<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:30:16.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Souls</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is created for those interested in spirituality and finding others of like mind.  Let this be a place where we share our experiences and try to learn from each other.  Let this be also our little circle of light looking through which illuminates a place within that remembers the way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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questions, plus who cleans the dishes&lt;br /&gt;Mortgage, careers, dirty diapers and sex.&lt;br /&gt;How do you reach all your genuine wishes&lt;br /&gt;While in a world that’s extremely complex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter – for one, at yourselves and your worries&lt;br /&gt;Humbleness also will show you the way&lt;br /&gt;And there’s one more that will withstand the flurries&lt;br /&gt;And make tomorrow an easier day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing together’s the final component&lt;br /&gt;Growing apart is what most couples do&lt;br /&gt;Marriage’s most unrelenting opponent&lt;br /&gt;Making sure one plus one won’t equal two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing together is glue to the marriage&lt;br /&gt;It is the essence that shines through it all&lt;br /&gt;It is the wheels to your fairytale carriage&lt;br /&gt;Letting you ride to your sunset not crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never belittle your partner’s ambition&lt;br /&gt;Always find interest in each others dreams&lt;br /&gt;Do not think twice about any tradition&lt;br /&gt;If it is splitting you two at the seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes a book- then my friend, better read it&lt;br /&gt;He takes up golf, go with him to the links&lt;br /&gt;She wants to cook – help her out and then eat it&lt;br /&gt;And in the process find out what she thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have interests – that’s part of the journey&lt;br /&gt;Letting each other have time on their own&lt;br /&gt;All of that’s true – but make sure that each morning&lt;br /&gt;You aren’t reading the paper alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is not about being a good roommate&lt;br /&gt;Kids and vacations are just a small part&lt;br /&gt;Most of the reason for finding a soul mate&lt;br /&gt;Is so that both of you grow from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katya, Olezhik, today’s the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Go build a life that fulfills both of you&lt;br /&gt;Love is a word – you determine its meaning&lt;br /&gt;Make your roses red and your violets be blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....written on 8/27/2010 for my cousin's weddding...Love you Oleg and Katya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-2093801241077154606?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2093801241077154606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=2093801241077154606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2093801241077154606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2093801241077154606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2010/08/roses-are-red-violets-are-bluemarriage.html' title='Roses are Red, Violets are Blue...Marriage advice to me and to you....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-7547264308234805265</id><published>2010-07-16T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:30:27.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make your wishes become a reality - the Mechanics of it Continued</title><content type='html'>...The way I believe this works is that Universe gives us plenty of time to make up our minds before executing.&amp;nbsp; Just because you have a thought or a want doesn't mean the Universe grants it - as a preventative measure also since most of us think things we definitely do not want to happen on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; Thus, it lets you finalize your thoughts and then upon sending it executes them if it is in accordance with your soul purpose and purposes of those around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-7547264308234805265?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7547264308234805265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=7547264308234805265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7547264308234805265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7547264308234805265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-make-your-wishes-become-reality_16.html' title='How to make your wishes become a reality - the Mechanics of it Continued'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-3857339800543571322</id><published>2010-07-15T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:27:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make your wishes become a reality - the Mechanics of it</title><content type='html'>If you have read any books on Spirituality or listened to any teachers you likely have heard this statement before - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;in order to manifest your wishes you must be very specific about what you ask for, focus on it and then detach from it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It is with the last part that I always had trouble.&amp;nbsp; I didn't understand in real terms why I need to let it go - until about an hour ago when it came to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that you dreamed up a new concept for a car.&amp;nbsp; You drew it on a piece of paper, thought for a while longer, created a blue print with all the specifications and maybe even put together a model.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;To expect the car to drive on its own would seem ludicrous but that is what we do with our wishes.&amp;nbsp; We hold on to them and never let them go&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; In order for the car to actually be created we need to send our blueprint to a manufacturer who then will look at it, maybe tweak it and build it at its own pace.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;The fact that we want it created tomorrow doesn't seem to phase the manufacturer one bit :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus in real world terms - if you really want something, think it through in all the glorious details and then set it free.&amp;nbsp; Don't put conditions on it - just ask that it be created with all the best intentions.&amp;nbsp; If it was meant to be created it will be whenever it will be and it is not up to you.&amp;nbsp; Be the Originator and let the Creator do the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-3857339800543571322?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3857339800543571322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=3857339800543571322' 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type='text'>What is appropriate...or can a grown man still walk around in a diaper?</title><content type='html'>An acquaintance of mine made me think about what is appropriate in the workplace and otherwise.&amp;nbsp; She is a nice girl with set values but upon learning about what I believe she seemed to become very "uneasy".&amp;nbsp; Granted this is far from the first time someone thought me weird and I am quite certain this won't be the last, however, it did make me go deep and analyze.&amp;nbsp; Her "uneasiness" touched some aspects of self that I wasn't in touch with for a while.&amp;nbsp; When growing up, I, like many others, wished to be liked and understood.&amp;nbsp; I tried to fit in and not be different...until I realized that while I still care about others opinions I am happy when I am true to myself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rebel against people that take themselves too seriously.