<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346</id><updated>2009-12-26T04:12:07.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the home of Compassionate Illumination where we promote the healing and connectivi</title><subtitle type='html'>The purpose of this blog is to promote the healing and connectivity of spirit with true testimonials from the heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-2680719570053645393</id><published>2009-07-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:33:26.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JEANNE AT BELLA WOODS EVENT ON AUGUST 15, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COME AND JOIN JEAN&lt;br /&gt;AT&lt;br /&gt;THE BELLA WOODS EXPERIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 am to 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELLWOOD, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BODY~MIND~SPIRIT INTEGRATION CELEBRATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTERNATIVE WELLNESS FAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Lectures w/$5.00 Admission&lt;br /&gt;See Schedule Below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit 41 on Interstate 99 and Follow Event Signs&lt;br /&gt;Through the Quaint Town of Bellwood&lt;br /&gt;To the Wolf Furniture Distribution Center and&lt;br /&gt;Continue Following the event signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What kind of Practitioner will you find at Bella Woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeopathic Doctors&lt;br /&gt;Acupressure&lt;br /&gt;Astrologists&lt;br /&gt;Iridologists&lt;br /&gt;Numerologists&lt;br /&gt;Massage Therapists&lt;br /&gt;Reiki Masters/Teachers&lt;br /&gt;Animal / Pet Communicators&lt;br /&gt;Psychologists&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive Counselors&lt;br /&gt;Mediums&lt;br /&gt;Aromatherapists&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Wives / Hypno-Birthers&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotherapists&lt;br /&gt;E.F.T Facilitators&lt;br /&gt;Past Life Regressionists&lt;br /&gt;Spirit Artists&lt;br /&gt;Authors&lt;br /&gt;Ministers&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Counselors&lt;br /&gt;Energy Healers&lt;br /&gt;Results Teachers&lt;br /&gt;Shamans&lt;br /&gt;Flower Essence Experts&lt;br /&gt;Color &amp; Sound Therapists&lt;br /&gt;Meditation Teachers&lt;br /&gt;Yoga Masters / Instructors&lt;br /&gt;Life &amp; Marriage Coaches / Counselors&lt;br /&gt;Tarot Readers&lt;br /&gt;Aura Photographers&lt;br /&gt;Breathwork Facilitators&lt;br /&gt;Herbalists&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Doctors&lt;br /&gt;Plus:&lt;br /&gt;A Spiritual Outlet&lt;br /&gt;Bling (*Jewelry*) ~ Crystals ~ Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Jo's Italian Specialties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2009 LECTURE LINE-UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Note ... TWO Lecture Rooms (A-B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lecture Room A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-1 Lori Crilley "Tarot for Your Spirit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2 Joyce Truesdale "Flower Essence for Emotional Well-Being"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Mary Anne Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 Teri Ippoliti "Chakra Talk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 Carol Reyan "Ascension"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-6 Diane Palmer "Shamanic Counseling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lecture Room B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-12 Carolyn &amp; Dr. Thomas Buck "What Can Hypnosis Do for YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-1 Dr. Nick Martin "There's Something More"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2 Rev. Dr. Linda Martin "Your Divine Self"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 Rev. Carole Obley "Messages from the Other Side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 Jeanne Brumbaugh "Sacrifice Gives Way to Restoration"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 Joanie Yanusas "Discover Yourself, Your Path, Your Power"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-6 Susan Lynne "Communicating with Your Angels"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Jo’s Italian Specialties&lt;br /&gt;Concession&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;Lunch &amp; Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PLEASE GO TO&lt;br /&gt;HTTP://WWW.SOULS-R-WE.NET&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;br /&gt;THE BROCHURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE SURE TO TELL ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON’T MISS&lt;br /&gt;THE BELLA WOODS EXPERIENCE 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-2680719570053645393?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-620015816137468446</id><published>2009-05-06T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:06:32.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIDE OUTSIDE UPSIDE DOWN: THE POWER OF PERCEPTION WORKSHOP</title><content type='html'>JEAN'S&lt;br /&gt;COMPASSIONATE ILLUMINATION&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INSIDE OUTSIDE UPSIDE DOWN: THE POWER OF PERCEPTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;•  Living inside out in an upside down world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  What you believe shapes what you perceive which then leads to what you receive as well as to what you achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Living your truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Owning your perceptions &lt;br /&gt;and owning your power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedford County&lt;br /&gt;Arts Center&lt;br /&gt;137 East Pitt Street, Bedford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday, May 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;4-6pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 – includes materials &amp; refreshments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservations requested!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Call 814-327-2435&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-620015816137468446?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/620015816137468446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-6646468943969516833</id><published>2009-04-08T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:03:25.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausing For Presence In Prayer Presentation On Saturday, April 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>JEAN’S&lt;br /&gt;COMPASSIONATE &lt;br /&gt;ILLUMINATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PAUSING FOR PRESENCE IN PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEDFORD COUNTY ARTS CENTER&lt;br /&gt;137 East Pitt Street, Bedford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, APRIL 18&lt;br /&gt;4-6 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 – Includes Materials &amp; Refreshments&lt;br /&gt;Reservations Requested!&lt;br /&gt;Call (814)327-2435&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“In prayer it is better to have a heart without words, than words without a heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---John Bunyan, English preacher and writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PRESENTATION INCLUDES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Examining definitions of prayer&lt;br /&gt;• Exploring diverse prayer practices&lt;br /&gt;• Discovering the power of prayer&lt;br /&gt;• Sharing “prayer pearls”&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/3738389907051874346-6646468943969516833?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/6646468943969516833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Materials and Refreshments&lt;br /&gt;(Give as you are able to do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservations Requested!