Female , 70+
noble, ignoble, introverted, extroverted, sure, unsure, joyous.
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Member Since Apr 17, 2011
Favorite Quote The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes.
Books Gita, poetry by Kabir, Rumi, Tagore, Yogananda
Music eastern classical, western classical, jazz
Movies Gandhi, Bergman\'s The Magic Flute
Local Time December 8th, 9:38 PM
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World's Heaviest Butterfly I got this off the net today: "A man and his granddaughter were trying to get to a house when the tornado struck and he realized they weren't going to reach it. So he and the c… [more]
Speaking Of Past Life Scars -- Strange things happen -- and for a reason, I have learned. Hubby and I met a lady who shone with spiritual beauty. The first day we met her, for whatever reason, she commented that she a… [more]
When Meditation Makes You Stop Breathing I have already seen it mentioned on EP that meditation can result in the cessation of the breath. It is the natural result of the relaxation needed to experience That Beingness Within, and when breath… [more]
A Dictionary of 100 things 1. Abstinence until marriage wasn't a problem for me. But then, sex wasn't blatantly sold in every venue. We were happier than kids seem to be now, and I'm more than half convinced that that… [more]
The MessengerThere's a wind that constantly blows from the east and sings of a joyous land we've forgotten. A hidden part of us always hears that silent song and we blindly try to find that country in far places. We hope to find it in love from others and in possessions and in relationships and power and food and drink and drugs. Vague memory says that it is only in that lost land that we can always be truly happy, and when we don't find it, we feel betrayal and depression and anger. Though there's safety to be found, we feel every sort of fear. We choose not to look in the east of ourselves, and the wind moans to us its song of yearning.… [more]
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