother and their idyllic life.</div>
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	Meanwhile, she had new problems to deal with.</div>
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	The constant change of homes in the foster care system which had seemed but rude disruptions to her life would change as she got older into becoming the ultimate escape. If things weren&rsquo;t going the way she hoped, well then start up enough trouble and change was sure to come.</div>
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	Unfortunately, she would soon learn that changing homes could be counted on to improve her situation only slightly. Things could get worse, much worse. Changing high schools had produced even less satisfying results.</div>
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	Desire closes her eyes to try and sleep through the grueling hours of the bus ride, but cries instead, tears for her past, tears of joy to get away from it all, tears of hope to the unknown future.</div>
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	Giving up on sleep, she finds in the twilight hours a modicum of privacy offering a bit of space to dream. Desire believes in her newest dream, her new life. It offers hope and what she needs to change her mind set. She&rsquo;s on her way to live with Samantha Lyons, her teacher and mentor, her only ally in so friendless a life. But how had it come to this?</div>
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	The tragic tale ingrained in Desire&rsquo;s little girl mind would present to her new perspectives.</div>
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	Her mother must have in haste tried to move on eager to put the death of her husband behind her. Then there was the money, the partying and the drugs.</div>
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	What her mother had been so desperate to hide from her child would turn into bare face displays of peculiar behavior leading to outright child neglect.</div>
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	Desire later described to the police her mother emerging from her bedroom looking like a zombie, sometimes ranting and raving in fear of things Desire couldn&rsquo;t see.</div>
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	Desire told them how her mother didn&rsquo;t eat or cook much of anything for either of them. She bought easy fix it kind of meals, a loaf of bread, peanut butter, cereal without milk, pop tarts and all the basic garbage.</div>
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	Her mother no longer went to work.</div>
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	As for the new boyfriend, Desire never saw the man. But Desire knew someone had been there. She didn&rsquo;t have to see another person to know that someone had been there with her mother.</div>
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	There were other questions that as a child she couldn&rsquo;t answer.</div>
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	How could she have understood the answers may have been significant in finding out the truth of her mother&rsquo;s death?</div>
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	The police seemed especially interested in her mother&rsquo;s financial situation. If her mother had any money left from the insurance, there was no indication of it. Her mother&rsquo;s outright child neglect and growing reclusive nature had been regarded as a clue to a growing drug problem.</div>
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	Her mother had stayed locked up in her room for two, maybe three days in a row. Desire would go to school, come home ransack the kitchen for food, watch television and pass out either in her room or on the couch. The following morning get up and go to school again sometimes in the same clothes from the day before, all without seeing her mother once. If her mother ever left her room while she slept or went to school, Desire had no way of knowing.</div>
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	On several occasions, her mother had stayed hidden in her room for days. Running low on clean clothes and driven by hunger Desire knocked on her mother&rsquo;s bedroom door. Expecting it to be locked she didn&rsquo;t bother checking it. Usually her mother would yell at her to go watch TV and leave her alone, but it wasn&rsquo;t unusual for her to remain silent.</div>
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	During those days, Desire hadn&rsquo;t understood that behind the door, her mother high as a kite would be in the grip of an extreme state of paranoia. Paralyzed with fear at every sound and shadow, her mother had been unable to function with all the classic symptoms of cocaine overload.</div>
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	Thoughts of those moments plague Desire. Would things have been any different if she had known what was happening? If she had reported it to a teacher at school or told a friend or a neighbor, would her mother still be alive? Useless to wonder over it now, it only made her angry.</div>
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	Jarred from her reverie, the bus barreled over a hilly road with dips and bumps. She feels her hollow gut well up and float a bit before dropping back down to collide with the next dip. She swallows back against a sudden rise of motion sickness. She&rsquo;s hungry. She had gone hungry so often as a child, hunger these days didn&rsquo;t bother her.</div>
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	But thinking about it does.</div>
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	She had been starving that day, forced to go to her mother&rsquo;s room. Her mother wouldn&rsquo;t answer the door. Desire stepped away making little of it. She waited watching a television show before her gnawing hunger led her back to her mother&rsquo;s room again.</div>
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	Walking up to the door a distinct sense of dread slipped over her. Something wasn&rsquo;t right on the other side of the door. Desire turned the doorknob expecting it to be locked.</div>
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	It opened.</div>
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	An odd awareness had washed through her. Chills tingled down her spine prickling her with wary suspicion. She pushed the door inward. It creaked rupturing into the silence a long teasing whine. Her mother was laying back on the bed her eyes half open as if in deep thought. Overtaken with fright, Desire raced up to the bedside for her mother&rsquo;s comfort.</div>
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	&ldquo;Mommy,&rdquo; she said shaking her. &ldquo;Mommy?-&rdquo; The feel of her mother&rsquo;s stiff cold lifeless form, stilled her momentarily. It was the cold damp slime of death. The body expelling moisture after several hours of death, the feel and smell of it Desire will never forget.</div>
