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Buy Kids Who See Ghosts on June 8.

guruglenn — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 00:03:31 +0000

I wanted to let you know how excited I am about this great new book. Today, June 8^th, my friend, Dr. Caron Goode, is officially releasing her new book, “Kids Who See Ghosts, help to guide them through their fear.” As part of the book launch, Dr. Goode is giving everyone who purchases the book TODAY F*REE gifts.

Kids Who See Ghosts

Help to Guide Them Through Fear

If you like to help kids, then you’ll enjoy this newest, cutting edge information. I want to share this particular book, Kids Who See Ghosts, because it is already lighting new fires of knowledge and sparking conversations around the globe. Reading it, you’ll understand how children feel and experience their worlds of imaginary friends, ghosts or spirits. And you’ll learn how to soothe their fears, how to explore other realms, and help kids be resilient when facing the unknown.

The award-winning author of Raising Intuitive Children, and Mom’s Choice Awards Lightworker of 2008, Dr. Caron Goode interviewed parents, educators, psychologists, a sensei, a skeptic, and psychics to present a well-rounded view of the kids-who-see-ghosts phenomenon. This trend seems to be increasing, which means parents need this book now!

Goode suggests you believe in your children, whether or not you believe in ghosts or spirits. Empowering kids is the goal, helping them to move through their fears and have more strength.

To empower kids and support this work, I am asking that you buy this book, along with me, on Tuesday, June 8^th,

Kids Who See Ghosts: How to Guide Them Through Fear

Buying on June 8^th makes you eligible to receive several thousand dollars worth of bonus gifts including free offers by acclaimed theater and acting star Shirley McClaine and more free bonuses from Dr. Caron Goode.

Science Mysticism Spirituality

guruglenn — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 16:56:26 +0000

This is it:

A Recent Email That Got Me Teary

guruglenn — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 20:02:22 +0000

RED MARBLES

    I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes.

    I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprizing a basket of freshly picked green peas.

    I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas.

    I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

    ‘Hello Barry, how are you today?’

    ‘H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas. They sure look good.’

    ‘They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?’

    ‘Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.’

    ‘Good. Anything I can help you with?’

    ‘No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.’

    ‘Would you like take some home?’ asked Mr. Miller.

    ‘No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ‘em with.’

    ‘Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?’

    ‘All I got’s my prize marble here.’

    ‘Is that right? Let me see it’ said Miller.

    ‘Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.’

    ‘I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?’ the store owner asked.

    ‘Not zackley but almost.’

    ‘Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble’, Mr. Miller told the boy.

    ‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.’

    Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

    With a smile said, ‘There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.

    When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.’

    I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man.

    A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

    Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one.

    Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.

    They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them.

    Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

    Ahead of us in line were three young men.

    One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts…all very professional looking.

    They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.

    Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

    Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket.

    Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

    Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles.

    With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

    ‘Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them.

    Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size….they came to pay their debt.’

    ‘We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,’ she confided, ‘but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ‘.

    With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

    The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

    Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn’t make yourself.

    An unexpected phone call from an old friend.

    Green stoplights on your way to work.

    The fastest line at the grocery store.

    A good sing-along song on the radio.

    Your keys found right where you left them.

    Send this to the people you’ll never forget.

    I just Did…

    If you don’t send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.

    It’s not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!




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    ‘Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.’ ~Unknown

What Will You Create?

guruglenn — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 19:49:24 +0000

Quantum Reality

The more science dwells into quantum physics the more they realize what ancient masters already knew. Our collective consciousness creates the reality that dictates the world we live in.

What will you create?

Wordpress 2.7

guruglenn — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 20:29:35 +0000

I am writing this on a new platform, specifically Wordpress 2.7. It has a totally new look from 2.6.3 and I’m noticing how the newness slows down my desire to jump in. It reminds me of how we need to be comfortable with what we are working with to engage fully with it.

As I think more on it I am relating this experience to what is happening in the world right now. Things have changed dramatically and I would venture to say that even the insensitive people are afraid to jump in with both feet. When what is normal becomes abnormal people are taken back and don’t know where to turn next.

So then how do we begin to be comfortable with what we don’t know?

One step at a time. How do you eat and elephant? One bite at a time.