&lt;br /&gt;Call 814-327-2435&lt;br /&gt;http://www.compassionateillumination.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-8582779090535883421?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/8582779090535883421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=8582779090535883421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/8582779090535883421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/8582779090535883421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-march-21-2009-bridge-between.html' title='SATURDAY, MARCH 21, 2009 A BRIDGE BETWEEN TWO WORLDS: MESSAGES OF LOVE AND LIGHT'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-5732559382818849118</id><published>2009-03-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:20:55.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 2009 COMPASSIONATE ILLUMINATION AT PENN STATE'S EARTH DAY FESTIVAL</title><content type='html'>COMPASSIONATE ILLUMINATION AT PENN STATE'S EARTH DAY FESTIVAL ON FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean is proud to be a part of Penn State Altoona's 8th Annual Earth Day Festival, sponsored by Eco-Action, which is being held on Friday, April 24th, 2009 from 10am-5pm. Events will center in and around the Slep Student Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned events include a drum circle led by Jonathan Murray of FunDrum Rhythm Circles, meditation and yoga sessions, canoe lessons and races, children's activities, a headlining performance by Mystery Train, and of course, exhibits by local businesses, organizations, and other clubs at Penn State Altoona. There will also be an alternative fuel/energy efficient auto show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean will have a Compassionate Illumination presentation and will lead an Earth Day meditation. She will be available for sessions on the campus as well. Call (814-327-2435) or e-mail (illuminata306@hotmail.com)Jean today to schedule your Earth Day session with Compassionate Illumination. First come, first serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-5732559382818849118?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/5732559382818849118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=5732559382818849118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/5732559382818849118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/5732559382818849118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-april-24-2009-compassionate.html' title='FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 2009 COMPASSIONATE ILLUMINATION AT PENN STATE&apos;S EARTH DAY FESTIVAL'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-8765629857592782779</id><published>2009-03-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:47:06.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.'s Testimonial on March 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The following is a testimonial on behalf of Jean's Compassionate Illumination:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You have really truly renewed my love for life.  The information you gave me only two minutes into our conversation confirmed to me just how real you had to be.  You are truly a loving and caring human being with a true gift and you actually strive to use it for good.  I finally realize why I am here and it was wonderful to have advice given from my angels and guides and of course Gram (even though she interrupted your shower).  LOL.  I can't thank you enough for your insight and I am truly striving to be a new me!  I can't wait to have another session.  Thank you and God bless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.&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/3738389907051874346-8765629857592782779?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/8765629857592782779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=8765629857592782779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/8765629857592782779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/8765629857592782779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2009/03/es-testimonial-on-march-10-2009.html' title='E.&apos;s Testimonial on March 10, 2009'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-4673694369671730941</id><published>2009-02-03T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:02:19.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE: CALL AND RESPONSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;February 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can you live with an open heart, even while others are frightened?  Love is not taking advantage of the vulnerabilities of others.  It is making the needs of others as important as your own.  Love is a fire that is out of control.  Once ignited, it cannot be contained.  You may strive for moderation in diet, exercise, and work hours, but striving for moderation in love is like striving for moderation in breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice moderation in all things except love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Gary Zukav&lt;br /&gt;Soul to Soul: Communications from the Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seminar focuses on learning the art of effective communication in intimate relationships. A thriving, rewarding, mutually satisfying relationship possesses a solid foundation based on healthy communication skills. If you love your partner and feel your relationship can benefit from learning some new skills then this seminar is for you!  Give your loved one something to truly celebrate this Valentine’s Day: the gift of improved communication! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note:  It is not necessary to presently be in an intimate relationship with someone in order to attend!  These skills can benefit everyone!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please plan on attending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE: CALL AND RESPONSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEDFORD COUNTY ARTS CENTER&lt;br /&gt;137 East Pitt Street&lt;br /&gt;Bedford, PA  15522&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 14 @ 4 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 – Includes Workshop Materials and Refreshments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL JEAN TODAY&lt;br /&gt;814-327-2435&lt;br /&gt;TO MAKE YOUR RESERVATION&lt;br /&gt;FOR &lt;br /&gt;VALENTINE’S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more about COMPASSIONATE ILLUMINATION at&lt;br /&gt;http://www.compassionateillumination.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-4673694369671730941?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/4673694369671730941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=4673694369671730941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/4673694369671730941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/4673694369671730941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-6041362051276067712</id><published>2008-12-07T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:40:52.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands and Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"If nature has made you a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart.  And though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-6041362051276067712?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/6041362051276067712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=6041362051276067712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/6041362051276067712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/6041362051276067712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/12/hands-and-heart.html' title='Hands and Heart'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-6487563079306604169</id><published>2008-12-07T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:51:05.