<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:11:30.971-07:00</updated><category term='The Moon Dance'/><category term='Sicko...sick...of....some....things'/><category term='Dreaming'/><title type='text'>Floating in the sea of contemplation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-7907883141998061734</id><published>2007-07-17T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:20:57.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just went up on myspace due to the insistance of my roomates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/floatinginthesea"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/floatinginthesea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-7907883141998061734?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7907883141998061734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=7907883141998061734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/7907883141998061734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/7907883141998061734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-went-up-on-myspace-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-1447533795415328153</id><published>2007-07-15T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:42:29.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love After Love&lt;br /&gt;By: Derek Walcott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time will come&lt;br /&gt;when, with elation,&lt;br /&gt;you will greet yourself arriving&lt;br /&gt;at your own door, in your own mirror,&lt;br /&gt;and each with smile at the other's welcome&lt;br /&gt;and say sit here. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will love again the stranger who was your self.&lt;br /&gt;Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart&lt;br /&gt;to itself, to the stranger who has loved you,&lt;br /&gt;all your life, whom you ignored&lt;br /&gt;for another, who knows your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take down the loveletters from the bookshelf,&lt;br /&gt;the photographs, the desperate notes,&lt;br /&gt;feel your image from the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Sit. Feast on your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-1447533795415328153?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1447533795415328153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=1447533795415328153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/1447533795415328153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/1447533795415328153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-after-love-by-derek-walcott-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-7732052836371359792</id><published>2007-07-10T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:48:58.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKYikTuhKxA/RpR1Cki4t0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bFiC0q5HZFI/s1600-h/ATClogo_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085818566238320450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKYikTuhKxA/RpR1Cki4t0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bFiC0q5HZFI/s400/ATClogo_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-7732052836371359792?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7732052836371359792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=7732052836371359792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/7732052836371359792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/7732052836371359792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PKYikTuhKxA/RpR1Cki4t0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bFiC0q5HZFI/s72-c/ATClogo_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-653748889578573090</id><published>2007-07-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:27:47.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sicko...sick...of....some....things'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well some of you may be thinking, here we go again, another Michael Moore propaganda piece.  But man after watching Sicko, it made sick to my stomach and sick to be an American honestly.  Here's a real-life example of the types of issues he brings up in his film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.star-telegram.com/245/story/161795.html"&gt;http://www.star-telegram.com/245/story/161795.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation definitely reaffirms my hope to make my acupuncture practice an affordable place for all types of people, the logistics of how to survive doing that will obviously have to be worked out, but it is already being done through those involved in community acupuncture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.communityacupuncturenetwork.org/"&gt;http://www.communityacupuncturenetwork.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the possibilities of it all!! Its overwhelming at times, yet so important to think about how we can all live as concientious citizens in this society, how can we all do something that will make us proud to be human, to make us feel connected to those around us, to eliminate the mental physical social and psychological barriers that seperate us&lt;br /&gt;-from the smelly person we share the seat with on the bus&lt;br /&gt;-the methane addict who looks us in the eye and asks for our change&lt;br /&gt;-the guy early sunday morning on haight street picking up trash left behind by last night's partyers&lt;br /&gt;- etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know the only thing i can do right now is make those baby steps to remind myself that i am not a selfish egomanical wasteful human being...because if i try to do it all, it is just too overwhelming, if i try to compare myself to those people out there who breathe righteousness in like the passing air, then all i will do is wallow in my own self-pity which replicates the cycle of being caught up in my own shit&lt;br /&gt;how many hours a day do we waste worrying about shit that just does not matter!!!&lt;br /&gt;what a luxury we have, or what a shame it is we are left with too much time for thinking, it is like the prison of freedom, it comes with a price, and that price is losing perspective...perspective on whats important on what really matters, we know longer worry about survival on a day to day basis, safeway will always be there, our rice krispies will always fucking be there...