The economic downturn has afforded us the time to slow down and listen to what we really want out of life. To decide what is really important to us and the desire to make it happen.

As a sensitive person you are accustomed to being challenged by new and difficult experiences. How wonderful that you are equiped and available to help lead the paralyzed insensitives forward during this time of reflection.

Thanks to Wordpress 2.7 for helping me think of something to say. The more I look at this platform the more I like it.

Canary In A Coal Mine…

guruglenn — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 14:39:18 +0000

I’m sure you have heard the story of the Canary in a Coal Mine. Miners of long ago would send a canary into the mine shaft to determine if the air was breathable. If the Canary perished they knew it was not safe to venture in themselves.

That story had me thinking about how you sensitives have created the conditions for the world to change. I think that it is the sensitive people that have made the world aware that the air is unfit to breathe and the waters too polluted to drink.

If it was not for the sensitive people warning the non-sensitives of the world that our environment was deteriorating those people would have continued to destroy it. Without you sensitives the others would have consumed the earth and all of us with it.

So I think it is advisable for sensitives to celebrate the fact that you have made an invaluable contribution to our world by having your sensitive nature. Yes there is plenty more work to be done to correct what has already been damaged but let’s give credit where credit is due.

On behalf of the inhabitants of planet earth I thank you.

Twas The Night Before Christmas

guruglenn — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 17:18:23 +0000

I dedicate my rendition of Twas The Night Before Christmas by Clement Moore to my Daughter Karen and Son Stephen.

It was a tradition in our house while they were growing up that I would read them Clement Moore’s Twas the Night Before Christmas before they went to sleep Christmas Eve. Well they are grown now and we live far apart from each other so this is what I offer them under the circumstance.

If you are wanting to hear an audio version of Twas the Night Before Christmas, to bring back good memories, or are just wanting to expand your experiences into something new this is for you.

Please enjoy this everyone and HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Download audio file (TTNBC.mp3)

We Must Create…

guruglenn — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 22:20:47 +0000

The following I picked up from my good friends at Highly Sensitive People.com. It really hit home for me when I realized that if I am not creating something in my life I feel dead.

I am wondering if every sensitive person feels the same about creating?

If this quote from Pearl S. Buck speaks to you, leave me a comment and let me know how you express your creativity.

Pearl S. Buck, (1892-1973), recipient of the Pulitzer Prize in 1932 and of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938, once said about highly sensitive people:

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.

To him…

a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,
a lover is a god,
and failure is death.

Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create —— so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
—Pearl S. Buck

Perceptions…

guruglenn — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 14:26:43 +0000

As a highly sensitive person do you notice your perceptions on the non-physical plane?

I have had this ability since I was young but did not honor it for many years. It seemed those years were the most difficult for me. It was not until I started to meditate and accept that there is a spirit world very much as real as the physical, that I felt whole.

Since then I have had many metaphysical experiences that have cemented my knowing for me. I have been able to help many people with this ability.

When my daughter was 2 years old, in the middle to the night I awoke as I was running down the hall to her room. I remember having no idea what I was doing there. When I entered here room she was lying on her back, choking on her own vomit. Being too young and too sleepy to right herself I quickly turned her on her side and cleaned her mouth out. If my awareness, even when I was asleep, did not get my but out of bed she would have suffocated.

Today she is a nurse taking care of others and I am very proud of her.

Even though being a sensitive person has caused much grief in my life I am grateful for the gift.

Were All Sensitive People

guruglenn — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 16:10:36 +0000

I was doing some keyword research to attempt to reach as many people as possible. I was blown over to discover that the phrase, “Were All Sensitive People” had been entered into Google one hundred and forty MILLION times. How many sensitive people are out there?

Being an HSP myself I have an understanding of how difficult life can be at times. It seems that we sensitive types tend to try to deal with things on our own. We internalize our pain and then we begin to suffer.

Have you been struggling with the life you have created around you?

I want very much to be of service to those of you who require help. Judging by the amount of searches in Google I believe there are many who are seeking.

Having been a meditator and personal growth advocate for over 30 years I have come to place where I know how to survive and thrive. No matter what life dishes out. And believe me it still does at times. I can make lemonade out of the lemons.

Leave me a comment and tell me what you believe you need to feel whole.