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM THE GLORY OF AN UNCAGED HEART</title><content type='html'>With hands of Love and Light&lt;br /&gt;glowing and rocking&lt;br /&gt;you shape and mold&lt;br /&gt;the frothing fur of each layer.&lt;br /&gt;You take broken and sundered vortices&lt;br /&gt;and with chanted prayer and colored breath&lt;br /&gt;make them whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parched energies&lt;br /&gt;lost among twisted canyons&lt;br /&gt;are found&lt;br /&gt;and with gentle hands&lt;br /&gt;returned to protected silence.&lt;br /&gt;There, spinning on stamping feet&lt;br /&gt;they become the whirling dervishes&lt;br /&gt;borne and held&lt;br /&gt;within the thunder of each soul's matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts that you share&lt;br /&gt;spring from the throne of compassion&lt;br /&gt;and from the glory of an uncaged heart.&lt;br /&gt;These gifts&lt;br /&gt;shot through with gnarled veins of runic gold&lt;br /&gt;speak in whispered words on the breath of angels,&lt;br /&gt;shielding and guiding you&lt;br /&gt;riding the wind from the far side of the veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melody of each life you touch&lt;br /&gt;sings its way up through ancient sunlight&lt;br /&gt;till it spills over the cusp of a new sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;From the root to the crown&lt;br /&gt;this being radiates&lt;br /&gt;in waves of sparkling colors&lt;br /&gt;the blushed bloom of a jungle rose.&lt;br /&gt;Its scented petals&lt;br /&gt;wearing a necklace of morning dew&lt;br /&gt;bows to the sun,&lt;br /&gt;taking its first breath&lt;br /&gt;of what could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will walk your path&lt;br /&gt;on the fresh crust of each new season.&lt;br /&gt;Your path will ride&lt;br /&gt;the curves and bark on the tree of life,&lt;br /&gt;and with surrendered joy&lt;br /&gt;discover unexpected beauty and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;And now, as you look&lt;br /&gt;through the panes of your soul&lt;br /&gt;your path is calling to you&lt;br /&gt;in a yearning&lt;br /&gt;for the tidal surge of your next step.&lt;br /&gt;The trilling notes of your song,&lt;br /&gt;the crescendo of your life's symphony&lt;br /&gt;on wings await&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written for Jean Brumbaugh by Mel Samms-Overley on December 3, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-6487563079306604169?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/6487563079306604169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=6487563079306604169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/6487563079306604169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/6487563079306604169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-glory-of-uncaged-heart.html' title='FROM THE GLORY OF AN UNCAGED HEART'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-1445676305217859857</id><published>2008-11-07T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:15:45.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, WE CAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;While we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism and doubt and those who tell us we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes We Can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;President-Elect of the United States of America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-1445676305217859857?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/1445676305217859857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=1445676305217859857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/1445676305217859857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/1445676305217859857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='YES, WE CAN!'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-8470583574743711137</id><published>2008-11-01T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T05:04:54.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELIC INSPIRATIONS ,VIBRATIONS, AND REMINDERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels point us to those open windows that somehow linger unnoticed by each slammed door of opportunity in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of our lives we are taught to walk, to speak, to run, to love, to receive, and to give in return.  We are taught by people who know us well and those who don't know us at all.  We are also taught by angels and by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us accept TRUTH, even when it surprises us, and alters our views. --- George Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we BELIEVE in each other we act as angels, offering our confidence and the power of our FAITH.  It is no small thing to look in another's eyes, straight and true, and say with sincerity, "I BELIEVE in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To HOPE is to fly.  To fly is to DREAM.  To DREAM is to BELIEVE.  To BELIEVE is to DO.  To DO is to give HOPE.  To give HOPE is to fight the fight of angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AN ANGEL BY YOUR SIDE: THOUGHTS FOR EACH DAY calendar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-8470583574743711137?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/8470583574743711137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=8470583574743711137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/8470583574743711137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/8470583574743711137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/11/angelic-inspirations-vibrations-and.html' title='ANGELIC INSPIRATIONS ,VIBRATIONS, AND REMINDERS'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-2841850854260739747</id><published>2008-10-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:47:01.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE NOTE FROM THE UNIVERSE</title><content type='html'>YOUR GIFTS ARE INNUMERABLE;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR DEPTH IS INCALCULABLE;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PRESENCE IS UNFORGETTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR TOUCH IS HEALING;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR STYLE APPEALING;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR POWER IS MIND REELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU ARE LOVED AND ADORED&lt;br /&gt;ON A MOMENT-TO-MOMENT BASIS,&lt;br /&gt;MORE THAN YOU CAN COMPREHEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LIKE WE PLANNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~THE UNIVERSE &lt;br /&gt;(http://www.theuniverse@tut.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-2841850854260739747?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/2841850854260739747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=2841850854260739747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/2841850854260739747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/2841850854260739747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-note-from-universe.html' title='LOVE NOTE FROM THE UNIVERSE'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-3370552304160811389</id><published>2008-10-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:43:45.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPASSIONATE ILLUMINATION ANNOUNCES UPCOMING WORKSHOPS AND EVENTS</title><content type='html'>In October, Jean Brumbaugh of Compassionate Illumination presented the workshop, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOUR SECRET GARDEN: HEALING THE HEART&lt;/span&gt;, at the Bedford Arts Center. She wove several art forms into the content of the workshop, utilizing the painting “Miranda’s World,” by artist Robin Grass; the poem, “Finding the Lost Child,” penned by local poet, Mel Samms-Overley; and the song, “I Hope You Dance,” recorded by Lee Ann Womack . This month, on Saturday, November 15, 2008 she proudly offers the workshop, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STICKS AND STONES: THE POWER OF WORDS&lt;/span&gt;, at the Bedford Arts Center from 4-6 pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean is offering events each month at the Bedford Arts Center for the purpose of tending to the bodies, minds, and spirits of all. Topics for presentations and workshops have not yet been decided; however, the following dates are scheduled for the events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sat., Nov. 15, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Sat., Dec. 