&amp;nbsp; I always admired those intelligent, successful people that make fun of themselves and treat others with the same respect that they would treat people of a "higher caliber".&amp;nbsp; Humility is a must in my world, for anyone who puts themselves on a pedestal doesn't understand life well.&amp;nbsp; I also believe that we get lost often worrying about things that are unimportant in the grand scheme of life.&amp;nbsp; Work is just work, most of us do it for money and then get out so we can enjoy the remaining&amp;nbsp;hours doing something that makes us happy.&amp;nbsp; I am of course speaking generally and realize there are those that truly love&amp;nbsp;what they do at work and feel a great sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to what is appropriate and not I know we all differ.&amp;nbsp; Not only do we differ in&amp;nbsp;opinion&amp;nbsp;but our&amp;nbsp;appropriateness factor (AF)&amp;nbsp;changes&amp;nbsp;depending on circumstance.&amp;nbsp; For example, seeing someone in a bathing suit during winter is "weird" whereas during&amp;nbsp;the summer we think it is perfectly acceptable and do it ourselves.&amp;nbsp; Likewise, when someone wears clown's hair during Halloween at work people laugh but if a person does the same&amp;nbsp;on any other day we don't accept it.&amp;nbsp; That's where&amp;nbsp;my AF differs greatly.&amp;nbsp; Of course I do own the clown hair and put in on at work periodically.&amp;nbsp; I put it on when I feel the mood of the team is "heavy" and I do so to cheer them up and to put a smile on their face.&amp;nbsp; I believe it whisks them away if for a moment from the drudgery of work and hopefully allows them to recalibrate.&amp;nbsp; I also put it on when I feel myself getting too serious because wearing clown's hair I cannot, in all honesty, continue to take myself seriously.&amp;nbsp; Thus it relaxes and grounds me.&amp;nbsp; I am tempted to wear it in front of those "bosses" that view themselves as holy (so far I haven't due to probable firing.)&amp;nbsp; And I would be &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;remissed&lt;/span&gt; if I don't mention that I put in on because I love being the center of &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;attent&lt;/span&gt;ion :) which brings me to a grown man wearing a diaper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not addressing those moments when unfortunately grownups have to wear diapers for medical reasons.&amp;nbsp; I am talking about a grown man (me) wearing one with a Binky and a bib.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine long ago said that it would be hilarious to teach a class wearing nothing but a diaper and see the reaction of the people.&amp;nbsp; I whole heartily agree.&amp;nbsp; I must admit I haven't done it yet but maybe will one day.&amp;nbsp; That would be a great test to see if people truly judge the book by its cover and if they can look past the "stupidity" and learn from a capable instructor.&amp;nbsp; The psychologist in me is foaming at the mouth for this &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;oppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;rtunity&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the story... when I mentioned this to my acquaintance and added that I crashed my wife's baby shower with 3 other guys all wearing diapers and signing songs she visibly thought of me as the village idiot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So far my attempts to explain have gone in vain and she probably doesn't want to talk to me ever again, which is fine and is well within her rights.&amp;nbsp; In my opinion however, I believe what is appropriate is all relative.&amp;nbsp; I also believe that a grown man who takes his responsibilities but not himself seriously is perfectly appropriate.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-629223766582666331?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-3818186665276208684</id><published>2010-03-31T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:10:27.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The discussion of life.  Part 4 - Bhagavad Gita as a Spiritual PhD...</title><content type='html'>After 3 entries I have finally arrived at the most touchy part - Religion.&amp;nbsp; One must be both brave and foolish to discuss the Religion of others.&amp;nbsp; As I am about to do so I ask once again for open minds and open hearts and respectfully remind all that everyone is free to decide what to believe.&amp;nbsp; If my opinion disrespects yours in any way I am sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last entry on Discussion of Life after my visit to the Hare Krishna seminar deals with a statement from the Monk.&amp;nbsp; He mentioned that while he doesn't mean to disrespect any other religion - Hare Krishna and its bible Bhagavad Gita is a PhD in Spirituality and the most important book ever written.&amp;nbsp; He mentioned that these stories were told by Krishna (God) 5 thousand years ago and contain the pure knowledge, whereas other great messengers and ascended beings only told their peers what they could understand.&amp;nbsp; He said that Bhagavad Gita tells about what God is really like, what He wears, what He looks like, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus if I understand it correctly the Monk put down other religions for their partial truths and elevated his.&amp;nbsp; In doing so, in my opinion, he made the same mistake that others make - think they know the truth and others don't.&amp;nbsp; I always find it interesting to hear people who say they know everything where by stating that they are showing the very opposite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we as a people always separate into groups and strive for differentiation?&amp;nbsp; Do we really think that God likes one group better than another?&amp;nbsp; In whose interest are we being driven into conflict?&amp;nbsp; Why must we take the words of others as truth without seeking for our own?&amp;nbsp; I find so much good in religion as it tries to feed the hungry, help the suffering and provide a supporting community.&amp;nbsp; I love people getting together in prayer and celebration.&amp;nbsp; All religions teach acceptance, all religions teach enlightenment and all of them stress Love.&amp;nbsp; Why not leave it at that?&amp;nbsp; So I say to the World - no group is stronger than the whole, you are ONE people. Live as ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-3818186665276208684?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3818186665276208684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=3818186665276208684' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/3818186665276208684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/3818186665276208684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2010/03/discussion-of-life-part-4-bhagavad-gita.html' title='The discussion of life.  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Part 3 - Karma and Reincarnation...</title><content type='html'>In this 3rd installment of my discussion I wanted to talk about Karma.&amp;nbsp; Once again I would like to remind all that these are my thoughts that were triggered by the Hare Krishna meeting and&amp;nbsp;the few phrases the Monk said.&amp;nbsp; I do not claim to know Bhagavad Gita and have only read a few passages.&amp;nbsp; My intention is not to criticise but find my own truth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monk mentioned that you can you can be born as anything including animals and humans depending on what you do in your previous life.&amp;nbsp; He mentioned that the goal is to continue to grow in spirit and there were specific ways to progress or regress depending on actions.&amp;nbsp; He said that we should do well otherwise we will regress and be born as an animal for instance and we do not want to do so.