Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God; your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Nelson Mandela's Inaugural Speech (1994) although he bit jacked gaffled was inspired by Marianne Williamson. (Nelson Mandela debunking here)
Imagine you're a woman working at a company where male colleagues send you X-rated notes, hit on you, and repeatedly grab your breasts -- even once pinch your butt with pliers. To Judge Edith Jones, such depravity does not constitute grounds for a sexual harassment case, though she conceded the facts. During arguments in the case the woman brought against her employers (Waltman v. International Paper), Jones purportedly commented that the behavior of the man who had pinched the woman's breasts wasn't so objectionable since he later apologized. And, added the judge, at least she hadn't been raped.
From the scariest presidential candidate to the scariest billionaire to
the scariest cop, these truly are the worst America has to offer. (alternet, 10.30.06)
Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever seen a ghost?
Submitted by Nancy.
I don't know what I believe (which is probably why I'm both a heathen and a heretic) but I know what my family believes...
a conversation and a revelation...
"I like your tattoo," I said.
"You know, I used to see him all the time," she said and didn't need to clarify who "him" was. "I always feel like he's watching over me. I wanted to do something to honor that, honor him, but I didn't want a man's name on my body. It's too hard to explain to people. So I thought this was the right thing to do."
"It's beautiful," I said, admiring the ink at the base of her lower back. It reads: Angel.
and
a father's words...
One day not too long after the funeral, Pauline went out of the house. I was sitting right here in the kitchen doing the puzzle. She yelled she was leaving, I heard her keys and heard the car start and drive away. Some time later, the latch of the door unlocked and I heard keys rattle. I can still hear it now. I didn't even look up. I just assumed she had forgotten something and came back. After awhile, I realized that she wasn't in the house. I figured I must not have heard her leave again. So, she comes back awhile later and I say to her, "What did you have to come back to the house for." She looked at me and said, "I didn't come back, I was gone this whole time." Then I started thinking about the sounds. It was the latch unlocking and then a rattle of the keys. Now, when you enter the house, you don't hear the rattle of the keys because you're holding them in your hand a certain way, you've got to grip them to turn the lock. But Mike, when he would leave the house, he would unlock the door and rattle his keys for me to let me know he was going.
I guess he was the one who'd forgotten something.
More about my family and the ghost undying spirit of my uncle here.
What's your sign? What do you think of astrology and horoscopes?
I'm a Pisces. I enjoy sunsets but couldn't care less about long walks on the beach. Let's meet at the Regal Beagle at 5 for Happy Hour. We can talk about Stars and Mars and silly people at Bars. Call me.
Free Will Horoscope for Pisces This Week:
To a theme. There are lots of cute ones but I'm not sure if any one of them is quite me yet. I'm going to keep trying them on until I find one I truly truly like.
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