&lt;br /&gt;and what about choices?? freedom to make way too many mundane choices, now that takes up too much precious time, too many calories, too much fat, too many carbs, now how about that protein...ill just have an apple thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-653748889578573090?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/653748889578573090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=653748889578573090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/653748889578573090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/653748889578573090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-some-of-you-may-be-thinking-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-7930749294891199682</id><published>2007-01-21T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:50:41.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acupuncture the evidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-799443241400641366&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acupuncture is a treatment growing in popularity in the UK and the programme demonstrated an experiment being conducted by Hugh MacPherson, Senior Research Fellow at the University of York. This mapped the effect of acupuncture on brain structures with both MRI and MEG scanners at the newly opened York Neuroimaging Centre. &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathysykes.jpg (2129 bytes)&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Sykes&lt;br /&gt;the presenter&lt;br /&gt;The team found that superficial needling resulted in activation of the motor areas of the cortex, a normal reaction to the sensation of touch.  But with deep needling, the brain’s limbic system, which is part of the pain matrix, was deactivated, a result that could not have been predicted from what we know about neural pathways.  This line of research suggests that the deactivation of the pain matrix may explain in part the mechanism by which acupuncture has an effect when used to treat chronic pain.&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-7930749294891199682?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7930749294891199682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=7930749294891199682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/7930749294891199682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/7930749294891199682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2007/01/acupuncture-evidence.html' title='Acupuncture the evidence'/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-7299521501218888423</id><published>2006-12-18T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:36:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a fijian love song....&lt;br /&gt;for the tune, you'll have to ask me to sing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;vorolaki kece noqu dodomo&lt;br /&gt;niua lako voli va kamataboko&lt;br /&gt;sega mada niu kila nomui tovo&lt;br /&gt;ko sa vakavuna noqumai kavoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noqu dina veiiko mo nanuma&lt;br /&gt;ai loloma mai utoqu mo kauta&lt;br /&gt;ni sai otioti qo ka ni gauna&lt;br /&gt;mo na mai talevi iko tale buna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rogo ca nai lo lo mai...utoqu&lt;br /&gt;ni sa na oti na dodomo ni yalonqu&lt;br /&gt;ni dau soli au meu i noqu&lt;br /&gt;noqu masu mo na bula vakacegu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-7299521501218888423?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7299521501218888423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=7299521501218888423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/7299521501218888423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/7299521501218888423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/12/fijian-love-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-6474338670856672651</id><published>2006-12-18T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:26:13.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you look at me&lt;br /&gt;with those WIDE eyes&lt;br /&gt;do you even &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so naive&lt;br /&gt;you are so....you&lt;br /&gt;you don't know any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And That Is Why I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be naive&lt;br /&gt;i want to be me&lt;br /&gt;i want to be US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;br /&gt;live love&lt;br /&gt;love love&lt;br /&gt;be love&lt;br /&gt;see love&lt;br /&gt;feel love&lt;br /&gt;make love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make beautiful babies&lt;br /&gt;Let's raise them to rise&lt;br /&gt;Rise above the horizon and float on clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free their minds&lt;br /&gt;free their bodies&lt;br /&gt;free our love&lt;br /&gt;free our souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's live in the woods&lt;br /&gt;Let's live on the sea&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk between stars&lt;br /&gt;Let's float thru the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-6474338670856672651?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6474338670856672651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=6474338670856672651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/6474338670856672651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/6474338670856672651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-look-at-me-with-those-wide-eyes-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-4791528028888332724</id><published>2006-12-15T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:18:50.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's go on a dream quest, a journey&lt;br /&gt;don Juan is our spiritual guide&lt;br /&gt;It's about time to re-discover your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following is excerpted from &lt;u&gt;The Art of Dreaming&lt;/u&gt; by Carlos Castaneda&lt;br /&gt;its gonna take awhile for me to record it all, the book is dense and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Explanations always call for deep thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when you actually dream, be light as a feather.