Non-Productive Partnerships Can Cause Us To Get Sick

A friend of mine who has been married over 15 years has had her share of heart ache with her husband, like most couples do. Every time they get “into it” she gets closer and closer to the inevitable decision she may one day have to make: “I’ve had enough, THIS broke the camel’s back, I’m outta here.” Each time they fight her physical body seems to be taking a longer and longer toll and requires more time to “heal” to come off the anger-rush. This last time it took her almost one full week to feel like she could function again. The week in turmoil was spent barely functioning in any of her other areas of life; work suffered, she was tense with her friends and her children, she lost interest in most day-to-day things and so on. Sounds familiar?

And yet a week later she apologized, he apologized and things slowly mended back to where they were before. Because of the children they don’t want to break up. Oh and also because they deep down truly love each other (yeah right). And after all, at least he’s not a beater, a cheater, a drunk or a drug addict, and he’s a great father after all – so it must not be that bad. And I really don’t want to be single again, what if I never find anyone else?

Who are you kidding?

Most spend their life time trying to squeeze a square peg into a round hole. And the fact doesn’t change: if it doesn’t fit now it won’t fit tomorrow and it certainly won't fit 20 years from now! And what’s worse, trying to do so actually will reduce your life span. You can’t live with someone who is energetically and vibrationally incompatible with you, without getting sick or die early. People are desperate not to be alone and when loneliness overpowers people they will settle for anybody - a jerk, a witch, a loser, anyone will do - as long as we they are not alone. It doesn’t have to be this way.

So stop trying - stop wasting your precious time on partners that are not your match. Yes, this is easier said then done. Yet I promise that it’s easier than you think.

- Here is your first clue: It comes down to simple math.
- Here is your second clue: Nature is our greatest teacher and shows us countless examples of what true unity is all about.

Unfortunately, most are still stuck in the primal dark ages where “sex is natural” and therefore to be exercised as much as possible, with as many people as possible. Little do most people know what really happens during those special moments, whether you are with the right person or not. And even less do people think of the consequences that come from such mismatching.

Here is a first insight again. We are made of 70-80% water. Water is created by merging the right parts of hydrogen (male) with the right parts of oxygen (female). Once water is created, both hydrogen and oxygen DISAPPEAR and VOID each other in order to create something a lot more powerful than if oxygen or hydrogen were to stay “single.”

Does this mean that two people need to give up who they are or forget about their own purpose here on earth? On the contrary. The problem is that most people underestimate their own power and don’t know WHAT and WHO they are and they blindly merge themselves with another person not even realizing that they are trying to create water (magic) with this other person. Water, however, can only be created when the two components are a 100% match. Otherwise you have a chemical mismatch. Thus we get sick, physically, emotionally, spiritually, we die from the inside out – slowly but surely – until the stronger partner is almost destroyed. The weaker partner will have enough juice to keep going, because s/he feeds off the stronger partner’s energy field.

Again, if you mix hydrogen (male) with peroxide (female) you'll have a good match but not a perfect match. Hydrogen and Peroxide do not void each other out in order to create something even more powerful, so they are left to clean wounds...a nobel duty, but nothing earth shattering.

The same thing happens when two people merge, because our bodies are chemical suits. And just because the sex is great doesn’t mean THAT is your life partner. As a race we have to learn to grow beyond the evolutionary step ladder of primal procreation and learn that this is about raising the frequency of the entire galaxy so all mankind can be raised to a level of consciousness.

Water in this example can be likened to MAGIC. When two matching partners come to together, they do so to create magic, not only for themselves, but for the world. Such a union is truly one-of-a-kind, rare and so blessed.

More on this later…

Marriage vs. Divorce - And the Heartache That Comes With Both

Marriage, divorce and relationships in general have a huge impact on our health and overall well-being. Just this week our county suffered a tragic loss to suicide. A 25 year old young woman who shot herself to death because her boyfriend broke up with her. If you've never "been that low" I hope you can reserve judgment for people who do go to the edge where pain seems too overbearing. The woman was not only beautiful, she was successful, had a great job with lots of promises ahead - yet nothing seemed to heal her heart from her break-up with her boyfriend. Suicide seemed like her only way out. As a suicide prevention counselor I see the complaint about loneliness all too many times, and most never call the hotline to get help. It doesn't have to be this way. Yet this is the reality for so many.

The bible says: "Let no man separate what God has joined together." (Please note that I am not religious and do not belong to any religious groups or churches.) If the word "joined" would have been translated accurately from the Hebrew, the word would actually have been "welded." Welding two people together, or anything that is welded together for that reason, cannot be ripped apart without damage to both parts. Any welder knows this, any jewelry maker knows this. Yet as people we rip apart our own marriages all day long.

But what if we forgot to pay attention to the middle part of the sentence? "Let now man separate WHAT GOD has welded together." What if your marriage wasn't welded together by God at all? What if it's us humans getting infatuation confused with unconditional and true love, which causes us to squeeze a square peg into a round hole? Can we truly say then that God put the marriage together?

Some of you may say: "Well, we are all gods, God acts through us, therefore, we are gods of our own lives." Yes, that is very well true - we are also told that "The Heart is deceitful above all things." Knowing that full well, I also know that now looking back, my "red flags" came along right with the feelings of love, of wanting to truly make it work, of wanting to be "at home" with this person for the rest of our lives: "Until Death Do Us Part." I shrugged the red flags under the rug and only looked at the good feelings and intentions, hoping the red flags would disappear over time, or be transformed over time. Ah, I was notorious for HOPING that he'll change, or that IT will change. And it never does, does it Ladies...

And now in hindsight, almost 4 years later, I have learned this wisdom. God never welded together our marriage at all. THAT was the thing we tried to do for almost 15 years, we tried to weld and mold and join and weld some more. But it would never stick long enough. It was exhausting to say the least. And our marriage never welded, never joined, we never succeeded at squeezing the square peg into a round hole...

