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Global ForGIVEness Mastermind Meditation. Nov 26, 09 - for 30 days

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 20:05:00 +0000

Laughter is easier with forgiveness....

Dear Hearts,

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a limb for a limb makes the whole world blind, dumb, and lame.

Forgive NOW.

You are invited and welcome to join our special

Thanksgiving Day ForGIVEness Mastermind Meditation for Global Release and Harmony and Enlightenment.

“No two minds ever come together without thereby creating a third, invisible intangible force, which may be likened to a third mind.” - Napoleon Hill

This is the first in a SERIES of planetary masterminds for ForGIVEness.

This half hour program will be simultaneously available through a webcast AND through the telephone.

It will be ONLINE FOR a 30 DAY GLOBAL MASTERMIND INTENTION and MAGNIFICATION.

EVENT: Global ForGIVEness Mastermind

DATE & TIME: Thursday, November 26th at 1:55pm Eastern

FORMAT: Simulcast! (Attend via Phone or Webcast -- it's your choice)

TO ATTEND THIS EVENT, CLICK THIS LINK NOW...
http://instantTeleseminar.com/?eventid=10148889

You can also save this link and RE-ENERGIZE your Forgiveness Meditations for the each of 31 days.

In this way, you will bring the extraordinary and healing power of ForGIVEness into your lives, family, community, and our planet.

TO PARTICIPATE:

1. CLICK this link - PRINT out the INVITE PAGE with day and time.
http://instantTeleseminar.com/?eventid=10148889

2. WRITE YOUR FORGIVENESS INTENTION you want to ENERGIZE during the Meditation.

3. FORWARD/POST this invitation - we have 2000 web lines and 250 phone lines.

ForGIVEness is THE most powerful energy needed on this planet right now....

Invite a Friend, too, who would like to lighten their burden.

PROGRAM:

1:45 PM EST US ~ Call in and say Hi. Webcast attendees sign in with name and location in Question box on webpage. You can also write in your intention if you like in the Question box.

2:00 PM EST US ~ Mastermind Meditation for ForGiveness.
Recording starts at 2:00 PM EST.

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KNOCK! KNOCK!

Forgiveness opens the door in your heart to love.

1. Do you self-sabotage?
2. Do you have feelings of unworthiness?
3. Do you drag around old baggage?
4. Do you wall yourself up and create hard places that make you sick?
5. Do you know you can hurt your heart by holding grudges and judgments?
6. Do you want to have more love?
7. Do you want to experience unconditional love?

--
Pat Crosby

845.434.3829 US voicemail

Get Real! Expect A Miracle!
http://ILoveForGIVEness.com

Best National Geographic Photos 2008

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 23:46:00 +0000

Best National Geographic Photos of 2008

Thanks to CAROLYN in NY for this submission. She wins this week INSPIRATION SUBMISSION!

Way to go, Carolyn!

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Amazing Gallery of 19 professional photos by National Geographic

The Power of Appreciation

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 15:04:00 +0000

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the
other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a
space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say
about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment,
and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student
on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had
said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long,
the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I
never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know
others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never
knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents,
but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose.
The students were happy with themselves and one another.

That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in VietNam
and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.
She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before.
He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those
who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher
was the last one to bless the coffin

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pall
bearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?'
he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked
about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went
together to a luncheon..... Mark's mother and father were
there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking
a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when
he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces
of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded
and refolded many times....... The teacher knew without
looking that the papers were the ones on which she had
listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had
said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said.
'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around.
Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my
list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our
wedding album..'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocket
book, took out her wallet and showed her worn and
frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all
times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she
continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She
cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never
see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we for
get that life will end one day. And we don't know when
that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that
they are special and important... Tell them, before it
is too late.

Grandma's Hands

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 20:57:00 +0000

GRANDMA'S HANDS A must read thru to the end.

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you f or asking,' she said in a clear strong voice.

'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her.

'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean real ly looked at your hands?'

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:

'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

'They have been dirty, scraped and raw , swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

'They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.'

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.

I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.

When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another.

Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both..

Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend is something God would do.

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Thanks to reader Arlene in Walton NY for this inspiring post :)

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WHO do you need to forgive?

ANSWERS at
ILoveForGIVEness.com

MATISHA SWIMS WITH DOLPHINS... AAH

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 05:33:00 +0000

See Matisha's web site for incredible dolphin pics. And wonderful uplifting music
http://www.songofhome.com/

What ELSE Comes from the sea?

Man Reunites with Lions

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 06:24:00 +0000

The men raised this lion when he was a cub, and soon after he reached a size where they could not take care of him they sent him to his homeland. This is footage of their 1 year reunion.

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 02:17:00 +0000

Every sixty seconds you spend angry, upset , or mad, is a full minute of happiness you'll never get back …

Today's Message of the Day is:

Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.

LAUGHING POPE VIDEO

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 02:44:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 17:21:00 +0000

Thanks to Richard Hartzell for this week's winning entry!

THIS BIRD LOVES TO DANCE. CLICK HERE TO LAUGH

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 04:08:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 16:23:00 +0000

Beauty Where I AM Planted

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 21:32:00 +0000

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Sometimes when I feel really... I don't know... I'll say 'funky' for
lack of a better word, I just go outside and surround myself with
beauty. I sit on my back deck and breath in Mother Nature.