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Sat., Jan. 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Sat., Feb. 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Sat., March 21, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each event will be held from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4-6 pm at the Bedford Arts Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservations are requested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 (covers materials and refreshments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please contact Jean at (814) 327-2435 to register!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email: illuminata306@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Website: www.compassionateillumination.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;***Please make note of the dates and plan on joining Jean***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JEAN IS INTERESTED IN HAVING A COUPLE’S WORKSHOP!  PLEASE CONTACT HER AND LET HER KNOW IF YOU AND YOUR BELOVED ARE INTERESTED IN LEARNING MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JEAN’S&lt;br /&gt;COMPASSIONATE ILLUMINATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&lt;br /&gt;BERKELEY SPRINGS, WV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FESTIVAL OF LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC FAIR&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;ALTERNATIVE HEALING EXPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;NOV. 8 &amp; 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;10 AM - 4 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;The Ice House located at the corner of Independence St. and Mercer St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 30 vendors will be featured!  What can you find at THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHT?  The following modalities will be represented:  essential oils; flower essences; hand and foot reflexology; sound, color, and light vibration; homeopathic remedies; iridology; meditation; reiki; astrology; crystals; dowsing; energy work; master alignment; numerology; shamanism; tarot; lectures; demonstrations; mini-readings; and hands-on-work!  There’s something for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission:  $3 per day&lt;br /&gt;Workshops: $5 per workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ASK JEAN TO COME AND GIVE ONE OF HER MOTIVATIONAL PRESENTATIONS TO YOUR ORGANIZATION!&lt;br /&gt;She is available to do seminars, workshops, and inspirational talks!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/3738389907051874346-3370552304160811389?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/3370552304160811389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-7358590084163310704</id><published>2008-10-06T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:50:59.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>---LOVE IS A LITTLE WHITE BIRD---</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it won't help any, it won't get us anywhere&lt;br /&gt;it won't wipe away what has been&lt;br /&gt;nor hold off what is to be&lt;br /&gt;if you hear me saying&lt;br /&gt;---LOVE is a little white bird---&lt;br /&gt;and the flight of it so fast&lt;br /&gt;you can't see it&lt;br /&gt;and you know it's there&lt;br /&gt;only by the faint whirr of its wings&lt;br /&gt;and the hush song coming so low to your ears&lt;br /&gt;you fear it might be silence&lt;br /&gt;and you listen keen and you listen long&lt;br /&gt;and you know it's more than silence&lt;br /&gt;for you get the hush song so lovely&lt;br /&gt;it hurts and cuts into your heart&lt;br /&gt;and what you want is to give more than you can get&lt;br /&gt;and you'd like to write it but it can't be written&lt;br /&gt;and you'd like to sing it but you don't dare try&lt;br /&gt;because the little white bird sings it better than you can&lt;br /&gt;so you listen and while you listen you pray&lt;br /&gt;and one day it's as though a great slow wind&lt;br /&gt;had washed you clean and strong inside and out&lt;br /&gt;and the little white bird's hush song&lt;br /&gt;is telling you nothing can harm you,&lt;br /&gt;the days to come can weave in and weave out&lt;br /&gt;and spin their fabrics and designs for you&lt;br /&gt;and nothing can harm you---&lt;br /&gt;unless you change yourself into a thing of harm&lt;br /&gt;nothing can harm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you the little white bird---&lt;br /&gt;and my thanks for your hearing me---&lt;br /&gt;and my prayers for you,&lt;br /&gt;my deep silent prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Carl Sandburg&lt;br /&gt;"Little Word, Little White Bird"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-7358590084163310704?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/7358590084163310704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=7358590084163310704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/7358590084163310704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/7358590084163310704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is-little-white-bird.html' title='---LOVE IS A LITTLE WHITE BIRD---'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-7840646412908230264</id><published>2008-09-17T06:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:39:58.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When You Share Your Abundance</title><content type='html'>Catherine M. Kasper, in her book, &lt;strong&gt;ANGELIC ABUNDANCE: TREASURE MAPS&lt;/strong&gt;, suggests that September is the perfect month to focus on the abundance in your life.  She proposes the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share your abundance.  If you feel moved to, from your heart, share your abundance, for everything you give out comes back to you in some way.  Send something out into the Universe.  Watch to see it come back to you in any one of a number of ways the energy of love can take form!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if you shared your abundance today by......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking someone for making a difference in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving your waitress two or three times the average tip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising a stranger with a bouquet of flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling someone you noticed their act of kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a donation to a charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving pennies in a store that has a "Need a penny, take a penny" dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking cookies and taking a dozen to your neighbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying for a stranger's cup of coffee or ice cream cone or sandwich .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share your abundance today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Abundance, Love, and Light~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean&lt;div 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Abundance'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-293544829490447388</id><published>2008-09-17T06:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:03:56.