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	The stillness in the room, on the bed and her mother&rsquo;s face, her eyes open unseeing frightened her. Desire screamed, moving backwards fast, she tripped over her own feet. Scrambling to get up, she turned to get away. The room expanded. The doorway shrunk and spun, moving far into the distance as Desire fell to the floor. The last thing she remembered was the excruciating pain as her head bounced against thick ceramic tile.</div>
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	Desire woke up in the hospital confused in a strange place without a clue as to how she got there. Waking from a coma, she remembered nothing and didn&rsquo;t think to ask. Her desperate young mind had erased the memory of it to make it disappear.</div>
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	The bus tunneled through the black starless night along an open stretch of highway far from any sign of city life. Veils of dark shadow fell across her face as oncoming traffic passed and faded into the night. It was much the same shadow of dark that had made habit to follow her. Even in the hospital, she hadn&rsquo;t been secure.</div>
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	The police had come to question the little girl. Desire, once again, had to face the uncertain concept of death and its power of finality. Shattered with the grief only a frightened child could experience she fell distant to all those around her. Like her father, her mother had gone-forever. On the counsel of her doctor, the police let her be.</div>
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	During the investigation, any recollections Desire might have had of her mother&rsquo;s boyfriend had never been brought up, because he didn&rsquo;t exist as far as anyone including the authorities knew.</div>
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	Could her mother&rsquo;s boyfriend have been living in their home?</div>
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	No one outside of the home seemed to know of him. Personal items, anything to do with him, he must have taken with him. He may have even wiped his prints before he left.</div>
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	Had the police have been slack in their investigations?</div>
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	In all fairness her mother had few friends to question. If her mother had been socializing with new friends, no one seemed to know who they may have been. Her mother had long since broken contact with old friends and had grown distant from relatives.</div>
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	Everyone had blamed it on the money.</div>
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	What else could it have been?</div>
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	Without evidence to suspect a boyfriend, they had nothing to speculate. Desire saddened by the thought blotted more tears with the inside lapel of her overcoat. She missed her mother.</div>
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	Despite that she was soon imposed on by a new phenomenon. It had started in the hospital.</div>
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	As soon as the ward was bedded down for the night with the lights turned low, she would see what she thought were hospital patients in gowns roaming the hallways. They drifted back and forth by her door and sometimes right into her room. She would shut her eyes tight willing them away. It didn&rsquo;t always work.</div>
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	One night an old woman with matted gray hair and paper thin skin etched with wrinkles sagging over a skeletal face came to her bedside. She stood there looking down at her, eyes round as if in shock, her lips moving, chewing, speaking, Desire couldn&rsquo;t tell which. It frightened her out of her wits. She screamed for her life. The nurse on duty came to soothe the screaming child. She finally administered a sedative to help her sleep.</div>
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	On the following night, it happened all over again. This time Desire got out of bed and tried to follow the &lsquo;floater&rsquo;. That&rsquo;s what she called them, &lsquo;floaters&rsquo;, because they floated, moving forward in total silence with strange purpose.</div>
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	The night time nurse on duty caught Desire out of bed and sent her back with another sedative.</div>
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	No one would believe her story of the &lsquo;floaters&rsquo; when she told them about it.</div>
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	To Be Continued&hellip;</div>
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	To Read The Complete Saga Postings Up To Date Go To: http://skdelph.blog.com/</div>
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	Tarot Card of the Day - The Eight of Pentacles</div>
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	Posted by Bonita Summers on December 20, 2009 at 6:30pm</div>
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	It doesn&#39;t surprise me that I&#39;ve drawn the eight of pentacles today. I&#39;ve been given an amazing gift by a dear friend, a scrying mirror. Using this blackened mirror is like working with a crystal ball. You gaze into it and allow images to surface. I&#39;ve also been exploring with increasing depth the experience of lucid dreaming and what lies beyond the dream terrain, something I&#39;ll be discussing in greater detail in my upcoming workshop on lucid dreaming.</div>
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	The eight of pentacles prompts us to recognize ourselves as divine beings. To do this, we have to use whatever means are available to us to plumb our own depths and discover what we are when we strip away our ego identities and all the material trappings that prop them up.</div>
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	We can meditate, scry, and explore what lies behind the lucid dream. We can disconnect from the noise of the thinking mind and attain a state of pure beingness during meditation. We can interact directly with our subconscious archetypal material with scrying, and we can learn to realize clear light consciousness with further exploration of the lucid dream state.</div>
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	We need no longer be content with stories from sacred texts and spiritual leaders. We can discover these truths for ourselves and know our divinity if we have the courage to traverse our inner terrain.</div>]]></description><link><![CDATA[ http://nappn.net/pt/Tarot-Card-of-the-Day---The-Eight-of-Pentacles/blog.htm ]]></link><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 23:55:22 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true"><![CDATA[ http://nappn.net/pt/Tarot-Card-of-the-Day---The-Eight-of-Pentacles/blog.htm ]]></guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Bull in the China Shop &ndash; The Prince of Swords]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p>
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	The Bull in the China Shop - The Prince of Swords</div>
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	Posted by Bonita Summers on December 21, 2009 at 11:00am</div>