&amp;nbsp; Animals, he mentioned, lead a terrible existance and they are different from humans since they do not have a consiousness.&amp;nbsp; I originally got tangled up on the idea of being reborn into a different species (animals, bugs, etc.) which I didn't believe.&amp;nbsp; I cannot deny that it is a possibility although I stuggle to see a point other than experience chosen by the soul ( I will come back to that point later.)&amp;nbsp; If a person does&amp;nbsp;"bad things" in this lifetime and is "punished" by being born into the animal kingdom in their next lifetime, what&amp;nbsp;growth can be achieved by this if&amp;nbsp;an animal is without consiouss?&amp;nbsp; If all animals lack the vehicle of spiritual development (consiousness) what is the reason for punishment?&amp;nbsp; Furthermore, how can one determine what is higher on the spiritual step a cow or a dog?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my belief that you can incarnate as a different species if you choose to do so...I went to a Hare Krishna website to get some more informaiton on Karma and Reincarnation and among other things&amp;nbsp;here is what I have found (&lt;a href="http://krishna.org/reincarnation-faq/"&gt;http://krishna.org/reincarnation-faq/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When one dies in the mode of goodness, he attains to the pure higher planets. When one dies in the mode of passion, he takes birth among those engaged in fruitive activities; and when he dies in the mode of ignorance, he takes birth in the animal kingdom”(Bhagavad-gita 14.14-15)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Whatever state of being one remembers when he quits his body, that state he will attain without fail”(Bhagavad-gita 8.6)&amp;nbsp; ... As already explained, a person gets his next life’s birth according to what he thinks of at the time of death. If someone is too attached to his wife, naturally he thinks of his wife at the time of death, and in his next life he takes the body of a woman. Similarly, if a woman thinks of her husband at the time of death, naturally she gets the body of a man in her next life. –Srimad Bhagavatam (3.31.41)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, just by these 2 paragraphs above I get a sense that if a person is ignorant he will become an animal and whatever he thinks about just before death he will become.&amp;nbsp; Being as objective as I can I find it hard to imagine that we are putting these limitations on God and self.&amp;nbsp; Are we saying that a soul has no choice as to its next incarnation?&amp;nbsp; Are there really these simple rules in place and no freedoms?&amp;nbsp; There are other passages that I will reference in my next discussion on Bhagavad Gita as a Spiritual PhD but here in relation to Karma and Reincarnation I wish to respectfully disagree.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view of Karma and Reincarnation is this.&amp;nbsp; Before we are born we decide on the path this life will take.&amp;nbsp; We chose the time of birth, the parents, societal factors, etc. We decide which souls we are born with and will utilize to experience certain events.&amp;nbsp; We also choose possible exit points (3 or so times in your life when you may chose to die.)&amp;nbsp; We chose if we come as a man, woman, healthy or with debilitating conditions and we chose major experiences.&amp;nbsp; The goal of each incarnation is to experience a part of yourself and the goal of Karma is to keep a history of all actions that we have accumulated.&amp;nbsp; For instance if in the past we have "wronged" someone and understand that doing so is bad but we may chose to experience that from another point of view and be born as someone that gets "wronged" in the same way.&amp;nbsp; Karma is not a punishment.&amp;nbsp; There is no vengefull God that believes in Eye for an Eye.&amp;nbsp; We are the ones that decide on what to experience because in understanding all sides we understand ourselves better and that is the point of incarnations.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the "old" and "new" soul concept and being on different "spiritual" levels...&amp;nbsp; I do believe that some souls are "older" or more experienced than others and thus chose to "play with different toys".&amp;nbsp; If eating and drinking and sex are the experience chosen by one, to others these things are less important.&amp;nbsp; They may instead be focused on growing spiritually or giving to society, etc.&amp;nbsp; On the other hand I also believe that since we chose what to focus on in each life, a very advanced soul may decide to "relax" in a life and just party to see what it feels like.&amp;nbsp; Thus I feel that judging souls by their actions in life is simplistic and shows that we don't understand the full spectrum.&amp;nbsp; So to the Monk I would pose these thoughts and see what Bhagavad Gita would answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-1004234529659574043?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1004234529659574043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=1004234529659574043' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/1004234529659574043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/1004234529659574043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2010/03/discussion-of-life-part-3-karma-and.html' title='The discussion of life.  Part 3 - Karma and Reincarnation...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-42762026326426329</id><published>2010-03-27T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:19:32.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The discussion of life.  Part 2 - Lives as Bad dreams...</title><content type='html'>To continue with my exploration of topics raised at the Hare Krishna session, I wish to talk about another comment with which I disagreed.&amp;nbsp; The Monk stated that once you leave the Karmic wheel and don't have to come back to this world you will be happy.&amp;nbsp; He said that when you are "up there" you don't want to come back and will look at your lives here as a "Bad Dream."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comment instead of showing how great ascending is, portrayed physical life as something one wishes they never had.&amp;nbsp; Because isn't that the definition of a bad dream, you wake from it thanking God that that was just a dream.&amp;nbsp; I would suggest that ascended beings feel quite contrary to the Monk's statement.&amp;nbsp; I believe that from their vantage point they would look upon their "lesser" selves lovingly and think about how important their experiences were.&amp;nbsp; They would think how brave of them it was to live in the world without knowing what they now know.&amp;nbsp; They would be uplifted to see the struggles overcome by themselves and beam proudly to the universe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look at it as a Bad Dream is to once again negate the entire reason for living.&amp;nbsp; The goal of life is not about ascending, it is about experiencing, just like money is a side effect of success and not the reason for succeeding.&amp;nbsp; Ascention is a choice made by the being after they have experienced all of the parts of themselves and thus reach enlightenment.&amp;nbsp; They have worked out all of the "kinks" and now feel ready to move on to other experiences.&amp;nbsp; How can they in all of their wisdom look at that path to enlightenment as a Bad Dream?&amp;nbsp; They wouldn't.&amp;nbsp; They would preach joy and love and look at everything in the same manner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-42762026326426329?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/42762026326426329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=42762026326426329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/42762026326426329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/42762026326426329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2010/03/discussion-of-life-part-2-lives-as-bad.html' title='The discussion of life.  