ReikiOm's blog

From the moment of intention to the moment of conception be was be.

From conception to emergence into the world be was in a state of being.

From that point be was no longer be.

In the early years be was guided , and at times cajoled into striving to be.

In his teens,be found himself attempting to be what others were being,he lost a sense of self.

Be became a wannabe.

Once upon a time , In a galaxy not to far from this one. There lived a (insert male,female or being choice here)

Living an existence based upon (insert experience here) . This experience and all that followed became this persons story.

The story , however it was perceived became this beings truth.

I signed into my MSN account and this was on my homepage in big red letters :

Starbucks To Close 600 Stores

Good Grief...

I enjoy a cup of Joe like anyone else. But come on.

Writing Styles                                                          6/10/2008 5:10 PM

Do not look with despair upon rising,the bird that chirped in your ear ,all night long is not to blame. For what is Blame? but a mirror of your own emotions.

Let the birds instead lull you into a peace filled state.

God speaks to me in words that only my Spirit can decipher.

Communicating in colors and Lyric that are beyond the Ego's comprehension.

The message is LOVE...In the purest of form.

LuCrissinger2007

The trees speak to me in colors of Red,Green and Gold.

They whisper their wisdom on the winters wind.

Listen very closely @ first light.

The knowledge they impart are lessons of Oneness and creation.

Take it in..breathe it in....until it fills your lungs to the brim with the sweet morning air.

Once you are overflowing with the messages the tree's have sent..

"Bobbie ? " Melanie called out through the house. She looked in his room,the bathroom,the rec room. Where could he have gotten off to.

Bobbie was a very inquisitive and enthuisiactive boy of 4 going on 50. Melanie was his Mum.

Shuffle..Shuffle.. Mary picked one pile of papers and shifted it to the pile to her left.

"Ahh,there it is " Locating her keys under the pile of mail,and receipts she had to file.