Let’s look at some statistics (Source for all statistics: http://www.divorcereforum.org/):

1. America has the highest divorce rate in the world
2. The number of divorces has quadrupled from 4.3 million in 1970 to 18.3 in 1996
3. Divorces cost Americans $33.3 Billion each year
4. Each divorce costs the government approximately $30,000 in increased food stamps, juvenile delinquencies and increased bankruptcies
5. 75% of all divorces are initiated by women (I heard that 85% of women today don't even want to get married anymore)
6. Divorce counts for a major reason of suicide amongst males
7. There are almost 1 million attempted suicides each year
8. 50% of all children involved never see their fathers again one year after the divorce
9. Children in single family households are twice as likely to develop serious psychiatric illnesses and addictions later in life
10. Approximately 1 million children each year are affected by divorce
11. Fatherless homes account for:

• 63% of youth suicides

• 90% of homeless / runaway children

• 85% of children with behavior problems

• 71% of high school dropouts

• 85% of youth in prison

• 50+ % of teen mothers

What does this statistic have to do with chronic illness?

a. I believe that most illness is caused by stress.

b. I believe that most stress in today's world is caused by mismatching ourselves with the wrong people (not only our marriage or love partners, this also includes the families we live with, the friends we choose, the bosses we choose to work for, and the overall environment we set up around ourselves).

WHY DO WE DO THIS TO OURSELVES? And for what?

Do we suffer "in the name of love?" There is not much love there trying to squeeze a square peg into a round hole, hoping for the square peg to one day fit. It'll never fit. Just like Hydrogen and Peroxide will never make water, a wrongly matched couple will never create anything productive and useful for humanity.

Are you asking yourself just about now: "I wonder if I'm with the right partner." Then read between your own lines, because your answer is within that same question...

More on this most important topic later...

When Life Throws You The Unexpected

Life is not always as predictable as we want it to be. These past few days have been interesting to say the least, and the word “interesting” doesn’t even scratch the surface in reality. A friend of mine was scheduled for surgery on her foot this morning. She won’t be able to walk for at least 6 weeks and recovery will be a long and tedious road for her. She has a lovely dog who just happens to be my dog’s best friend. Her dog sitting arrangements didn’t pan out the way she wanted them to, and I unexpectedly volunteered to be the back-up plan in case of anything unforeseen. Having two one-year old dogs is like having two-year olds running around without their diapers on, with nothing on mind other than to rip apart their toys. In other words, they constantly have to be watched because they are getting into everything. And yet they are a great joy and bring so many smiles.

After dropping off my friend at the hospital to have her surgery, I got on the freeway where I soon saw 4 police cars on the side of the road. I saw a pick-up truck in the ditch in the bushes and a body on the side of the road on a stretcher, covered in white plastics (it’s raining today). This person didn’t make it.

How fast does life pass by! Perhaps this person was just on the way for lunch or to run an errand. Whatever the case, people will be called to be informed that their loved one will not be coming home tonight, or any other night for that matter.

And there I was complaining about the uncomfortable appointment I was going to. Seeing this dead body on the side of the road brought me back to the harsh reality – life is fleeting indeed.

I’d like to recommend you go see the movie called “The Bucket List.” At first I thought it was a comedy, and in a way it is because it made the audience laugh and smile, that’s for sure. However, the laughs and smiles didn’t come from funny stories as much as they came from the truth of how fleeting life truly is.

Live life to the fullest, now and always, no matter where you’re heading. You never know if your next ride is your last…

Many blessings to you and your loved ones.

Numerology, Your Name and How It all Ties Together for a Blessed Life

Today my puppy is 1 year old – happy birthday, Nikko!

It was a great moment when I drove to see him for the first time. He was 12 weeks old and part of my wish was that the owners would know his birthday and that he didn’t have a name. What are the odds of that when a puppy is already 12 weeks old? Yet there I was kneeling down for the first time to meet him, it was love at first sight. J They did know his birthday, January 23rd and he did NOT have a name. It was meant to be.

Why was this so important to me?

There are over 2600 words making up the English alphabet, yet this is a Universe created entirely on mathematical systems, yet there are only 10 numbers (9 really). Based on someone’s birth date, first and last name, a trained numerologist can pretty accurately give a forecast of that person’s life purpose and the person’s actual path, conflicts and blessings. It’s quite amazing really.

Giving a name to a dog based on his birthday may be a bit drastic. But when you know that my would-have-been son’s name was to be Nikko, then it makes great sense. My ex-husband and I never had a second child, but we would have named him Nicholas, Nikko for short. With this nameless bundle of joy coming along I felt doubly blessed.

I know that this entire Universe is made up of sounds. Sounds can heal, and they can also destroy and distort. The sound of a name either gels with the soul’s purpose or it reeks havoc. I only know of two cultures that name their unborn based on the vibrations of the sound. One is a tribe in East Africa. The other is the Native American culture. For the most part, listening to the sounds of words has become a lost art, to the detriment of our society. The cost is lack of health and chaos. It doesn’t have to be this way.

Numerology is a simple system that allows for anyone to learn more about themselves and their birth path. The best place for training and reports I found here at: http://www.kabalarians.com/.

How Touch Promotes a Prolonged and Healthy Life

Denis Waitley - “Touch is the magic wand of intimacy. Love is keeping in touch.”

A study was conducted to see how “every-day touching” ties in with a culture’s overall life expectancy and that of its population's overall health. People were studied in various cafes and meeting places around the world to see how many times people touched each other either deliberately by giving hugs or holding hands or “by habit” with just a brush on the arm or a hand on the shoulder, a handshake or a kiss on the cheek. Some of the countries were the US (New York), England (London), Norway, France (Paris), Brazil, Costa Rica, Italy and others. It was found that people in “warmer” countries and closer to the equator, were touching each other many more times, which also coincided with a much higher life expectancy rate.

Almost everyone knows that an abandoned infant who does not get touched and held and cuddled with will develop abnormally or even die if not touched at all. Touch is a means to show love, a way of regenerating not only your own battery but also the person you touch.

Living without hugs and someone to hold (a lot or at least from time to time) can also cause us to get physically sick.

There is no substitution for a touch or a hug from a loved one. However, many live life as singles or are estranged from their spouse, leaving you witwhout the importance of daily hugging.

1. If there is no one in your life for you to hug once in a while, a great alternative is to get a massage from time to time. The mere touch of another human can do wonders for anyone. If money is an issue you may want to visit a massage school where level 1 and level 2 massage therapists charge a fraction of a regular certified massage therapist.

2. Getting a manicure and pedicure can also help.

3. And if you really want to help not only yourself but especially someone else, visit a nursing home or a convalescent hospital and ask the nurse’s station which patient is no longer receiving any visitors. Go spend some time with that person, read them a book while holding their hand. You may just give them the greatest gift!

Here’s to a huggable and healthy you…

Shining Even When You Don’t Feel Like It

Franklin Roosevelt said: “Freedom from fear, freedom from want, freedom of speech, freedom of religion; Deprive man of all these freedoms and he dies – deprive him of part of them and a part of him withers.”