Part 2 - Lives as Bad dreams...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-4349098360940482684</id><published>2010-03-20T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:48:22.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The discussion of life.  Part 1 - You are not your body.</title><content type='html'>I just came back from an interesting session in which a traveling monk ( I believe he is of the Hare Krishna tradition.)&amp;nbsp; He chanted, talked of life and shared his views on life.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed the session and agreed with most of the things he was saying but there were a number that I have a completely different view on.&amp;nbsp; In the next four or five entries I will try to understand what I think further and explain the differences, specifically his thoughts on Karma, You are not your body, Physical Lives as a Bad Dream &amp;amp; Meaning of Life, and Bhagavad Gita as PhD in Spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin allow me to apologize in advance to everyone that disagrees with me.&amp;nbsp; I understand that over 500 million people think of Bhagavad Gita as the holy book and what I am about to say will go against some of its teachings.&amp;nbsp; I do not claim to be a student of the book since I have never read it.&amp;nbsp; I only speak based on what I have heard the monk say.&amp;nbsp; I do so in exploration of my own belief and fully realize that what I think today may not be so tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Thus I mean no disrespect and am just theorizing on the life's questions.&amp;nbsp; However, I do ask that readers keep an open mind and put aside cultural biases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin with the thought that You are not your body.&amp;nbsp; I understand what the monk was saying and he used colorful examples to demonstrate this fact.&amp;nbsp; Of course we are not just our body, we are a being of physical and spiritual essence.&amp;nbsp; Thus he was trying to open those eyes that think of themselves as only a body.&amp;nbsp; What I disagree with the monk on is how he was describing the body.&amp;nbsp; The way it sounded (which I accept maybe how I heard him) was dismissive.&amp;nbsp; He said that bodies come and bodies go and while we need to take care of them they are just vehicles that we use and throw away.&amp;nbsp; He said the focus should be on the spiritual within not the cage.&amp;nbsp; There in-lies my problem.&amp;nbsp; During the past 2 years I have focused more then ever on my spiritual development and have experienced things I didn't know were possible.&amp;nbsp; And then all of a sudden I started feeling worse and worse physically until my guides in no uncertain terms told me to stop the spiritual and focus on the physical.&amp;nbsp; I had neglected my body and had come out of balance.&amp;nbsp; My physical problems were manifesting everywhere and a "healthy" young man was suddenly unable to teach because of light headiness whereas before I loved being in front of an audience.&amp;nbsp; I was having panic attacks, chest pains, "hot flashes", blood pressure fluctuations, and all sorts of other troubles.&amp;nbsp; The message was clear, your body cannot handle the energies you are playing with.&amp;nbsp; In order for you to continue to grow spiritually you must get your body stronger and healthier.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, while I agree with the overall message that we are not JUST our bodies, we are spiritual being that have materialized.&amp;nbsp; To negate the body is to negate the experience.&amp;nbsp; One cannot focus on one part of their being without hurting the other.&amp;nbsp; Our bodies consist of "plumbing" and if the energy tries to flow into a tube that is "clogged" you are asking for trouble.&amp;nbsp; It is too simple to think that all blocks will be dissolved instantly by the energy.&amp;nbsp; When energy flows into those blockages they become highlighted as something we need to fix and manifest in different ways.&amp;nbsp; We are complex multi-life beings that carry a lot of "baggage".&amp;nbsp; We must take care of our bodies in order to live a healthy and meaningful existence.&amp;nbsp; As all spiritual traditions teach - it is about Balance!&amp;nbsp; I say Love and appreciate your body and Love and exercise your Spirit.&amp;nbsp; Develop both, for that is the purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-4349098360940482684?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4349098360940482684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=4349098360940482684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4349098360940482684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4349098360940482684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2010/03/discussion-of-life-part-1-you-are-not.html' title='The discussion of life.  Part 1 - You are not your body.'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-3240748437714847033</id><published>2009-05-07T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:55:24.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here little birdie...here's the way...</title><content type='html'>While walking to work from the parking garage I opened the door to see a little bird.  The bird was desperately trying to fly outside and was hitting the windows as it tried one after another to go through.  I opened the door and said, "Here little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;birdie&lt;/span&gt;, here's the way".  To my dismay no matter how I tried the bird wouldn't even look in my direction and kept on trying the windows.  Finally, I held the door open by a garbage can and left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this was happening I thought...what a wonderful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;metaphor&lt;/span&gt; for life.  We keep on claiming that nobody is there to help us, we look to God for answers and hear nothing.  Where, in all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;likelyhood&lt;/span&gt;, there are so many all around us yelling at us and trying to get our attention because they are there to help and show the way...and we, like the little bird, don't notice and just keep knocking on windows that will never open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day my understanding was tested.  I went downstairs to get lunch and thought, "wow, it is so nice outside, maybe I should walk to the other building and get food"...but decided against it.  Then as I was getting food in the deli, I thought..."maybe I should take my food and eat outside by the lake as it is so nice...." but decided against it.  As I got upstairs I saw my friends sitting by the elevator waiting, I asked them what they are doing for lunch and they said they are going to the park and that I should go with them.  Then I finally got the point and understood that this is the 3rd time my guides are telling me to go outside.  I went and had a wonderful time eating in the park enjoying the nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of my guides for sticking with me....please keep talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-3240748437714847033?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3240748437714847033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=3240748437714847033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/3240748437714847033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/3240748437714847033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-little-birdieheres-way.html' title='Here little birdie...here&apos;s the way...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-2474551714933533623</id><published>2009-05-04T23:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:12:18.