A visitor
to my back yard may sit down, look around and see a small, mostly
barren yard, a shed, a trash dumpster and a dirt alley. A typical
setting in a largely working class area in a Midwestern town. You
might be inclined to think that beauty has escaped this place. That
couldn't be farther from the truth.

When I sit there I see so much
beauty that it sometimes takes my breath away.

I see the squirrels
running from branch to branch in an endless game of tag. I see many
types of birds singing light heartedly, in perfect harmony with
nature, without a care. I see the spider that has intricately woven a
web that glistens in the light, perfect like a snowflake. I see the
different shapes of the leaves on the trees, and hear how they
whisper in the wind. I see the tall, majestic sun flowers, that live
near the alley, stretching, reaching for the life giving sun. I see
the cat on the fence that walks along the top, gracefully, knowing
that he can because no one has ever told him that he can't. I see the
tree across the way that is living in harmony with a trumpet vine.
The two have created a beautiful mix of a green canopy speckled with
intensely orange blossoms. I see the sky, blue in the day, velvety
black in the night, speckled with infinite possibilities.

Everywhere
I look I see beauty, be it in the fruits of Mother Nature here on our
Earth, or in the pure Love, Energy, and sense of being connected to
All That Is, that I breath in from the Universe that surrounds us. I
find all of this and more when I sit on my back deck, with a small
yard, in a small town on the prairie.

My point is that beauty
surrounds us wherever we are, no matter the place or time, and can
always be tapped into for the relief of any 'funky' feelings we may
be having.

I know it works for me, and I thought I would share that
with you.

From KIM, posted on this yahoo group
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Lightworkers_Society/

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Proof of Re-Incarnation. The Beatles in Other Eras

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 05:40:00 +0000

John! Paul! George! Ringo!

The world has never known a more popular band. They were "the thing" in the 1960s, but how would they fare in another era?

YOU GOT A FRIEND IN ME. LOL :)))

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 05:57:00 +0000

OK, MARGE wins again. Our LAUGH OF THE WEEK CONTEST

CLICK HERE to see it :)))

ELEVATOR MUSIC

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 05:30:00 +0000

DOUBLE CLICK on this video to go right to YouTube.

There are LOTS of Elevator Movies there.... in case you really like this one :)

HAVE A FUNNY DAY :)

WORLD BLESSING DAY 7-17-07

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 04:28:00 +0000

Full details at FireTheGrid.org

Join us in blessing, sending joy, and praying for our beautiful planet. Anytime :)

CLICK HERE TO SEE SECRET PHOTO OF PAT BLOGGING LATE AT NIGHT

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Sun, 01 Jul 2007 03:21:00 +0000

DAFT PUNK

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 05:16:00 +0000

How do you get this gig?

JUST FOR FUN

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 04:55:00 +0000

Little Angel Sings

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 04:27:00 +0000

Thanks to Marge for submitting this winning entry this week :)
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I BELIEVE IN YOU!

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 03:03:00 +0000

Here is the theme song from our global networking team. Enjoy.

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To YOUR Xtreme SUCCESS :)))

The REMEMBER Song, Tom Rush. HA HA HA

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Tue, 29 May 2007 17:41:00 +0000

I've been waiting 45 years to be an overnight sensation, and it's finally happened! A video clip of my performance of The REMEMBER SONS (a/k/a Remember?) has "gone viral." ( I felt terrible at first, thinking I was being accused of being a musical equivalent of Ebola; but my children explained to me that this was a Good Thing.) In the past couple of weeks it's garnered well over 1.4 MILLION PLAYS, and is climbing rapidly. (It has been proposed that this may be because of just one of you who can't remember he's already seen it, but I think that's mean.)

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Singing Dog. Singing with Otto

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Tue, 29 May 2007 03:32:00 +0000

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Sat, 19 May 2007 02:51:00 +0000

The lady in the faded gingham dress

Got this story in with a Stanford T-shirt I received in the mail today.

"A lady in a faded gingham dress, and her husband dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walked timidly into the Harvard University President's outer office without an appointment.

The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard, and thought they probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.

"We want to see the president," the man said softly.

"He'll be busy all day," said the secretary.

"We'll wait," the lady politely replied.

For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and leave. When they didn't, the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president.

"Maybe if you see them for just a few minutes, they will leave," she whispered.

He sighed and nodded. He detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office. The president, stern faced and with absolute dignity, strutted toward the couple.

The lady spoke to him. "We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him somewhere on campus."

The president was not moved.

"Madam," he said, "We can't put up a satue for every person who attended Harard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery."

"Oh no," the lady explained quickly. "We don't want to erect a satutue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard."

The president rolled his eyes. He glaced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, then exclaimed, "A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard!"

For a moment the lady was silent. The president was pleased he had gotten through to her. Maybe they would leave now.

The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?"

Her husband nodded.

The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford then got up and walked away, traveling to Palo alto, CA where they established the university that now bears their name - Stanford University - a memorial to their son that Harvard no longer cared about.

You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing.

A true story - by Malcolm Forbes."

COSMONAUTY DANCE

noreply@blogger.com (Pat Crosby) — Mon, 14 May 2007 07:06:00 +0000

I like playing them both at once... start one, then wait a little and start the other. KEWL!