To that I might add that if a person’s health is deteriorating, he’s been stripped of just about anything that may bring the want and desire to even live on. I remember being so ill and feeling so sick most of my days and nights that I could care less what I looked like, what impressions I made to others, what was to come of me in life, I just didn’t have an ounce of life left in me that would give me enough strength to even care. Yes, at first I felt guilty for not having enough strength to cook a good dinner for my husband and for not having the strength to read a book to my child. After a while the guilt left because crawling to the bathroom became the highlight of my day.

Yes, when you’re feeling that sick and life seems to be zapped from your body – how can you truly let that light in you shine through you and radiate and touch others?

It seems like an impossibility!

And yet here I am, more than a decade later to tell you about it, to encourage you not to give up but to find healing from within. You’ve been given everything you ever needed to live a glorious and happy life. We are told that the kingdom of heaven is within. Yet we teach children that heaven is “up there” by pointing to the sky. It truly is within and that’s the only place you need to look for answers on how to heal. The best part is, you don’t even have to do the healing yourself, your amazing body was created to heal itself, all you have to do is tap into that light energy and allow it to start the healing process once again.

For me personally I realized that I was so sick because I was running from my true purpose. And in a way I was running away from my calling just like Jonah was running from God in the other direction. Disobedience caused him (and many others) lots of grief. And in the end he had to go about his purpose anyway. We only have two directions to run towards: one is towards the light and the other towards the darkness. I didn’t feel at first that I was running towards the darkness, in fact I felt as though I was stagnant or suspended in slow motion. I just felt like life was unfair. Once I admitted that there is a purpose out there for me and that I had not experienced or fulfilled it as of yet, and I agreed to go after it no matter what, only then was I shown one little step at a time towards the healing process. It was a slow process that took 4 years all together. Don't dispair, just get started by being willing.

Seek and you shall find. We were promised that and the promise holds true for everyone! Just remember that you don't need to seek “out there” but “in here.” You are all-wise, all-knowing and your body is here to be your greatest ally.

Here is to your healing, your well-being and your purpose!

Fibromyalgia & How To Achieve the Opposite of “Chronic” Pain

The Thesaurus states that “chronic” means the following: constant, unceasing, unending, continual, persistent, never-ending, ever-present, lasting, acute, recurring, returning, frequent, habitual, and so on.

WHO CAN LIVE WITH NEVER-ENDING PAIN!? And yet so many do…

The first time I heard the word “chronic” I was only 3 years old. I was plagued by heavy eczema all over my body to the point where my skin was cracking and bleeding behind my knees, inside my elbows, the corners of my eyes and my mouth and I had bleeding cuts underneath each of my toes. My skin was so leathery and itchy that people looked at my mother funny wondering why I was full of bleeding scratch marks all over my body. I was dragged to the University of Zurich because the allergies and hey fever were affecting me with flu like symptoms and I was not a happy child. I was poked and prodded and my mother was told that I would be plagued by chronic hey fever, allergies and eczema for the rest of my life.

When I was 5 years old cortisone creams and bath supplements had ceased to work and it was advised that I would be given cortisone shots instead. I was given cortisone shots until I was almost 15 years old. While the cortisone temporarily seemed to help the allergies, the damage that was done to my growing body was unimaginable. It seemed to start eating my body alive from the inside out. Normal accidents seemed to be too much for my body to handle, it simply didn’t have the healing mechanism that a regular body would have.

Life happens to people and “normal” bodies have a way of initiating the healing process, something my cortisone infused body was incapable of doing. I literally deteriorated and aged from the inside out. By the time I was 18 I was barely able to walk and in pain 24 hours a day. Back at the University of Zurich I was told that I was suffering from Rheumatism and to have back surgery to remove the countless fragments that were “floating around” my spine area to help alleviate some of the pain. I refused the surgery. I was told that I would die an early death because my MRI showed a skeleton of an already 30 year old woman – I was only 18. A new MRI at age 25 showed a skeleton of a 50-60 year old woman and back surgery was eventually inevitable.

Future emergency surgeries for deteriorating organs and soft tissue disease was inevitable and necessary in an effort for me to be at least walking. But when it was suspected that I was dying of lymphoma at the early age of only 29 my courage and desire to live left me. I was tired of the word “chronic,” I was tired of pain, I was tired of life. I suffered from chronic bronchitis, chronic carpal tunnel, chronic back pain, chronic constipation, chronic fatigue, CHRONIC WHATEVER – I had had enough in this body – I was ready to let go.

I don’t ever remember feeling “at home” in my body, feeling comfortable and pain free. As far back as I can remember there always seemed to be pain accompanying this life. I was finally at the end and I was glad and happy to “go home” and leave this defective shell behind.

But wait – not so fast!

The preliminary diagnosis of lymphoma turned into lupus, then Hodgkin’s disease, then hepatitis B or C, then Lyme’s disease, and finally I was diagnosed with chronic immune deficiency disorder (CFIDS) and fibromyalgia. What the heck - I didn't sign up for this!?
Then I learned that I would live with this unbearable pain for the rest of my life – yeah right! There was no way that I would continue living a debilitating life, going to meetings where others talk about their pain in an effort to get support – without the hope of ever feeling better!

There had to be another way, and there was. Today I’m in my 40s and living a life that I wanted to live when I was in my child hood and teens: pain free, productive and happy.

It has been a journey, a long journey. And it’s not over, it’s ongoing and ever evolving. It has been said that “incurable means curable from within.” This is absolutely and utterly correct. When everything pointed towards a painful and short life, it was WITHIN that I found the answers for a cure.

Just two days ago I received a call from a mother whose daughter attempted suicide twice in the last 3 months (I work as a suicide hotline counselor). She was diagnosed with fibromyalgia in 2004, is in her 40s and the pain has become unmanageable for her. This disease may be new or not even exist or even be a misdiagnosis of something totally different; whatever the case, the pain is very REAL.

If you suffer from “chronic anything” know that anything but CHRONIC HAPPINESS is abnormal, dysfunctional and needs to be converted into joy and happiness. There IS a way. Read through my posts, get my eBook featuring 350 pages of my life lessons, and beyond all: don’t ever stop believing that there isn’t any help out there for you. There is!

If I can transform and transmute all these “chronic illnesses” then you can too. So instead of attaching negative energy to these “chronic” descriptions, I want to wish you the following:

Constant happiness, unceasing joy, unending love, continual pleasure, persistent health, never-ending ecstasy, ever-present peace, lasting romance, acute laughter, recurring kindness, returning abundance, frequent feelings of excitement, habitual consciousness.