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...After all I've tried for 3 years...seems like 30</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday my wife and I went to see Jesus Christ Superstar with Ted Neely as Jesus.  I loved the movie where he played the main role and really wanted to see the live show.  One of the primary draws for me was Ted.  I knew nothing of his career but thought it would be interesting to see what he looks and sounds like now many years later.  My friend had gotten us great seats and I was able to see it all up close (row D).  The production was good, I liked some things and didn't appreciate the others but I am still thinking of Ted.  Today I did some research and found out that he is 65.  He is likely best known for playing the role of Jesus even though he has done much in the music and theatre business.  He probably played this role more then 2000 times since 1973 when the movie came out.  I just began to wonder what an interesting life experience he must have had.  And when he was singing the words..."After all I've tried for 3 years...seems like 30...seems like 30..." I couldn't help but think how life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imitates&lt;/span&gt; art...Ted Neely has been playing Jesus for more then 30 years on stage, more then half his life.  What a life he has chosen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-2474551714933533623?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2474551714933533623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=2474551714933533623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2474551714933533623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2474551714933533623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-all-ive-tried-for-3-yearsseems.html' title='...After all I&apos;ve tried for 3 years...seems like 30'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-8649770305962365486</id><published>2009-03-30T17:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:21:56.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The chosen one....</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went into Great Clips for a haircut.  There I was greeted by a young lady and told to have a seat at a specified chair.  What occurred then was .... interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see another young woman that worked there approach my chair and sit nearby.  As I quickly realized, my stylist was a trainee and the other one was there to correct and observe.  Neither one of them mentioned this to me and continued as if I was merely a mannequin.  The trainee asked questions (only a few to be fair) and the trainer responded, sometimes taking scissors and checking her work and fixing a few things.  As this was happening I was filled with 2 prevailing thoughts.  There was a part of me that was very concerned about this extremely unprofessional behavior, them not having decency to ask for my permission, feeling used, etc.  The other took a more spiritual perspective which kept me sane and smiling.  The voice inside suggested that I was chosen for this role in order to help the young woman who was obviously nervous get some experience and learn her lessons.  And I was chosen because I was strong enough to handle it.  And as it turned out she did a good job.  I thanked them both and walked out amused and pleased for being able to serve in this odd capacity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-8649770305962365486?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8649770305962365486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=8649770305962365486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/8649770305962365486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/8649770305962365486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2009/03/chosen-one.html' title='The chosen one....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-4761772339800655842</id><published>2009-03-09T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:15:03.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As real as they come...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, during the seminar on intuition, Mel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doerr&lt;/span&gt; (our wonderful intuitive) guided us on a meditation.  I relaxed my body, imagined a protective healing light all around me, and rose up into the ether.  My third eye started to pulsate, I was getting deeper into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trance like&lt;/span&gt; state and then I felt my right arm tingle.  It was as if my hairs were being gently brushed.  I have had shivers down my spine during meditation before but never anything like this.  This was very very real.  It was so real that for a moment I opened my eyes to see if something was indeed on my arm - but I saw no thing and continued.  Within a few minutes the feeling returned but intensified.  I was so excited about this new experience.  I remembered others talking about such sensations and they translated them as truth and knowing that the spirit was present.  I was elated to feel the tingling and was looking forward to something magnificent.  And then I decided to take another peek- and discovered a little ant crawling on my forearm.  I couldn't help but laugh and only respect for others around me who were meditating prevented me from doing it out loud.  I removed the ant and went back to my meditation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many ways for me to translate this experience.  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cynic&lt;/span&gt; in me wants to say that all physical sensations could be explained by physical reasons.  Another part of me screams out that an ant is a lesson not to get too high and to continue to be humble.  Yet another voice says that ants were there but only I felt it, and perhaps an ant is a message to me from spirit.  And in reality it all doesn't matter.  Rationalizations and explanations can never answer every question. I seek to experience and this was one that shook up my ant hill causing to wonder - what happens the next time around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-4761772339800655842?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4761772339800655842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=4761772339800655842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4761772339800655842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4761772339800655842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-real-as-they-come.html' title='As real as they come...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-8646101437291133106</id><published>2009-03-07T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:49:00.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not what you say.....</title><content type='html'>In celebration of March 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - International Women's Day I would like to share a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt;.  This Friday during a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-March 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; celebration dinner at my mother-in-law's home I raised a number of toasts to women.  There toasts were heartfelt and one spoke of the changing times and how difficult it is to be a woman today.  A woman no longer is just the home keeper but is also one that works full time, has to endure labor, satisfy her partner, take care of children and put up with her man needing a break now and then to play poker.  Another touched upon a simple truth that every woman seeks to be loved.  I meant every word and every word was warmly received by the women around the dinner table.  Their eyes filled with tears, they told their husbands that they wished they had the same understanding of women as I did....it was very very touching.  