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer For New Life</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be pregnant with the expression of a new being: someone more magnificent than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More powerful than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthier than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More alive than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More at cause than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tender than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More compassionate and merciful than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More full of love than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tolerant, less judgmental than I have been;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More at one with myself and with all others;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More close to You, dear Lord, than I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~Marianne Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-293544829490447388?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/293544829490447388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=293544829490447388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Well By Doing Good  &lt;br /&gt;William R. Brody     &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Excerpted from a speech delivered by Mr. Brody to the graduating class of John Hopkins University on May 26, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a man who I'd like to tell you about. His name is Sandy Greenberg. In his youth, Sandy was a very good student, but he came from a poor family. And so he went to Columbia University on a scholarship and there he met his roommate who also was receiving financial aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while he was a sophomore at Columbia University, Sandy contracted an eye disease that eventually proved to be glaucoma. But the trouble was, it wasn't detected early enough, and as a result he became legally blind. I ask you all to imagine for a moment having been sighted all your life, and then all of a sudden being faced, in a very competitive school, with losing so much sight you could no longer read. This is what happened to Sandy Greenberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something else happened to Sandy that may surprise you. Sandy said that when he lost his sight, his roommate would read his textbooks to him, every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to put you in that position, in a competitive school like Columbia, or Johns Hopkins. If your roommate had a serious disability, would you take the time to read textbooks to him every night, knowing the more you spend time reading textbooks to your roommate, perhaps the less well you might do with your other activities? That's not as easy a question as it first appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily for Sandy, his roommate did. And as a result, Sandy went on to graduate with honors. He got a Fulbright Scholarship, and he went off to study at Oxford. He was still quite poor, but he said he had managed to save about five hundred dollars as he went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His roommate, meanwhile, also went on to graduate school. One day, Sandy got a call from him at Oxford. And his former roommate said, "Sandy I'm really unhappy. I really don't like being in graduate school, and I don't want to do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sandy asked, "Well what do you want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his roommate told him, "Sandy, I really love to sing. I have a high school friend who plays the guitar. And we would really like to try our hand in the music business. But we need to make a promo record, and in order to do that I need $500."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sandy Greenberg told me he took all his life savings and sent it to his roommate. He told me, "You know, what else could I do? He made my life; I needed to help make his life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you'll remember the power of doing well by doing good. Each of you, in your own lives, will be faced with challenges, with roadblocks, with problems that you didn't anticipate or expect. How you are able to deal with adversity will be influenced, to no small extent, by how you deal with others along the way. What you get will depend a lot on what you give. And that's the end of the story of doing well, by doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I almost forgot. You probably are wanting to know who Sandy's roommate was. I think you've heard of him. Sandy's roommate was a fellow by the name of Art Garfunkel, and he teamed up with another musician by the name of Paul Simon. That $500 helped them cut a record that eventually became "The Sounds of Silence." Recently, we had the pleasure of going to Sandy's daughter's wedding, and it was Art Garfunkel who sang as Sandy walked his daughter down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get to be my age (which, for some of you, is really old, (though it doesn't seem so old to me anymore), you will find yourself beginning to ask, did my life make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the day of personal reckoning. And I think the only way to face it is to consider, every day of your life: How can I do something for somebody else? How can I give back to others? It may be teaching, it may be becoming a doctor, you may be successful in business - no matter what your career path, there will always be the opportunity to give back. The chance will present itself to be giving of your time, giving of your money, but mostly, to be giving of yourselves, of your own heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope today, as you commence to new beginnings, is you will always keep your eyes open for those opportunities to give and embrace them as your best sure way of doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-4219361949771664745?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/4219361949771664745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=4219361949771664745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/4219361949771664745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/4219361949771664745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/09/doing-well-by-doing-good.html' title='Doing Well By Doing Good'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-1680495754335427004</id><published>2008-09-17T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:19:52.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Empty Canvas</title><content type='html'>Life in itself is an empty canvas,&lt;br /&gt;it becomes whatsoever you paint on it.&lt;br /&gt;You can paint misery, you can paint bliss.&lt;br /&gt;This freedom is your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~Osho, Indian Spiritual Teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-1680495754335427004?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/1680495754335427004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=1680495754335427004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/1680495754335427004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/1680495754335427004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/09/empty-canvas.html' title='An Empty Canvas'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-1730317202621185174</id><published>2008-09-17T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:17:02.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"LOVE..."</title><content type='html'>Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it.&lt;br /&gt;Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it.&lt;br /&gt;Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-1730317202621185174?