Here is to celebrating you…

Getting out of Depression Part 3

Welcome back to this last part of “getting out of depression.” This is by no means the end-all and cure-all advice to depression. Everyone experiences depression in different ways and because our egos have a tendency to react to life’s trauma we find ourselves in various different places. What works for some may not work for others. It’s also important to note that I was never diagnosed with a mental illness and was never medicated for depression. If you take medication for depression, make sure you double check with your therapist or doctor before undertaking any new tactics against depression.

Remember that this is my journey I am willingly sharing with you, in the hopes that some of you may find courage and power from within to start believing in yourselves again.

I was feeling just about the lowest I had ever felt in my life. Ill, debilitated and with little hope for a full recovery. With only my mind working from time to time, I was forced to stay in bed. This over a 4 year period.

You may have heard that people who have given up one sensory ability such as hearing or seeing, develop increased abilities in other departments. I have a friend who has been deaf since she was one year old. Today all someone needs to do is slightly knock on the window by her entrance door and no matter where she is inside her house, she can feel the vibration of the fingernail tapping on the window on her body. It’s quite amazing.

When I felt as though I had nothing left but my mind, it was my mind that developed to heights I never knew possible. I remember it being frustrating because I had all these ideas and wishes bubble to the surface within me, yet I was housing inside a body that was about to let go and die. It was utterly frustrating.

One day I just agreed to my death. I gave in and I let go. It was then when I threw in the towels, threw up my hands and was willing to “slaughter the child within” that a new flame of inspiration was ignited.

“What am I so afraid of?” I asked myself.

Dying was inevitable and obviously in front of me. I was not afraid of dying anymore, it seemed to have become my early lot. But what IF I was not dying and there WAS indeed a way out from this lion’s den? What would I be afraid of then? If I were to continue to live, what were my fears?

What are your fears today?

Here is the first thing I did, a little trick that may take a guts, and if you can muster up the courage to do this exercise and then tackle these things one by one, your life will change for the better without a doubt.

1. First make a list of all your fears.
2. Then number them with your worst and all-time biggest fear being number one.
3. Make a decision to tackle each fear one by one, until that three-headed monster has been conquered.
4. Then immerse yourself in your fear until you love the thing you once fear most.

I personally decided to tackle the first three biggest fears together at the same time rather than picking some of the smaller fears at the end of the list. It took me 1 year to overcome these three fears and then a miracle happened!

My all time biggest fear was public speaking. I had attempted to start two businesses before where speaking was necessary – I utterly failed because I would have rather crawled up and died somewhere than to get up in front of a crowd.

My second biggest fear was to leave my husband and become a statistic, a single mom with a child who was disappointed in her mom that she didn’t “stick it out to the end.” I was afraid to break my promise “until death do us part” and to feel like a failure for the rest of my life because I broke that promise.

My third fear was to fly in an airplane. Yes, I know it sounds strange or funny to those of you who fly a lot or go on vacation a lot. There was a time in my younger years where I wanted to become a flight attendant. Once my daughter was born, however, this desire parted and instead turned into fear. I also had a couple of bad experiences and I’m still surprised the plane didn’t go down or shatter to pieces during those experiences. Not pleasant and definitely fear-inducing.

I gave myself 2 years to overcome these fears. I not only overcame them, but I learned to LOVE their opposites. Once I decided to tackle the fear of public speaking by signing up at a local Toastmaster’s chapter I started to slowly but surely be more at ease with the fact that public speaking may just be my calling. And it was and it is. Today I am asked to speak at new-thought churches, I taught at the Learning Annex for over 3 years, I give radio interviews and I spoke with Robert Kyiosaki in front of 1,500 people. Who would have known my biggest fear would become my all-time biggest love?

Overcoming the fear of flying in an airplane was easier than overcoming the fear of public speaking, yet they were intertwined. I decided to book 8 airplane rides in the first 12 month period. My first flight was one hour away, my second flight two hours, and so on. Remember my end-all goal was to love to fly and the only way I could do this was to either find a happy reason at the end of the trip or to meet great people along the way. I did both. By the 6th plane ride my fear had disappeared and turned into excitement instead.

And last but not least, overcoming the fear of hurting my husband and my daughter, leaving him and breaking my promise “until death do us part.” This was a big one because it seemed to have the biggest, most unknown consequences and affected not just me and my husband, it affected my daughter. I knew what I had in my dead marriage (which was nothing), and no matter how dead it was it was all I knew and it was all I seemed to have gotten from my parents (nothing). Going out there into the unknown was frightening and scary. My goal was to part as best friends at least. And we did. We let each other go in peace and with much love in our hearts and we were truly best friends the day he moved out. In fact, we went shopping together for a new place for him and I helped him move that infamous day. We continued having dinner once a week as a family and in many ways he became my best friend only after he moved out. Today I have been divorced almost four years and they are by far some of the happiest four years of my life. Sometimes I wonder what I was so scared of.

Nelson Mandela gave a speech in 1994 that says the following: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.”

The biggest miracle happened once I learned to LOVE these three biggest fears. Remember there was an entire list of fears that I still needed to tackle? Once these first three fears had been tackled I went back to the list of fears, only to realize that all of the other fears now looked like little pebbles. They were not even fears anymore! I was free and empowered by simply approaching my three biggest fears. All else fell away automatically.

I’d like to encourage you to look at your fears, tackle them and to turn them into love instead. Start by making a list of all your fears, then decide which fear(s) you want to tackle first. Take action by learning to love the fears, because you may be surprised like I was and discover that your fears turn out to be part of your purpose here on earth!

Here is to your success…

Speaking Up Some More!

Isn’t it interesting that this topic gets smacked in my face everywhere I turn. Just when we seem to want to take on an important life lesson that is so long overdue, it’s as if the Universe claps all hands of joy and delivers more opportunities to overcome that lesson than we can seemingly handle.

Just yesterday I told you about the gentleman who tries to speak up with his girlfriend and keeps getting shut down, resulting in both of them being depressed. This only a day after I made the decision that speaking up is really my lesson. Lao Russell is right when she says that “The whole universe is a mirror which reflects back to you that which you first reflect into it.”

Today I received a phone call from a woman who was distressed about having to pay for a pretty expensive electricity bill. She lives in a little cottage behind the main house, which is about four times the size of her little one-bedroom space. The lady in the main house lives there with her husband and she feels that the woman in the tiny cottage should pay half of the electricity bill. No, this was not discussed when she moved in and is not part of the contract.