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming has to be performed with integrity and seriousness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but in the midst of laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and with the confidence of someone who doesn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have a worry in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the seven gates of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first gate is a threshold we must cross by becoming aware of a particular sensation before deep sleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sensation which is like a pleasant heaviness that doesn't let us open our eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;We reach that gate the instant we become aware that we're falling asleep, suspended in darkness and heaviness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To cross the first gate we must be able to sustain the sight of any item of our dreams. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In order to diffuse the evanescent quality of dreams, sorcerers have devised the use of the starting point item. Every time you isolate it and look at it, you get a surge of energy. Start out slowly recognizing a few items in your dream and gradually increase the number. As soon as you feel the images begin to shift and you feel you are losing control, go back to the starting point item and start all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon reaching the first gate, you reach the energy body. Dreaming is the art of tempering the energy body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to gain energy is known as the sorcerer's way. They intelligently redeploy their energy by cutting down anything they consider superfluous in their lives. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are two ways of facing our being alive. One is to surrender to it, either by acquiescing to its demands or by fighting those demands. The other is by molding our particular life situation to fit our own configurations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When sorcerer's talk about molding one's life situation, they mean molding the awareness of being alive. Through molding this awareness, we can get enough energy to reach and sustain the energy body, and with it we can certainly mold the total direction and consequences of our lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-importance is not only the sorcerer's supreme enemy but the nemisis of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You reach the second gate of dreaming when you wake up from a dream into another dream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should only wake up when you are naturally through with dreaming, but while you are dreaming, you should dream that you wake up in another dream. In other words, to change dreams in an orderly and precise manner. Another way is to use the items seen within a dream to trigger another dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The true goal of dreaming is to perfect the energy body. And luckily a perfect energy body will act as a safety valve which will stop the dreamer from using their dreams for indulgence. Then at a given time their dreaming attention must make them surface. Thus you are able to distinguish between dreaming and being awake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-4791528028888332724?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4791528028888332724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=4791528028888332724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/4791528028888332724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/4791528028888332724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-go-on-dream-quest-journey-don-juan.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-4043236030981605307</id><published>2006-12-15T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:38:07.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Moon Dance'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Native-American legend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago there was a great wailing heard in our Nation.&lt;br /&gt;So much pain and sorrow and so many tears.&lt;br /&gt;Because of greed and power, our men were fighting and killing each other.&lt;br /&gt;The women were weeping for the loss of their husbands, fathers, uncles, and sons.&lt;br /&gt;As each tear drop hit the earth it made a sound that was heard throughout the heavens and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Our Grandmother Moon listened to the pain of the women of earth and went to our Creator to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;Creator, as always, listened and said, "I too have heard the wailing of the women and felt their pain. I shall send them a gift to help in their time of need.&lt;br /&gt;Tell them, Grandmother, to gather at the light of the full moon, bring their drums and rattles. Build a great fire under the light of the moon and around the sacred fire, dance, sing and pray for your men."&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother Moon sent Creator's words to the women on a gentle wind and all the women heard.&lt;br /&gt;And so it was that they gathered with their drums, rattles, songs and their prayers.&lt;br /&gt;They danced around the sacred fire under the light of the full moon and prayed for the blood shed to stop and the dying of their men to cease.&lt;br /&gt;They prayed, danced, and sang until the moon went to sleep and the sun awoke.&lt;br /&gt;Their prayers were heard and their gift was given.&lt;br /&gt;From this day on, because your prayers were so powerful and so filled with love; you, the women, will be given the blood of life, so that the blood of violent death will cease.&lt;br /&gt;Each month you will shed the blood of life, begining at the age when you will take a husband and from this blood human life will be born.&lt;br /&gt;When your children are grown your bleeding will stop because you have given enough and you will grow old listening to the laughter of your grandsons and granddaughters.&lt;br /&gt;The women were happy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-4043236030981605307?