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/1730317202621185174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=1730317202621185174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/1730317202621185174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/1730317202621185174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='&quot;LOVE...&quot;'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-9071584203396026083</id><published>2008-09-09T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:26:49.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Has Seen The Wind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who has seen the wind?  Neither you nor I.&lt;br /&gt;But when the trees bow their heads,&lt;br /&gt;The wind is passing by.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Christina Rossetti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-9071584203396026083?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/9071584203396026083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=9071584203396026083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/9071584203396026083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/9071584203396026083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-has-seen-wind.html' title='Who Has Seen The Wind?'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-3650537743339731925</id><published>2008-09-09T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:24:20.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Force of God</title><content type='html'>Rosemary Altea writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that we cannot see the wind except when the leaves rustle on the trees, or when fields of long grasses dance, or tall poplars bend their backs.  In other words, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we can see the wind when it touches something&lt;/span&gt;.  The force of God, the force of the universe, and the spirit world, is much the same.  Sometimes it winds its way gently, softly, into our lives.  Sometimes the force of it is so strong that it blows its way into our lives like a full gale-force tornado, knocking us off our feet and in a moment forever changing our way of being and thinking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You Own the Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-3650537743339731925?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/3650537743339731925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=3650537743339731925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/3650537743339731925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/3650537743339731925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/09/force-of-god.html' title='The Force of God'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-6817139692534344530</id><published>2008-09-07T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:13:30.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch and Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Good Sunday morning to all!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was presented with several difficult challenges over the past couple of weeks which brought temporary discomfort and several empowering spiritual life lessons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;I allowed myself to become entangled in the nets of others and, as a result, I felt trapped and restricted---Not a good feeling!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;How many times in our lives do we allow the biting words and cutting actions (nets) of others to capture us and limit us?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it as easy to remove ourselves from the nets as it is to allow ourselves to be captured by them?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, I discovered it was much more difficult for me to swim out of the nets than it was to swim in and proceed to entangle myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I struggled and strained.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My human aspect was caught in the web of deception. It exclaimed, “Fight!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tug!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pull!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, do you know what happened?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It got worse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The moment I quelled my human-self and tuned in with my spiritual-self was the point when things began to improve. My spiritual aspect cried out, “This doesn’t make sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You got yourself entangled!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know how to untangle yourself! It’s not that hard! Why are you making it so difficult?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, for a while I kept flailing and fighting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The saying “The more you struggle, the tighter it gets!” certainly applied. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“So, Jean, what did you do?” You ask.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I stopped.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I prayed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I meditated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked God to help me because I was so stuck that I couldn’t figure out how to release myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tangles were so tight that I could not loosen them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a predicament!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I needed help! I had temporarily fallen back to relying on my human understanding, rather than relying on God and His understanding. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I was directed to ask others to lift me up in prayer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so, I emailed family and friends and asked them to pray on my behalf.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The response was immediate!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was amazed as I saw email after email flood back to me, expressing love and support.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tears filled my eyes as my body, mind, and spirit felt the loving embrace of so many beautiful people….EARTH ANGELS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They gently whispered to me, “Let go, Jean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have you. Let us help you.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;And so…..I let go. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;And…..The nets fell away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;And…..I was released.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Allow me to offer up, as a heartfelt thank you to my prayer warriors, the story of a whale and its CATCH AND RELEASE.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Consider yourselves nudged!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Thank you, my dear friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May God Bless You!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;With Gratitude, Light, and Love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jean &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&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/3738389907051874346-6817139692534344530?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/6817139692534344530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=6817139692534344530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/6817139692534344530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/6817139692534344530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-and-release.html' title='Catch and Release'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-3775112129600377361</id><published>2008-09-07T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:04:55.