And then...I was told to do the dishes....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing there scrubbing I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; - it is not what you say that counts, but rather what you do!  It may be true that women love with their ears but their eyes see all and if no help is given - sweet nothings will accomplish just that.  Men of all ages, let us salute the women in our lives and aspire to become that which they see in us.  Happy March 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; our women, we love you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-8646101437291133106?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8646101437291133106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=8646101437291133106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/8646101437291133106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/8646101437291133106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-not-what-you-say.html' title='It&apos;s not what you say.....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-712322754028297806</id><published>2009-03-03T17:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:26:54.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The air up there....</title><content type='html'>While in the locker room of a local gym on Sunday I overheard a conversation that made me appreciate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enormity&lt;/span&gt; of energetic pressure figures in the public eye are under... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was talking to his friend and with disdain in his voice said, "Look at the suites Obama is buying with our money." (Before I continue, in the interest of objectivity, I want to make it clear that I am a progressive and voted for Obama.)  Putting my political views aside however, I couldn't hep but remember viewing photos of past presidents and seeing how much they aged in office.  It was staggering.  From the psychological and physical perspective I understand the wear and tear of being President.  But from the energetic perspective it must be unbelievable.  The whole world is watching, judging, with some plotting to kill while others simply sending negativity your way.  Wow.  It would be so interesting to have a psychic do a reading during the presidency to see the changes over time.  The more you are in the public eye the more you suffer regardless of your successes since a good dead for one is an insult to another.  With all the nominations to the offices I hope another position gets created - Chief Presidential Healer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-712322754028297806?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/712322754028297806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=712322754028297806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/712322754028297806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/712322754028297806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2009/03/air-up-there.html' title='The air up there....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-7093437003870389608</id><published>2009-01-26T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:51:45.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Theese wackos, they're crazy...an irony</title><content type='html'>Today while driving I was listening to a progressive radio station that touched upon a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reinstation&lt;/span&gt; of four bishops by the pope.  The host &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adamantly&lt;/span&gt; discussed how outraged he was since one of the bishops just last week reiterated his stance that there was no Holocaust.  Upon hearing that I thought bad thoughts about the bishop and his beliefs.  How could one be so ignorant of history and brainwash his followers into believing such lies.  The bishop is crazy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my brain was flushed with negativity, I overheard the talk show host mention another one of the bishop's beliefs.  The bishop stated that September 11th attacks were staged by the United States government in order to get American people's signoff on wars in Afganistan and Iraq.  And there I felt a sense of irony...for the crazy bishop I was so fond of critisizing just a minute earlier was believing the same thing I do about September 11th.  Or rather, I am not certain of what I belive about 9/11 but I do have unanswered questions and don't dismiss the conspiracy theories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the world wasn't black and white again.  I disagreed so vehemently on one issue but agreed on the other.  Ironic, I thought and wondered what the talk show host would say about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-7093437003870389608?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7093437003870389608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=7093437003870389608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7093437003870389608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7093437003870389608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2009/01/theese-wackos-theyre-crazyan-irony.html' title='Theese wackos, they&apos;re crazy...an irony'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-7548560794438252476</id><published>2008-12-30T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:30:35.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival of life</title><content type='html'>When people get a health scare, they often begin to pay attention to the things that they took for granted before.  This time it is my turn to learn some lessons and maybe even teach some to the people around me.  Faced with uncertainty (no definite diagnosis yet), I find myself looking at the world a lot closer.  How amazing everything is, and how much is offered to us.  We can do so many things, choose so many paths. Sometimes we tell ourselves that we are bound by our culture, work obligations, family, means, but it is not true. We can do any amazing thing at any moment we choose. The opportunity is there for us, provided by this world, by this Earth.  You reality can be transformed completely at request, and provide the experiences that you need. You could  say “I am burned out and down, lets charge the card, call the boss and fly to the Amazon river for 2 weeks”.  Or you could say “I know I was meant to something greater. Where is the opportunity for greatness?”, then take 2 weeks off and fly to Africa with Red Cross, or volunteer at some local organization.  Countless possibilities to evolve in any way you want! And on top of that each person is different from the next right? So we have as many realities at the same time as we have people in the world. And each has something to offer, if you let it to. We just have to suspend the judgment for long enough to simply hear how others see their world (even if we strongly disagree with their view). &lt;br /&gt;I suddenly get amazed by the way trees look, and the complexity of flowers, how bees build their houses (much respect to those creatures, true architects!), that our body is a smart self adjusting mechanism, that universe is stretching in all directions and at all points at the same time as I write this, that there is ice on Mars, that a stranger can be the kindest warmest soul to you when you are down, that baby begins to grow in mother’s womb so magically and secretly, that we are capable of such beauty and such terror, and ocean is such a  powerful force…and more, much more.  It is all amazing. Everything around us.  Even that I can write and you can read those weird looking lines, and therefore I send my thought to you for consideration.  Physics, chemistry and other science will explain the laws behind what we see and experience, so there is another world under the world we see. And another world above the one we see. Have you read abound multiverses, that our universe may not be the only one out there?  