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4043236030981605307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=4043236030981605307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/4043236030981605307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/4043236030981605307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-time-ago-there-was-great-wailing.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-3042661245265445360</id><published>2006-11-25T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:31:03.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalorgasm.org"&gt;www.globalorgasm.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a good partner and get ready for December 22, when scientists at Princeton University will actually measure the energy effects of people all choosing to orgasm on the same day.  I don't doubt that this will help in some way to shift the energy fields.&lt;br /&gt;And even if nothing comes of it, its always a good excuse to have sex!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-3042661245265445360?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3042661245265445360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=3042661245265445360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/3042661245265445360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/3042661245265445360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/11/check-this-out-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-115880033108941229</id><published>2006-09-20T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:59:41.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sharing a beautiful poem by a talented poetess from the island of Samoa&lt;br /&gt;Power to Pacific artists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To A Young Artist in Contemplation&lt;br /&gt;By Sia Figel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y(our) anguish&lt;br /&gt;is a flame&lt;br /&gt;only the night&lt;br /&gt;understands&lt;br /&gt;a journey&lt;br /&gt;with no beginning&lt;br /&gt;no middle&lt;br /&gt;no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y(our) pain&lt;br /&gt;a child of the salt&lt;br /&gt;in the sea&lt;br /&gt;that surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;a journey&lt;br /&gt;with no beginning&lt;br /&gt;no middle&lt;br /&gt;no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the stars&lt;br /&gt;for like the night&lt;br /&gt;they too know of&lt;br /&gt;your lonliness&lt;br /&gt;and to the waves&lt;br /&gt;in the distance&lt;br /&gt;for they alone&lt;br /&gt;hear your cry&lt;br /&gt;in silence&lt;br /&gt;the moon will&lt;br /&gt;touch the part of you&lt;br /&gt;- no one else sees&lt;br /&gt;the one that cries&lt;br /&gt;in the day&lt;br /&gt;between your smiles&lt;br /&gt;your laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds will bring joy&lt;br /&gt;from far away&lt;br /&gt;you will hear it&lt;br /&gt;on the tongues of leaves&lt;br /&gt;- eternal joy of&lt;br /&gt;the free spirit that you are&lt;br /&gt;press it gently&lt;br /&gt;to your heart&lt;br /&gt;it is y(our) only possession&lt;br /&gt;the one that will&lt;br /&gt;carry you&lt;br /&gt;carry you&lt;br /&gt;carry you&lt;br /&gt;throughout y(our) journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when no one else listens&lt;br /&gt;and when no else&lt;br /&gt;understands you&lt;br /&gt;go back to the sea&lt;br /&gt;and scream&lt;br /&gt;(in silence)&lt;br /&gt;and the mana of salt&lt;br /&gt;will heal&lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;br /&gt;as you begin y(our) journey&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;and again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-115880033108941229?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/115880033108941229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=115880033108941229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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is stereo-typing and discrimination and bigotry&lt;br /&gt;But let me ask you this...how common is it to see an inter-racial marriage?&lt;br /&gt;People are still scared of the UNKNOWN...of whats different to the norms of what they are used to and what they have grown up with&lt;br /&gt;But dont you see - we are all the same!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And to go even further on that note -- whats up with discrimination against non-humans??...by that i mean our environment, mother earth, the sacred plants and trees and animals that enable us as humans to survive&lt;br /&gt;Heres some quotes, im purposely citing the author's race to make the point that we are all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I empty a vitamin pill and shut myself into the capsule, hoping desperately to transmute myself into someone blissfully average..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sudesh Mishra, Indian-Fijian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To resist is to piss in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who does will end up smelling&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this why do I defy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my inner voice is yelling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Travis Wells quoting Incubus - The New Age Crew, African American&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a race of men that don't fit in&lt;br /&gt;A race that can't stand still;&lt;br /&gt;So they break the hearts of kith and kin&lt;br /&gt;And roam the world at will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Service&lt;/em&gt;, 1907, &lt;em&gt;English- Canadian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all come from the Goddess&lt;br /&gt;And to her we shall return&lt;br /&gt;Like a drop of rain&lt;br /&gt;Flowing to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all come from the Sun God&lt;br /&gt;And to him we shall return&lt;br /&gt;Like a spark of fire&lt;br /&gt;Flying to the open sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all come from One&lt;br /&gt;And to One we shall return&lt;br /&gt;Like a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;reaching for eternity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rainbow Family of Light Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-115879625250318148?