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Story Of A Grateful Whale</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 325px; border-collapse: collapse; height: 1px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 359.2pt;" valign="top" width="479"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 8.7pt;" valign="top" width="12"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 34.85pt;" width="46"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 359.2pt;" valign="top" width="479"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 8.7pt;" valign="top" width="12"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 34.85pt;" width="46"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 509px; border-collapse: collapse; height: 1px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 359.2pt;" valign="top" width="479"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 8.7pt;" valign="top" width="12"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 34.85pt;" width="46"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 359.2pt;" valign="top" width="479"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 21pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: rgb(0, 52, 152);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 8.7pt;" valign="top" width="12"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 34.85pt;" width="46"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 388px; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; height: 1px;" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 147.55pt;" valign="top" width="197"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 21.2pt;" valign="top" width="28"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 108.75pt;" valign="top" width="145"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="searchquote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="searchquote"&gt;If &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;you read the front page story of the San Francisco Chronicle on Thursday, Dec 15, 2005, you would have read about a female humpback whale who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="searchquote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;The fifty-foot whale was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her her tail, her torso and a line tugging in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fisherman spotted her just east of the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Farallone&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Islands&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; (outside the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Golden  Gate&lt;/st1:place&gt;) and radioed an environmental group for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her - a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed them gently around - she thanked them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same. May you, and all those you love, be so blessed and fortunate in the New Year- to be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the things that are binding you. And, may you always know the joy of giving and receiving gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 277.5pt; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt;" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="370"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 147.55pt;" valign="top" width="197"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 21.2pt;" valign="top" width="28"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; width: 108.75pt;" valign="top" width="145"&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p class="searchquote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/3738389907051874346-3775112129600377361?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/3775112129600377361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=3775112129600377361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/3775112129600377361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/3775112129600377361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-story-of-grateful-whale.html' title='The True Story Of A Grateful Whale'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-4767123123650378951</id><published>2008-09-01T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:48:33.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Are They That Mourn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today is September 1, 2008.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One year ago today my dear friend’s daughter died…the day &lt;b style=""&gt;after &lt;/b&gt;she celebrated her birthday. Three times this morning, the angels directed me to the same quote in three different sources: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;---Matthew 5:4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The following inspirational passage is an excerpt from a beautiful book, written by a mother who lost her child. &lt;b style=""&gt;BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN; COMFORT IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGELS &lt;/b&gt;by Brenda Schmidt enables you to feel the loving embrace of God and the angels as your heart is held with healing compassion, light, and love.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brenda celebrates her ability to communicate with her son after his passing. She shares the joy of realizing her son continues to live on in spirit and celebrates the moments when she feels him and hears him. Yes, their relationship continues!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a spiritual advisor and healer, I know that when we die our lives continue, just in a different form.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of you have had experiences where you have felt, heard, smelled, and/or seen Spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps you just don’t tell others, preferring to keep it to yourself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe you are afraid others will think you are really “out there” and fear being rejected.&lt;span style=""&gt; I encourage you to own your experiences and to give thanks for those precious gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grief changes us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It deconstructs, challenges, tempers, strips, hurts, breaks, and destroys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then,……and then, we emerge, after the ravages of grief with our broken hearts crying out to make sense of the unreal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is new life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are new beginnings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is the dawn of the new day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are forever changed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May Brenda’s excerpt give you peace that passes all understanding and may you find comfort in the arms of the angels.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Holding Your Heart With Love and Light,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jeanne&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brenda writes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;As a bereaved parent, I am on my own journey through grief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I give thanks daily for all the comfort I have received from God, his Angels, all my loved ones on both sides of the veil, my fellow bereaved friends, spiritual mentors and thousands of authors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Collectively, they have pushed me out of the black hole that is grief and into a new, whole and happy of life of peace and understanding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I have learned that you do not “get over” the physical loss of your child or a special loved one, but you can develop a new, deeper, spiritual, visual---even physical relationship, that may seem impossible to anyone who has not pursued it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;To accomplish this, it takes time, millions of tears, sorrow, blackness, an unbelievable amount of pain and suffering, hard work, study, patience, understanding, compassion toward others and much prayer and assistance from above.