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What a difference a day can make. A little sleep, some good nature, beauty and exercise and the world has a whole new look and feel. Enthusiasm is truly the fruit of life. I wish you all an enthused day.

How does one unlock the unconscious? Does one talk to it? Introduce himself to it? Wait for it to speak or push it to open up? I know there is infinity within the unconscious -- I just don't know how to tap into it. I want its knowledge, insight and secrets. I want a glimpse -- just for tonight.

I realize that the ladies of which I wrote earlier today are trapped in sadness for very good reason -- they have lost so much and just can't be happy in the midst of their mountains of loss. Duh? Of course. Why I want them to be ok so much is really the question that needs answering. Life is just not easy especially toward the end. Is that a fact or just the common perception? I guess what I want is there to be no prolonged pain. I want people to be able to adapt. Is that realistic? Is it possible? Is it even normal or desirable? I have seen people have peace at the end of life; even at the very end. That is why I want to help people get there. I truly believe that it is not only more pleasant to have peace at the end but it is also "good for you". I personally believe in reincarnation and the "going on" of the spirit and I follow that belief with preparing for the transition as consciously and positively as possible so that one can be "launched" int...

I have spent my life and career focused on the role of social connection in the maintenance of health. I am realizing that while this is certainly of premium importance that perhaps, it is contingent upon and based on an ability to connect with oneself. There are 2 older lady seniors that are on my radar that have led me to realize this critical fact. Both are loving, intelligent and worldly ladies. Both have reached their late 80's and struggle with a deep loneliness that repeatedly returns to haunt them in a painful manner. Both are "well-connected" in terms of either friends or relatives who love them dearly and "look after" them frequently and with an abiding love. However, neither can "hold" the feeling of love inside themselves ongoingly or consistently. This suffering is getting worse as they get older. These 2 wonderful ladies bring up and challenge my mission in the medical realm. I believe from my core that love and perceived social connectio...

I am now hot on the track of creating what I have talked about for years now going on decades. There is struggle involved but I now realize that the resistance that lives inside me is my biggest nemesis. This is not unique to me but is universal and is termed the ego. It is a loud, persistent force that can shatter me with its negativity and fight. Everyone has to break through this resistive force if they have any desire of being creative or unique. I have allowed my ego to dominate me and hold me down for what feels like eons. That time is now over if I stay awake and stay focused. That is my intention. I expect to hear from the resistance frequently and with force. I realize I am in a war and I cannot relent. My soul is at stake and I very much want my soul to sing its song.

What if all the fear, resistance and wasting of time and energy just came to an end and dreams began to happen, doors began to open and life became free,easy and fun?

By now, most everyone has heard of the last few uttered words of Steve Jobs -- A Sister’s Eulogy for Steve Jobs By MONA SIMPSON Published: October 30, 2011 I grew up as an only child, with a single mother. Because we were poor and because I knew my father had emigrated from Syria, I imagined he looked like Omar Sharif. I hoped he would be rich and kind and would come into our lives (and our not yet furnished apartment) and help us. Later, after I’d met my father, I tried to believe he’d changed his number and left no forwarding address because he was an idealistic revolutionary, plotting a new world for the Arab people. Even as a feminist, my whole life I’d been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I’d thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man and he was my brother. By then, I lived in New York, where I was trying to write my first novel. I had a job at a small magazine in an office the size of a closet, with three other aspiring writers....

What is the value of releasing a "hidden secret" that has been buried for years? Can it be measured? What is the physiology of such an endeavor? What can happen if we lose our buried guilt or shame? What happens when we grieve years after our initial loss? Can you still get to peace and equanimity? Can a chronically fearful and worried mind find calm? What makes these miracles happen? How can we maximize their frequency and evolution?