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/115879625250318148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=115879625250318148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115879625250318148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115879625250318148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/09/theme-of-this-post-is-universal-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-115879735860677789</id><published>2006-09-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T08:58:14.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6989/3851/1600/n603619_31159098_4655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6989/3851/320/n603619_31159098_4655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leleuvia Island, Fiji&lt;br /&gt;August 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found my pen...back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplations from a lonely soul&lt;br /&gt;set adrift on the aqua-green&lt;br /&gt;sea of change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark clouds move swiftly&lt;br /&gt;covering the once&lt;br /&gt;luminously blue&lt;br /&gt;crystal sky&lt;br /&gt;with a twinge (?) of&lt;br /&gt;grey saddness and&lt;br /&gt;insecurity about&lt;br /&gt;the approaching weather patterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the wind&lt;br /&gt;gather together its force&lt;br /&gt;of change&lt;br /&gt;and sweep upon us&lt;br /&gt;like an angry kitten&lt;br /&gt;always ready for a good tustle&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;or will it gently&lt;br /&gt;rock us back&lt;br /&gt;to the womb-like state&lt;br /&gt;of sleep and serenity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh look&lt;br /&gt;the sun has regained&lt;br /&gt;her composure&lt;br /&gt;and has slyly revealed&lt;br /&gt;her all-knowing self&lt;br /&gt;back through the&lt;br /&gt;melancholy&lt;br /&gt;grey&lt;br /&gt;clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want to&lt;br /&gt;give up that easy!&lt;br /&gt;...not today at least&lt;br /&gt;for this is&lt;br /&gt;the kingdom of the sun&lt;br /&gt;and we know she won't&lt;br /&gt;give up&lt;br /&gt;her territory&lt;br /&gt;that easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides...&lt;br /&gt;she's not like&lt;br /&gt;the moon&lt;br /&gt;disappearing&lt;br /&gt;for days&lt;br /&gt;on end&lt;br /&gt;to the point where&lt;br /&gt;the stars become&lt;br /&gt;the only reminder of nighttime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;she will share&lt;br /&gt;her playground&lt;br /&gt;with the clouds&lt;br /&gt;as long as they&lt;br /&gt;keep to the rules&lt;br /&gt;that is!&lt;br /&gt;playing&lt;br /&gt;hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;is all good fun&lt;br /&gt;but not when&lt;br /&gt;the clouds become&lt;br /&gt;too powerful&lt;br /&gt;too cohesive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have much patience&lt;br /&gt;for that&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;the sun is&lt;br /&gt;the expansion of&lt;br /&gt;the ego&lt;br /&gt;the self&lt;br /&gt;the power trip&lt;br /&gt;we only dream about&lt;br /&gt;on those days...&lt;br /&gt;when we just can't seem&lt;br /&gt;to find our&lt;br /&gt;voice&lt;br /&gt;our self-expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For don't we all want to shine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-115879735860677789?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/115879735860677789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=115879735860677789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115879735860677789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115879735860677789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/09/leleuvia-island-fiji-august-2006-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-115879522063126208</id><published>2006-09-20T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:04:10.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6989/3851/1600/n603619_31154206_3452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6989/3851/320/n603619_31154206_3452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suva, Fiji&lt;br /&gt;February 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIJI......FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;Fiji.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Real.&lt;br /&gt;Alive.&lt;br /&gt;Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A return to the roots of civilization&lt;br /&gt;to a strange, unsure, beautiful, welcoming, poor, rich, alive land.&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and&lt;br /&gt;slow down your thinking,&lt;br /&gt;universal traveller.&lt;br /&gt;Immerse yourself in the sun and water and&lt;br /&gt;just close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;Fiji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a paradox we live in as humans...&lt;br /&gt;Different types each colored with a different crayola&lt;br /&gt;some are mixed together -&lt;br /&gt;others stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;The fearful ones overcrowd their side of the box.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we all melt down and become a messy blob of color, leaking onto our neighbors??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because we are different and......&lt;br /&gt;religiously speaking.....&lt;br /&gt;statistically speaking.....&lt;br /&gt;economically speaking.....&lt;br /&gt;socially speaking......&lt;br /&gt;inherently speaking......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you stop speaking and&lt;br /&gt;start living?&lt;br /&gt;You view the world in terms of money and numbers -&lt;br /&gt;the world is your abacus.&lt;br /&gt;What is not tangible or visible to the eye&lt;br /&gt;does not exist to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expand your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Think outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect to YOU&lt;br /&gt;Respect to ME&lt;br /&gt;And we shall all be FREE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-115879522063126208?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/115879522063126208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=115879522063126208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115879522063126208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115879522063126208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/09/suva-fiji-february-2006-fiji.