When I asked her what she was going to do about it she said she knew that she had to speak about it up (here it is again) but she was most likely just going to pay for it to avoid confrontation.

Lesson number one: While we don’t want to be paranoid and live life with a bunch of “what if’s” – we obviously have to cover potential hurdles, especially those that we know are going to come our ways – even if it’s uncomfortable at times. It’s better to clear certain things up ahead of time when the actual obstacle is not before us, this keeps emotions out of the way and prevents ugly weeds of anger getting planted into our beings that later come to rear their evil heads.

Lesson number two: Learn to speak up when you feel you are being treated unfairly, rather than avoiding confrontation. Learning to speak up for yourself is not about being a bully, it’s about loving and respecting yourself. When you start to love and respect yourself you suddenly start carrying yourself a different way, you start walking more upright and people can tell that there is a power surrounding you that they may not be able to explain but they know that there’s something different about you. How would you like it if people didn’t even try to pull a stunt on you like this?

When I asked this woman what she was going to do she said in a “defeated” kind of voice: “I know I’m supposed to speak up about it, I just hate the confrontation.” I asked her: “What if you approached it mathematically by simply talking about the square footage of their house versus your tiny cottage and them being a two-person household versus you being alone?” This made sense to her as it will leave the emotions out of it and she agreed to have “the talk.” What’s exiting about this is not the actual talk, but the fact that she sticks up for herself and sets clear boundaries that are not to be crossed (which is to be taken advantage of). Once she has set these boundaries and she sees them honored her self-esteem, strength and power will soar, which will take her to other heights that she can’t get to until she has overcome those plateaus. It’s the growth that will come from this lesson that is the most exiting part.

Good luck with your own lessons of speaking up for yourself!

Speaking Up For Ourselves

Do you ever feel like you’re not sticking up for yourself? Like you are saying “yes” way too many times when you mean to say “no?”

Just this week I had a conversation with a good friend about wanting to learn to speak up for myself and being able to say “no” when I am unable or unwilling to do something for someone. I brought it up with her because she is my accountability partner, a coach, and I wanted her to call me on it when I say “yes” too much when in fact I should be focusing on something else. Interestingly enough as it usually happens this way, once we truly devote to learning a lesson and really want to get better at something, we are given the entire Universe to support us and back us up. “Ask and receive” truly works, what I’m learning is to ask carefully, very carefully indeed, because I have a tendency to always get what I’m asking for.

So this morning I ran into a gentleman with whom I cross paths sporadically, and during the regular “how was your week” question I sensed a bit of sadness, a bit of depletion if you will. I wasn’t going to poke and prod (another lesson I’m learning), when he voluntarily said: “You know, I’ve been involved in this relationship with this woman and we’re just not happy together. She lives with me and I feel like I’m being taken advantage of, yet every time I speak up about it, she shuts me down and then I shut down and stop talking all together.” He went on explaining that after those talks nothing happens between their relationship, there are no changes, only more depression. When I asked him how he was handling this depression he said: “When I’m home at all I generally sleep.” “Because you’re so depressed?” I asked. “Yes, isn’t that sad?”

Yes, it is sad and yet so common and happens more often than we want to admit. I certainly have been there.

As our conversation went on he changed subject (at least that’s what he thought) and he started talking about his two children. He talked about how they are working and are holding jobs, but how he really wished that they would have achieved more and done something better with their lives. He wishes that they would stick up for themselves and go for what they have always dreamed about.

He may have thought that he changed the subject, yet it’s so clear to see - there is no such thing. Our main life lessons are always before us, in all categories and present with all people we associate with. The Universe is attempting to bring to us the lessons we asked for by means of various different angles in the hopes that one of those will make those scales fall off our eyes. Yet when depression hits all those angles only serve to get us even more overwhelmed.

So I asked him what he was going to do about his dilemma. He said: “I’ll keep plugging along, one day at a time.”

I didn’t know the gentleman well enough and it was not my place to say this to him, nor did he ask. However, for those men out there who are reading this, here is my answer (and women, please provide your valuable feedback here). I’m a pretty powerful woman who knows what she wants. I live my life with purpose and with passion (even though it wasn’t always like this). Having talked to many powerful women I speak for many, there is nothing that turns us on as much and gives us as much emotional security than a man who knows what he wants, a man who has found his purpose in his life and sticks up for what and who he believes in. A man with unshakable faith is truly a rare find. And the opposite is just as true. There is nothing that will make me run to “Tarshish” faster than a man who looks at a job to “just get by” and a man who won’t stick up for himself. The edge on any cliff is a lonely space, and people who live there do so by design and purpose. If a man can’t stick up for himself, how in the world will he ever be able to stick up for his woman or their relationship when it comes down to it? First we need to learn to respect ourselves and not let others trample on us and take advantage of us, before we can expect anyone to respect us.

The world thinks that what women want is security. That’s only partially true. What most women want (at least the ones that are marriage material) is emotional security. A powerful woman can earn her own living, she doesn’t need a man to do that for her anymore. What she can’t do is give herself emotional security that comes from living with her true life partner, for that it truly takes two. Does this mean she is insecure without her man? Absolutely not, in fact she is resolved and has agreed to live her life alone if it had to come to that, rather than settle for someone who is not able to handle her. Her security is knowing herself to the core. Her blessing is merging with the one partner who is able to handle her energy, her vibrations, her power and her strength, her love and her devotion. And that she cannot do without her man, and she knows that.

As far as this gentleman is concerned, he can’t even hold his own space, how can he possibly hold his partner’s and even set her free? Perhaps he will see that since this is his third relationship that looks identical to the others, that this is one of his main lessons. If he doesn’t get it this time, he’ll just attract another woman giving him the same lesson (only magnified).

For me, it was the push I needed for me to learn to stick up for myself and to be true to myself. Now I’m on the practice road. It may get uncomfortable at times, but isn’t that what living on the edge is all about?

Go be true to yourself at all times: when you look in the mirror there will only be one person ever staring back at you, no matter how much you want to change this, it will always only be you – so be kind to yourself so you can be proud of yourself!

And my blessings accompany you on your journeys.