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	It&#39;s not surprising that this card would show itself so close to Christmas. This headstrong, single-minded prince doesn&#39;t have a problem with getting the job done even if other people get upset along the way.</div>
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	As we finish up preparation for our holiday festivities, it&#39;s easy to get impatient with long lines at the store, recipes that don&#39;t turn out the way we planned, and last-minute changes to our holiday get-togethers.</div>
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	This prince can also lapse into confusion when things don&#39;t go his way. He&#39;s so singleminded that when plans go awry, he lacks the flexibility to go with the change in flow.</div>
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	It&#39;s important during this hectic time of year to reprioritize and remind ourselves what the season is really about, and don&#39;t sweat the small stuff.</div>
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	Do you uplift or destroy with your logic? The Ace of Swords</div>
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	Posted by Bonita Summers on December 22, 2009 at 10:30am</div>
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	Today&#39;s card is all about the kind of clarity we derive from rational and linear thinking and the danger of being too rational in ways that disrupt relationships and cause alienation.</div>
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	Sometimes, holistic thinkers are all over the place, and it can show itself in their environment and in the way they conduct ourselves. The office worker whose desk is always a disaster can actually manage quite well for a time, knowing what is where on his desk almost by intuition. An employee who thinks holistically might make a proposal to her boss in a roundabout manner, because she sees the big picture and has trouble communicating in a linear fashion. This can drive a linear thinker crazy and make them impatient.</div>
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	The office worker needs to take time occasionally to tidy his desk. Both parties in a discussion need to understand how the other communicates. Rational thinkers need to give holistic thinkers time to get to the point, and holistic thinkers need to structure their communication better so as to be heard by rational thinkers and not try their patience.</div>
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	When our homes, offices or lives are in disarray, applying a linear strategy is often the most expeditious way to get the problem solved. Make a list of things to tackle. Start at one end of a room and clean to the other end. You&#39;ll feel better and more organized afterward. The new year is a great time to start off with a clean slate, so use the holidays to tidy up and get organized for January.</div>
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	On the flip side, we need to be careful not to be overly rational when facing an emotional situation. Sometimes, we can escape into our heads when our hearts feel overwhelmed. It takes courage to be truly present when a loved one is hurting or when we ourselves are upset. When we get together with friends and family over the holidays, we can avoid conflict by trying to understand our different communication styles and being patient with someone who may say their piece with more emotion or in indirect ways. We can keep our heart open as well as our ears.</div>
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	Rational thinking has its place in terms of organization and helping complete tasks efficiently, but it must be married to the softer, intuitive side of our nature so that we maintain our compassion and humanity in all situations. When that balance is struck, we move forward in our lives in harmony.Do you uplift or destroy with your logic? The Ace of Swords</div>
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	Posted by Bonita Summers on December 22, 2009 at 10:30am</div>
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	Today&#39;s card is all about the kind of clarity we derive from rational and linear thinking and the danger of being too rational in ways that disrupt relationships and cause alienation.</div>
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	Sometimes, holistic thinkers are all over the place, and it can show itself in their environment and in the way they conduct ourselves. The office worker whose desk is always a disaster can actually manage quite well for a time, knowing what is where on his desk almost by intuition. An employee who thinks holistically might make a proposal to her boss in a roundabout manner, because she sees the big picture and has trouble communicating in a linear fashion. This can drive a linear thinker crazy and make them impatient.</div>
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	The office worker needs to take time occasionally to tidy his desk. Both parties in a discussion need to understand how the other communicates. Rational thinkers need to give holistic thinkers time to get to the point, and holistic thinkers need to structure their communication better so as to be heard by rational thinkers and not try their patience.</div>
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	When our homes, offices or lives are in disarray, applying a linear strategy is often the most expeditious way to get the problem solved. Make a list of things to tackle. Start at one end of a room and clean to the other end. You&#39;ll feel better and more organized afterward. The new year is a great time to start off with a clean slate, so use the holidays to tidy up and get organized for January.</div>
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	On the flip side, we need to be careful not to be overly rational when facing an emotional situation. Sometimes, we can escape into our heads when our hearts feel overwhelmed. It takes courage to be truly present when a loved one is hurting or when we ourselves are upset. When we get together with friends and family over the holidays, we can avoid conflict by trying to understand our different communication styles and being patient with someone who may say their piece with more emotion or in indirect ways. We can keep our heart open as well as our ears.</div>
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	Rational thinking has its place in terms of organization and helping complete tasks efficiently, but it must be married to the softer, intuitive side of our nature so that we maintain our compassion and humanity in all situations. When that balance is struck, we move forward in our lives in harmony.</div>]]></description><link><![CDATA[ http://nappn.net/pt/Do-you-uplift-or-destroy-with-your-logic-The-Ace-of-Swords/blog.htm ]]></link><pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 23:52:25 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true"><![CDATA[ http://nappn.net/pt/Do-you-uplift-or-destroy-with-your-logic-The-Ace-of-Swords/blog.htm ]]></guid></item></channel></rss>