There is so much in this world, and outside it, and there might be other worlds!  So much to see and feel! It’s like a carnival, and we are right in the middle.  Although sometimes we are too concerned about our costume or snack instead of running around, dancing and watching the show.  That’s all right, the carnival is not going anywhere, no harm in taking our time with the costume.&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound crazy? I think I am becoming a child again. Simple things suddenly look wondrous and all meaningful. Life is such a creation, no words can describe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-7548560794438252476?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7548560794438252476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=7548560794438252476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7548560794438252476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7548560794438252476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/12/carnival-of-life.html' title='Carnival of life'/><author><name>Mariya Gerstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024872348820662025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-3192867362219484941</id><published>2008-12-05T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:02:07.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you wish for or you just might get it...</title><content type='html'>Early this morning we have arrived from our trip to Jamaica and after a sleep deprived work day I gather what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; I have left to write a new post.  (...then I took a long break and finally decided to post it weeks later :))  The trip was great and we had a blast.  It was also full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; opportunities for spiritual analysis.  Here is one example...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first full day of our stay I realized that I didn't have enought T-Shits to last a week and thought it would be nice to win some.  Thus, I entered into a bee-bee gun shooting competition. There were a number of good shooters that got pretty high scores.  We were each given 6 shots into a target with the maximum points totaling 60.  I was on target and shot an impressive 48. Everyone was thrilled and the guide said he has not had anyone get all shots in the black including a bulls eye.  My ego was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enthralled&lt;/span&gt; and I was declared a victor.  People left the location talking amongst themselves about the great young shooter they had just had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of standing next to (see what I said about the ego :))  Anyway, winners of each competition (archery, shooting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bachi&lt;/span&gt; ball, etc.) were invited on stage at 9:30, awarded with cheers, prizes and a song.  I was excited about the upcoming recognition.  I made my family get there in time, sat in the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; row and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eagerly&lt;/span&gt; awaited my moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The winners were brought up one by one and congratulated.  Oddly enough, I was not a part of that group.  They had fogotten me!  I was.....a bit upset.  I asked one of the "Fun Directors" (the one that supervised the shooting) why I hadn't been called...he apologized and gave me a T-Shirt.  Disapointed I sat down, received multiple pats on the shoulder from the ones who knew and got ready to watch the entertainment for the evening.  What I didn't realize was how strong my desire was to get onstage, because I was about to get the full taste of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 guys from the entertainment team got onstage and announced the beginning of the show. They said they needed 10 man from the audience for it.  I had no intention of participating remembering my previous experiences of utter embarrassment.  However, the "Fun Director" pulled me and my friend up on stage (how opportune it was that we sat in thd 2ND ROW????)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, 10 men were onstage and awaiting instructions.  After a few hints we understood that our task was to do the Limbo.  There were 2 thoughts going throuh my mind at that time.  One was "OUCH" and the second was that I will probably loose to older fatter man and it will suck! The first comment was due in large part to my degenerated disk in the lower back.  The second...you know....To fast forward I will share that I made the 1st and 2nd cut and almost made the last.  My back was bent enough to get through but my feet froze and wouldn't move forward enough to carry me.  I fell.  However, I was ushered into the 2nd round (4 men total) to compete in something even more fun.  Thankfully my friend was right there with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the second round they asked each of us who our favorite female artist was.  Of course I answered my wife reveling in the chance to have her join my party and be put on the spot herself by having to sing.  (she has a very good voice but with microphones one never knows.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately for her and unfortunately for me they made each man do pushups with his wife laying on his back.  Needless to say I was working my triceps out in the gym mere hours before this fun event...I barely did 8.  But the fun wasn't over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They made everyone go backstage and perform as either Elvis, Michael Jackson, Celine Dion or Whitney Houston.  Fortunately I was Michael Jackson.  They dressed me appropriately and handed me the mic.  There I was alone on stage dancing to the beat.  I should mention that before we went on vacation I was telling myself to review the basic dance moves of Michael Jackson, Elvis and Disco to be ready in case I had to dance....I DIDN'T.  Thus, I was stuck doing the only 3 moves I remembered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story does end well as I was voted the victor by the audience and received a T-Shirt, Hat and a bottle of Rum.  My back was sore but intact, I had 2 T-Shits,  and for the rest of the trip everyone I met called me Michel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-3192867362219484941?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3192867362219484941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=3192867362219484941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/3192867362219484941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/3192867362219484941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-careful-what-you-wish-for-or-you.html' title='Be careful what you wish for or you just might get it...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-5112381960413308709</id><published>2008-10-21T06:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:28:38.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris is like Life and Life is like Tetris</title><content type='html'>Dear Circle, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am assuming you are all familiar with a very popular game of Tetris.  I have played it as a child and recently have gone back to it as a part of my train-the-brain exercises.  What I have found make me appreciate the game much more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We often wonder how to live our lives and sometimes feel like things are being thrown at us way too fast.  The "problems" just keep coming and coming and we feel overwhelmed.  However with Tetris and with life you start to excel only then, when you realize that every forethcoming block is there to assist you.  