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Hi Everyone,

The first thing I would like to announce is that I am working on my first major product! This is real progress for me and I am both humbled and excited at the same time. The product is about Success Concentration. There will be more news about this in the coming weeks.

Secondly, I plan to have the product ready in time to sell at Unseminar 7 in October! In order to fund the trip (hotel, meals, flight, seminar ticket, etc.) I am accepting sponsors just as… Continue

Posted on August 13, 2009 at 7:22am

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At 4:02am on November 9, 2010, The Ancient One said…: "Take a moment and think about who and what you are. What is there not to love?
The body? Love it as your communications vehicle on the physical plane and your love will maintain the visible form in the energy of love.

The personality? Love it and watch how it changes to mirror that love.

The Divine Consciousness of your essential Self? That's the full embodiment of universal love - the very Self expression of God. Can you not love God expressing as you?

You are a great, grand magnificent being, the sum-total of all the cosmic energies individualized as the being you are. Love the completeness of yourself, then turn your gaze to the one closest to you and see another super-being, and continue the rollout of your vision until you see everyone as the very Selfhood of God in individual expression."

John Randolph Price, in "Living a Life of Joy"

At 5:54am on April 24, 2009, The Ancient One said…: The Sun

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

( Mary Oliver )