To attract whatever you want in your life, you do not work out HOW it will come about.
Your work is to ask the Universe, focus on the outcome, imagine that you have it, believe that you have it, know that you have it, and give thanks that you have it now.
Do your job by vibrating your desire, and allow the universe to do its work of bringing that desire to you.
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1. Men are likeLaxatives .
They irritate the crap out of you. 2 Men are like.Bananas. The older they get, the less firm they are.
3.Men are likeWeather .
Nothing can be done to change them.
4.Men are likeBlenders You need One, but you’re not quite sure why.
5. Men are likeChocolate Bars .. Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your hips. 6. Men are likeCommercials . You can’t believe a word they say.
7. Men are likeDepartment Stores… Their clothes are always 1/2 off!
8.Men are like ….Government Bonds…. They take soooooooo long to mature.
9. Men are like ...Mascara . They usually run at the first sign of emotion.
10.Men are likePopcorn . They satisfy you, but only for a little while. 11. Men are likeSnowstorms . You never know when they’re coming, how many inches you’ll get or how long it will last.
12. Men are likeLava Lamps . Fun to look at, but not very bright.
13. Men are likeParking Spots All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped. Now send this to all the remarkable women you know, as well as to any understanding good-natured, fun kinda guys you might be lucky enough to know !!!!!!!!!!
You have just been KISSED by the Dancing Baby! something good will happen to you at 1:00-4:00 pm tomorrow, it could be anywhere. Get ready for the biggest shock in your life if you break this you will not be cursed but good luck will not come your way for the next year .
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Lying to you was better than seeing you lie there. Protecting you from the realities of your current world was more important than breathing. Watching your beautiful face still and breathing in pure oxygen made me wish for complete bliss for you.
Not 5 feet away from you yet feeling a stranger, I look upon you wishing it was me lying there and you watching me. Asking again and again why you to no one in particular gets old and while the shabads surround the room, the soothing melody allows me no time alone with my thoughts. I sit here in darkness thinking of lies to tell you so the flicker of hope brightens in your green eyes, I don’t have the words to tell you that everything will be fine because it’s not. However, the reality is that although our past lives are obliterated, we have a new beginning.
Breathe my babu. Breathe away the anger, the past, the arguments, the many wasted moments regretting what was not to be. Breathe in the love surrounding you, Breathe in thoughts that will remove the enemy in your body, the unwanted stranger. Take control of your body. Get angry. Get calm. Focus the laser of your thoughts ‘ on to that pervert, and give me back rightfully whats fine. Breathe.
The darkness swirls around me, and the thoughts try to enter, but I wont allow it. I am willing you to breathe away all the negative energy, and lets start our lives anew. Breathing together positivity and love. Neither of us know what the future holds except we are together. Breathe out the intruder like a fireball, and come back to our new life.
There is great power in your words, because they are thoughts that you have given additional energy to. Be aware of what you are saying. Watch your words.
It is a spectacular moment when you catch your unwanted words midstream, because it means you are becoming more conscious and aware. Yes!
“The Secret”
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I have a need to be read so I know I exist. These are my words, and I need to share them. Too long, they have gone silent, and worst of all ignored by me. I had convinced myself that writing was enough, just like breathing. But after a while, you need more than air to live. Life isn’t just a series of breathing exercises yet for a while that’s how I treated my life. Something I just had to do. No vision. No motivation. Just passing of the day and really just being lucky enough to be around people who loved me for existing and providing me with everything.
So why am I whining because I know I am a fraud. I know that the words coming here now are just so simple and don’t even come close to the poetry in my head. It used to be so easy and now I am lazy and dull. I stopped listening and hearing what the words were trying to tell. So now I just sit here, listening to amazing religious songs with a cold cup of coffee trying to convince myself at 38 that this is what I want to be. Yet every moment feels forced, made up just so I can say I wrote.
I am a writer. It’s what I tell myself when I wake up every morning, and the first strokes of the words comes easy. Yet after a minutes, I find myself tweeting/emailing/posting/reading/searching/paying bills all throughout the precious time I have managed to find to write. It’s as if my body is telling me to get real and go back to my superficial life. And I oblige. That’s the sad part. I know I am failing myself and yet somehow I still continue on the path.
I am a fraud, but at least I know it. And knowing is half the battle, Gi Joe reminds me. But wait, I feel like a fraud but does that really make me one? It’s the question that nags at me. Who am I, really? Am I the thoughts in my head or am I to be defined by actions? What is it about slamming these letters down that makes me feel like a light weight heavy lifter? Is it the guilt that the joy I felt when I first learned to transform my thoughts into reality seems buried, muffled underneath the chorus of doubt and guilt? Or is it just not meant to be?
Should I remain a fraud or for once be the man I said I wanted to be?