The Diet Industry – A Glorified Trap

Can you imagine explaining a 1200 calorie diet to your great-grandparents? Their eyes would roll back in their heads and they would certainly turn in their graves if they knew how today’s society is enslaved to the diet industry. Today experts seem to have all the answers, there is a pill for everything, and even a perfect diet for every blood type. We are inundated with things we “should” eat and “should not” eat. No wonder some people feel guilty just drooling over dessert. Heaven forbid you stare at it too long, you might actually gain an ounce just lusting after its yummyness. It has become truly ludicrous.

Yet today’s main health problems are all stress related and it’s no wonder when we have learned to program our minds with information that is meant to scare us when it comes to our diet. Is it any wonder that we suffer from diseases today that didn’t exist two decades ago?

Why have we let this happen to us as a society? What’s the benefit to us for the diet industry to have such a tight grip on us? And why have we willingly become their slaves?

As human beings we have created these magnificent bodies to live in so we can do what we have come here to do. We are meant to nourish these vehicles, to enjoy them, treat them well and savor every experience while in this body. For some reason over the past few years our bodies seemed to have become enemies instead of our best friends. The media never fails to attack body parts: “Fight off your unsightly cellulite.” “Get rid of your love handles.” And on and on do we hear about how we need to mold our bodies, reshape them and even go under the knife to look what others want us to look like. So for once I dare you to demand your freedom back and practice gratitude for your body. It’s your only prototype, take well care of it.

These 4 starter points can help:

Start looking “inside” for answers: Whatever it is you’re looking for, you can find any and all answers inside of you. If you’ve been told that you are suffering from an illness, turn to your Higher Self for answers. You created the disease over time, perhaps over life times; ask your Self for details and how to heal yourself. Even if you feel at a breaking point, there is always a way out from under the seemingly unbearable pressure. Seek the answers with all your heart and your Higher Self will answer and show you the path to full recovery.

Meditation and breath work: I can’t stress the important of spending time alone with your Self in silence. Start your time alone by breathing with intention. Watch your breathing throughout your day and take deeps breaths throughout your day. Meditation is hard for most people because they feel they’re not doing anything. That’s exactly the point; we are human beings, not human doings. And peace and happiness come from a state of being.

Make use of your body: Our bodies were created to move us around from place to place, for physical labor and to help us achieve what we have come to achieve here on Earth. In European countries people walk an average of 2 miles per day just by doing every day things. In the US we barely walk at all because of the convenience of our cars, or because we just too lazy. Your body longs to move around; sign up for a gym membership or purposely go about using your body by getting your heart rate up and sweating at least once a day.

Love your body, all of it, and be kind to it: As a society we have come to learn to hate our bodies or at least parts of it. Imagine the leader of our country broadcasting on national television that he hated and disliked us – we would have instantaneous war amongst ourselves. And yet, isn’t that what we are doing to the 70 trillion living cells that make up our body when we tell one part that we don’t like it? How can you expect your body to work in peace and in cooperation with each member when you tell one part that it is defective in some way? Say nice things to your body for the parts that do work and the parts that you do like. Start somewhere, then expand as you start feeling the 70 trillion living cells suddenly work together to help you create a body that is truly at peace within its members. You will be amazed at the difference!

How Not To Let Yourself Go After You say “I do”

Many people have a slight tendency to let themselves go after they say the infamous words: “I do.” While most men long to see their wives look the same as on their wedding day, it never works out that way. And most women on the other hand say a silent promise to themselves: “Now that we’re married he’ll change for me.” And we seemingly devote the rest of our lives to changing that man into something he’s never meant to be.

A quarter century down the road we hardly look like the sexy, slim women we were on our wedding day, to the sadness of our husbands who now are in the deep end of the pool called mid-life crisis, where they discover a life raft called “the younger woman.” Meanwhile, the woman takes inventory of the man she has vowed to change so many years ago, and she realizes that he’s certainly not the man she married, he has truly changed, but he is by far the man she had hoped him to become. It’s a true set up. Why do we do this to ourselves?

Why is our hair the first thing that we chop off right after we get married and instead we pack on the pounds?

We all have seen the young and athletic couple before their wedding, the very one we run into at the mall a year later and think “holy crap, they’ve gained weight!” He proudly holds on to his love handles while blaming the wife’s cooking.

What about us women though? We have enjoyed our own cooking for the most part of our lives, so why gain weight after we’re married? More importantly, how do we get off the unnecessary weight, without falling into the endless downward spiral called “diet trap?

These 3 pointers may help any woman to stay or feel attractive and to feel beautiful about herself:

1. Protect that gym membership as if your life depended on it. Once the children are here, everything changes and life often is lived exclusively for others from then on. Taking a sliver of time for yourself every day seems pure luxury, and it doesn’t have to be this way. Often we rationalize making other excuses like “It’s just too expensive,” or “I just don’t have the time.” Yet working out, sweating or doing some form of exercise may be your saving grace to keeping your sanity as well as your individuality.

2. Keep that long hair. Yes, one of the first things we chop off when we get married seems to be that long gracious long hair that takes oh-so much time every day. Yes, it’s a lot of work. And I dare you to spend that extra 30 minutes a day to treat yourself nice by looking your very best with your beautiful long hair. Instead of seeing long hair as a burden, see it as a blessing and a money saver. Short hair costs a lot more in hair dresser fees than long hair does. You can use the money you save on a hair dresser on your gym membership.

4. Your body is your best friend - listen to it. Even Adam and Eve found a bond through a mere apple. To this day when we go out to eat we ask the person we’re with: “What are you having?” Who cares what they’re having! In some illogical twisted kind of way food is a great bonding experience between people (we can be so primal). Let’s take that next step on this evolutionary ladder and start asking this question of our body instead: “What would you like today?” Listen to that voice instead and you’ll find that your body works with you like a well-oiled machine that keeps you going healthy for decades to come.

Getting out of Depression – Part 2

There I was, laying on my death bed, waiting to die of lymphoma, barely able to crawl to the bathroom, stuck in a marriage that had rotted away a long time ago, and trapped in a deteriorating body that seemed to have given up on wanting to live. My spirits had come to an acceptance that my physical life had come to an end; my little 2 year old daughter would not remember her mommy as she was growing up – I was forced to come to peace with that, and I did. I remembered to have said: “Until death do us part,” and I was about to bring glory to that promise and there was a sense of peace, in a sick kind of way.

I asked one last question: “Was this really what my life was all about?”

And suddenly it hit me. I don’t know how and why, and it doesn’t matter. The answer came in form of a little flicker, as if a little pilot light was re-ignited if you will. Suddenly I just knew that this was not all my life was to be about. I had missed my purpose and I was not done yet, in fact, I was far from being done and the road ahead of me was still a long one.