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is “grief work.” Do it and the outcome can be astounding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I will not say that I am no longer in grief or that I will ever be finished grieving the loss of my son.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the horrible emptiness has been filled with love and I am a new person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I develop and grow daily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bad days are rare.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The good days are better than ever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life seems so different, so filled with love and so worthwhile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know after seeing the darkest night, the light of life shines so much brighter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;It is my hope that each of you will also eventually find a level of happiness; although different from your life before grief; still rewarding in ways that are as yet, unimaginable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;In the last three years I have spoken with hundreds of people walking the path through grief and my heart aches as I absorb and understand a bit of the pain each one is living with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each day I learn of tragedies more intense than my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am truly amazed at the capacity of the human spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are too many people experiencing the excruciating pain of grief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each individual has a special relationship to the one they have lost and each is unique in their suffering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We must find our own way out of these depths of sorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The climb is not easy, but with perseverance and help, anyone can survive the worst loss---which is their own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;My love and prayers from the bottom of my heart and soul go out to all of you that suffer the seeming endlessness of grief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is hope. There is relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is peace.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is happiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that with these thoughts and exercises we can push you a little farther down the path---out of darkness and into the light.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Peace be with you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Brenda Schmidt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-4767123123650378951?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/4767123123650378951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=4767123123650378951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/4767123123650378951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/4767123123650378951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessed-are-they-that-mourn.html' title='Blessed Are They That Mourn'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738389907051874346.post-5660223616230574525</id><published>2008-08-30T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:15:58.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goosebumps Are Godbumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I want to share a passage with you today from ANGEL WATCH: GOOSEBUMPS, SIGNS, DREAMS AND DIVINE NUDGES, by Catherine Lanigan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember when I finally began to realize the connection between goosebumps and the presence of God, His angels, as well as other representations of Spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My clients often hear me refer to &lt;i style=""&gt;goosebumps, Godbumps, zaps, buzzes&lt;/i&gt;, etc. as confirmation or the presence of Spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought perhaps some of you would enjoy reading the passage below and reflecting on the times when you have felt these bodily responses and reactions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I encourage you to begin paying attention to the loving signs you are given when you ask for God’s guidance and presence in your life. Too many times we limit and or restrict God with our self-limiting beliefs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Spirit is tapping me at this moment!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Confirmation!) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Goosebumps are, after all, the knowledge that the divine is at hand….For good or ill, to let us know we’re safe or to advise us of wrong choices, goosebumps help to move us back onto our divine path.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are instrumental, but only insofar as we pay attention….One of the reasons for our being so slow on the uptake is that we don’t explain our actions and efforts in spiritual terms. How easily we pass off the divine as “coincidence” or “mistakes” or “unexplained.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;….There is always an explanation, if we are willing to look deeply enough for the answer….It takes faith to believe that we are all worthy of divine love….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;….And the next time you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rising to attention, stop and ask yourself if what you’re doing is part of your divine path.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If someone relates a story to you and goosebumps spring up across your forearms, that is confirmation of the truth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Use those goosebumps, along with your gut feelings, hunches and twinges at your heartstrings, to know when to trust and who to trust.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you’ve said your prayers and the heavens did not open up and lay the answer out in script for you to read, remember to listen with your inner ear to the words of your loved ones around you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Listen to the suddenly familiar song on the radio whose title might be the answer to your prayer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You’re being contacted every day and night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But are you watching?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trust that your guardian angels are guiding you, every step of the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;May you have many blessed experiences with Goosebumps/Godbumps!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;With Love and Light,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jeanne &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3738389907051874346-5660223616230574525?l=jeanslight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/feeds/5660223616230574525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3738389907051874346&amp;postID=5660223616230574525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/5660223616230574525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3738389907051874346/posts/default/5660223616230574525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanslight.blogspot.com/2008/08/goosebumps-are-godbumps.html' title='Goosebumps Are Godbumps'/><author><name>Jeanne Brumbaugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14601953511998061882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05126302397704666238'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>