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-115879147775658751</id><published>2006-09-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:36:08.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some quotes I have collected that help to explain that elusive life-changing, habit-forming thing we call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRAVELLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"He who does not TRAVEL does not know the value of men [people...sorry 21st century update]."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------- Moorish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You cannot TRAVEL on the path before you have become the path itself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------- Guatama Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------- T.S. Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Above all, never lose your desire to walk. The more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. If one keeps walking, everything will be alright."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------- Not Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"He is by nature led to peace so perfect that the young behold with envy what the old man hardly feels."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;------------------------------------------- Wordsworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-115879147775658751?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/115879147775658751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=115879147775658751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115879147775658751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115879147775658751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-are-some-quotes-i-have-collected.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34761848.post-115878850602566852</id><published>2006-09-20T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:32:54.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow....I am blogging, i feel like I'm checking into the 21st century...pretty neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so hi to me...because at the end of the day who else are you really blogging for anyway? Yeah maybe you'll give your friends and family the address...let them browse your deepest inner thoughts...know the intricacies of your daily life...but any writer with a SOUL knows they would be doing this anyway, no matter who did and didn't read it...&lt;br /&gt;because thats what writing is...a gateway into the inner workings of your soul...those deep hard to reach thoughts that dangle on the tip of your tongue when your deep in conversation...but theres always the FEAR...scared that your fellow conversant will think your a crazy tree-hugging liberal...or maybe if you let them see too deep inside of you, let them look deeply enough into your bright wide eyes...just maybe they could snatch the very thought out of your brain and store it somewhere inside of theirs...and then the thought would be lost to you forever&lt;br /&gt;So yes this is why writing is so important for those of us who think we have something to say...this is a creative release...we use words as our water-colors...to paint a picture of the flow that moves up our bodies...the current of energy surging through our chakras, begging to be released...dying to be released...because without a release, that is when we get SICK&lt;br /&gt;Yes this "alternative health" movement is sweeping our world...it is bringing back the primitive (=beautiful, to me) mind, the consciousness that connects our physical body to our mental mind to our holy spirit&lt;br /&gt;once we begin to understand those connections then we can understand our balance on the scale of this universe that we call home...how we connect and interact with the other living things that surround us from the ground...and envelope us from up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE humans have become pretty egocentric in the grand scheme of things...many of us have shut off from the energy circulating thru the atmosphere...we are too concerned with our earthly needs and possessions&lt;br /&gt;WE have forgotten how to heal ourselves and be healed by what surrounds us&lt;br /&gt;WE have managed to destroy the very people who were put on this earth to teach us these lessons&lt;br /&gt;WE have no respect for intuitive wisdom, not the knowledge that comes from books and professors, but the knowing that comes from within ourselves&lt;br /&gt;WE regard ourselves to be the only species of any significance on this earthly plane, and have even gone far enough to establish hierarchies within our own species based on gender and skin color (just to name a few...)&lt;br /&gt;WE are destroying the environment that surrounds us because we CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough ranting for the moment...I dont plan to take on this tone for all of my blogs, but with the state of the world today, its hard not to spew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a journey of the soul, along with all of you, although you may not quite be aware of it yet&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to follow me on this journey of learning and discovery and see where we end up&lt;br /&gt;I plan to do alot of sharing of knowledge on this site, so please enjoy and comment and share too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bye...Namaste...Shalom...Moce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34761848-115878850602566852?l=floatinginthesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/feeds/115878850602566852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34761848&amp;postID=115878850602566852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115878850602566852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34761848/posts/default/115878850602566852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floatinginthesea.blogspot.com/2006/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Cohen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06054043406858170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