A new sense of desire emerged. A desire was born to “find out” and “inquire” about life. I was determined to ask questions and even more determined to get answers. And I got them. The more I asked, the more answers I was given. The more answers I was given the clearer life’s directions became. Simply glorious!

There I was almost without a breath left in my body, and yet suddenly this big tomb stone had suddenly started to roll away from the entrance to my grave, even though it seemed as though I didn’t do a thing. What was different this time? I had been begging and pleading for a better life, why now?

For the first time I realized that I was willing to give up everything, even my life. I stopped fighting against the goads by being a Human Doing and fell into a state of BEING instead. It was there in that silent and lonely grave that I realized the most important lesson of all: The true blessings of all don’t come from things we are doing, are capable or willing of doing, they come from a place of complete surrender, a place of utter allowance to be guided to true blessings by the divine.

It’s as if the light behind the door to my heavens was shining so bright, it was enough to re-ignite my pilot light so I could find the will to live and finish what I had agreed to come and do. Whatever that was, whatever that meant.

This is my first and most important step in getting closer to true blessings, no matter where you are in life:

Be open to the fact that your duty may not have anything to do with what you are currently doing, no matter your situation.

Then simply agree to be aligned with your true reason for being here, to be shown the way, to let divine plan be shown to you.

Then buckle your seat belts, Dorothy, because Kansas will never be the same.

The easiest and fastest way to get in touch with these blessings is to silence your mind, you body, and to go within – to meditate. That is truly where all the great minds of all times have fished for their inspirations on what to do, how to do it, with whom to do it and when to do it. It has worked for me, it will work for you.

The most tempting step is to tell the Universe exactly how you want those changes to come about. This simply won’t work. The HOW is not your business; your business is to surrender, to be willing, to allow and to follow your inner promptings – that’s it.

Pay attention to what is being shown to you because changes will come to you in strange and unexplainable ways. Remember, it’s part of the agreement to be shown your divine role in this great theater called life.

Once you’re back on your feet there are many things you can DO, once you’ve agreed to first BE the human being you’ve come to be.

I will share with you my “to-do” tactics as I was led them to do, which undoubtedly changed my life 180 degrees in multiple different and exiting directions, and they will help you too.

Stay tuned for the last segment of this article series, part 3.

Manifesting Miracles Using Collages and Your Handwriting

“Getting Out Of Depression – Part 3” will be posted no later than Tuesday. Something quite unforeseen happened here in the last 2.5 days and it’s been quite exiting.

Friday morning I was sitting on the couch and sorting through the books and magazines. I have agreed to be a facilitator for a local Bay Area organization helping underprivileged and low-income women to start their own businesses. I am exited to teach their first class and part of the first lesson’s curriculum is to do a collage of their business idea. My friends call me the Manifestation Queen because I have been into collages for years and have them all over the place in my house and in many different categories. I have a huge white collage hanging in my office that features my personal homes, vacation homes, my love life, my family life, my vacations, even the ideal dog I wanted. This white board is only for experiences that I want to draw to me.

I have two additional boards full of collages that are related only to what I think I am able to GIVE to the world, the reasons as to why I am here. Some of those statements and pictures are wishful thinking and character traits I am striving towards, others are qualities I already I possess and want to strengthen.

There are several other methods to how I manifest in collages, I have several books and binders and a big wooden box that looks and opens like a book where my collage pieces are contained until they make it onto a board or into a book.

I was browsing through the magazines to see if they would be fitting for me to bring to my first class when I saw a notebook that was given to me by a woman as a gift. I had tucked it under my coffee table for one of those special moments. Friday morning was that special moment, because it was cold and rainy outside, and I felt like manifesting some more. This time I decided to put a wish list together for specific things that I want to obtain.

One of those things is a 2-7 day vacation trip into solitude with the love of my life. He’s not in my physical space yet, but I’m obviously manifesting him now so that I’m ready for when he is in my life. One of my deepest desires has always been to spend 2 to 7 days alone in a cabin somewhere out in nature, with no electricity beyond some light, no TV or music, no microwave, only candles, games, books and lots of one-on-one time.

There I was sitting “reminiscing” about an event that will take place in the future, although it felt at that very moment as if it had already happened at some time in the past, even though it hadn’t.

Suddenly the lights went off. We had a power outage.

Like with every power outage we expect them to be taken care of by our skilled workers according to civilized standards (aren’t we spoiled). I was wrong. The power didn’t come on for the entire day. In fact, it didn’t come back for almost 3 days. By this time the temperature in the house had dropped to 51 degrees, the food was spoiled and I got tired of wringing out the drenched towels in the window tracks from the water that was entering in small gushes.

Yes, my “reminiscing” a 2-7 day retreat into silence came true all too soon! Only, my man was missing…the books and the games were present, but my beloved was not here to enjoy the little adventure with me.

Manifesting through the use of pictures, words, and your writing is a most powerful tool. I have always written my thoughts into a journal even as a little girl. Today of course I write differently, with intention, lots of intention and very careful with the words I choose; my collages change each year as I grow as a human being. The power of your manifestations is measured with the power that you put behind your words, your idealization process and your intense desire to achieve the thing you want. Pictures that symbolize something work like magic too.

As time goes by I will gladly share my manifestation successes, because there are many and they are absolutely mind boggling to my friends. I have gotten used to them and by now I actually expect them. I’d like to encourage you to get started and create your own collage. If you need help with it, simply send me an e-mail at corefreedom@yahoo.com or respond to this post and I’d be glad to help.

Getting out of Depression – Part 2

So there I was, laying on my death bed, waiting to die of lymphoma, barely able to crawl to the bathroom, stuck in a marriage that had rotted away a long time ago, and trapped in a body that seemed to have given up on wanting to live. Even my spirits had come to an acceptance that my physical life had come to an end; my little 2 year old daughter would not remember her mommy as she was growing up – I was forced to come to peace with that, and I did. I said: “Until death do us apart,” and I was about to bring glory to that promise and there was a sense of peace, in a sick kind of way.

I asked one last question: “Was this really what my life was all about?”

And it suddenly hit me. I don’t know how and why, and it doesn’t matter. The answer came in form of a little flicker if you will. Suddenly I just knew that this was not all my life was to be about. I had missed my purpose and I was not done yet, in fact, I was far from being done and I had a long road ahead of me.

A new sense of desire emerged. A desire to “find out” and “inquire” about life, to ask questions and to get answers. And I got them. The more I asked, the more answers I was given. The more answers I was given the clearer life’s directions became. It was glorious!

Here is the first thing I did, a little trick that may take a guts, and if you can muster up the courage to do this exercise and then tackle these things one by one, your life will change for the better without a doubt.

1. First make a list of all your fears.
2. Then number them with your worst fear being number one.
3. Make a decision to tackle each fear one by one, until that three-headed monster has been conquered.
4. Then emerse yourself in your fear until you love the thing you once fear most.

I personally decided to tackle the first three biggest fears rather than picking some of the smaller fears at the end of the list. And there is a reason for this, which I will share with you in part 3 of this article. It took me 1 year to overcome these three fears and then a miracle happened!

Stay tuned for part 3 of this article where I will not only share with you what my all time biggest fears were, I will also share with you how life changed so dramatically afterwards.

Getting out of Depression, Part 1

Looking out the window early this morning it was evident that the world in the San Francisco Bay Area has returned to “normal.” At least on the outside it looked that way. Traffic was backed up bumper to bumper by 6:15 a.m. and as I was taking my puppy out for his morning Nature call, people were walking to their cars to head off to work.

I was heading off to work at the suicide prevention hotline, where life for most callers continues to be anything but normal. Most people are under the impression that the holidays are a trigger for suicidal people and yet statistically the closer we get to Spring time is the most crucial time for most. It’s when everyone seems to break free from the cold weather and wake up from the hibernation stage that lonely and depressed people tend to do the opposite: fall deeper into a stage of sadness.

Callers are plagued by severe depressions usually ranging from loss of a marriage, lack of health or declining health, financial trouble and so on. There is one common thread amongst our callers: the overwhelming and overshadowing feeling of loneliness. No one seems to care. No one seems to understand. No one can relate. There is no one to call. No one calls them. Add to that mix declining health with a grim hope for improvement and possibly a spouse or partner who is now seeing someone else and we are dealing with a recipe for disaster.

Having been at a place where I felt devastated about having to wait for a diagnosis of lymphoma and putting my thoughts together for my Last Will, I can empathize with most people who are in a similar position. Feeling stuck in a marriage that seemed like a true prison to me and was unhealthy for both of us but not knowing or seeing that I had a way out adds to my understanding of people who are finding themselves in the same place.

I realized that everything seemed to have been taken from me by some unknown force (and yet there was no one to blame): my happiness, my marriage, my health, even my days were numbered. I had hit rock bottom. I had nothing else to lose…

It was during this time that I had an inkling of hope, a flash of “aha!” popped into my mind: “What if I missed something?” "What if there WAS a way out and I had just missed it?" I did miss something, the most important thing of all – my purpose, the very reasons for which I have come to be here. I did not know what that purpose was at that very moment, I just knew that I was unique (just like everyone else) and that I had come to create something that was reserved for me only. I didn't know what it was yet, but I trusted that it would be shown to me in due time. All I needed to know right then was that there was more than what meets the eye.

A new desire emerged.

Note: I was never diagnosed with a mental illness and this post and any other of my posts are not meant to be substitution for medical advice.

So what did I do and how did I overcome my illness and change my life?

Stay tuned for Part 2 of this post where I share with you simple strategies that helped me recover once and for all and turn my life around to be the happy and living the successful life that I am living today. I am exited to share with you some tips that may just help some amazing people out there find hope for themselves.

Why New Year's Resolutions Don't Work

A while back the Learning Annex asked me to teach another class on how to overcome procrastination. I remember thinking it weird that anyone who procrastinated would sign up for a procrastination class. Wouldn’t they just procrastinate signing up?

For those of you who have studied the art of setting goals, you may have discovered that most goals are never achieved and only 3 weeks after New Year’s day all resolutions are out the window. Why does this happen?

The reasons are endless; some delay goals, some forget about them, others change them and so on. The main reasons are different for each person; a faster explanation may be as follows: Most people are putting too many goals on their list and aim too high and then try to attempt the path on their own and without support. In addition, most people are too hard with themselves and at the slightest inkling of what feels like failure, they throw it all away. To add to this misery most people have a tendency to share their ambitious goals with those that have no business of knowing about them in the first place, because it’s as if they are just waiting in the bushes to pounce out and say: “Ha! I knew you couldn’t do it.”

There has to be a solution to changing our lives for the better – what is it?

First, go inside for wisdom and all answers. No, I’m not joking. We’re all different about how we look at goals and what they mean to us. One individual may have nightmares just thinking about a test, to another a test can be his greatest motivation to studying. For me personally the tighter a deadline and the harder the task, the more excited I get to achieving the goal. To others a deadline may be the most frightening thing ever.

For example, the most common New Year’s resolution of losing that holiday weight, or perhaps that of several holidays ago. No matter where you look you’ll find articles about how to lose that weight and what diet fad is new in Hollywood. In my humble opinion wanting to lose weight is the most useless and stupid New Year’s Resolution there is. It is cruel and rigid on your body, not realistic, causes overwhelm and is a pure path on putting your body straight behind bars. Prisons are meant to be broken out of, especially after those first 3 weeks in January are over and all New Year’s Resolutions have lost their appeal.

Perhaps trying this will work for you this year: Your goal this year is to always feel GREAT and to feel FIT.

Think about this, if you have one goal in mind and that is to feel great and fit, you have just stripped your scale of its rights. On the other hand, if you make it your goals to lose x-number of pounds then your scale becomes your say-all, your ruler, your king, your measuring stick, your boss. Instead let’s keep in mind that our bodies care for only the following; bodies want to feel cared for, fed with real food, satisfaction is a must, loved, caressed, hugged, paid attention to and used for what it was intended to (to move you around).

Are you getting it?


Order your body to take care of the weight loss part automatically. It was first created to work for you at its optimal capacity. The only thing you have to do is to pay attention to it, to listen to it, to love it and not to treat it right. Once your body feels that you are cooperating by showing it respect, it has no choice but to give you the same in return by bringing out the most gorgeous king or queen that you are already.

So this year make only one New Year’s Resolution: Respect yourself and your body, love yourself and your body, pay attention to your Soul’s wisdom instead of other people. Believe that you are protected by divine order. And the doors which open easiest for you in 2008 are the ones you are meant to walk through.

By the time you get to the end of 2008 and if you have faithfully held to this one desire, you will be in ecstasy, joy and amazement at how easy things fell into place for you this year. It’s pure magic indeed.

Wishing you a phenomenal year!