Tetris is designed to help you get the wanted result.  No matter what you do and how wrong you fit the pieces Tetris is there with upcoming blocks to get you out of the situation.  You just have to understand how it is helping you and instead of panicking - thank it for its assistance and make it work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetris is a wonderful metaphor for the life itself.  Experiences we bring on are there to help us and instead of rejecting them we need to realize the significance of the "blocks" and deal with them.  Life is designed in much the same way as the game is and once you give up the struggle with each individual piece you can succeed.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-5112381960413308709?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5112381960413308709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=5112381960413308709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/5112381960413308709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/5112381960413308709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/10/tetris-is-like-life-and-life-is-like.html' title='Tetris is like Life and Life is like Tetris'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-6146738179103110227</id><published>2008-10-13T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:53:31.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking things personal...</title><content type='html'>Dear Circle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a meditation class today our instructor mentioned in passing people taking things personally and a flashbulb went on for me.  The reason we take things personally is because we have a very low understanding of who we are.  If we understood who we truly are we wouldn't take things others say to be true.  For instance, if someone calls you an "Idiot"....if you know yourself well (and hopefully don't think of yourself as an idiot) you wouldn't pay attention to that because it doesn't matter what others say, you know the truth.  If you don't know yourself you will get offended because you will think ...well He thinks I am an Idiot I need to prove I am not or worst of all you will think that perhaps he knows you better then you do and maybe you are an Idiot so you take it personally.  I realize this is simplistic but it leads to the same point - get to know yourself and you won't take things so personal!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-6146738179103110227?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6146738179103110227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=6146738179103110227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/6146738179103110227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/6146738179103110227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/10/taking-things-personal.html' title='Taking things personal...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-2682538055926101446</id><published>2008-10-12T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:01:51.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition is the answer???</title><content type='html'>Dear Circle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my wife and I were driving yesterday she asked me a question...As I look at people, she said, I see them trying to do what is best for their children, spend time teaching them, driving them around, working hard in order for them to live better...We are all fundamentally good at heart, why don't we get along better?  To which I responded with an answer I didn't expect.  I said it and then thought about it after I said it, it was a bit odd, kind of like the saying that I don't know what I think until I say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer was - The reason why we don't get along is competition.  Let's look at schools and see what is the main theme of our education starting very early in our lifetimes...one must compete.  We are being graded for everything...praised for being the best and punished for doing poorly.  We are judged on everything, the homes we live in, cars we drive, clothes we wear, music we listen to, friends we have, etc, etc, etc.  Then we turn on the TV and see that reinforced - athletes, celebrities, lawyers, doctors, White Color, Blue Color...we are being programed that in order for us to have the things we need we must "be the best" even if that means others suffer.  And then we are surprised at all the people behaving negatively towards each other.  We think of others as competition not as one of us.  That underlying thought form permeates our whole life.  Even in marriage when we are supposed to be thinking of each other as ONE we compete (one of the reasons I suppose why divorce rate is so high).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand me correctly.  I am not against all competition.  I love sports and I want to compete.  However, we fail to realize that the drive we so long for shouldn't come from incentives of a grade or money, it should come from deep yearning to learn and experience from within.  Only then we will truly drive ourselves to become better not inspite of others but with them....and maybe make this world a better place to live for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-2682538055926101446?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2682538055926101446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=2682538055926101446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2682538055926101446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2682538055926101446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/10/competition-is-answer.html' title='Competition is the answer???'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-4431778891276191522</id><published>2008-10-02T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:39:42.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Jekyll &amp; Mr. Hyde theory at play in our Economy...</title><content type='html'>Dear circle, I realize that my blogs lately have been political in nature and for that I ask you forgiveness.  However, since politics and human structure are innevitably linked it is rather interesting to analyze.  For instance, the idea of top-down economics or trickle-down economics is fascinating to me.  It presumes that by giving money to the wealthy we will enrich the poor since the wealthy will invest their earnings in businesses that lead to jobs, etc.  To me this is the same fundamental issue of Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde.  Trickle down economics assumes everyone to be Dr.Jekyll but just like the book we keep proving ourselves wrong.  Just like Communism that assumes that everyone will be kind to one another so does this idea within Capitalism.  Even though it is not dealing with emotion but rather the drive of individuals to make money and for that they need others that will eventually benefit, I think it is flawed. A quick example, who will ensure the police and the teachers will make decent money?  I don't think those who are wealthy will care to provide good education and protection for all, they would hire for themselves.  Such is the idea of laissez fair.  &lt;br /&gt;And that leads me to spirituality and realization that again we as society are very immature and are only concerned with the good of the individual and not all individuals.  Politics and the antics we see on TV are just another indication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-4431778891276191522?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4431778891276191522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=4431778891276191522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4431778891276191522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4431778891276191522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/10/dr-jekyll-mr-hyde-theory-at-play-in-our.html' title='Dr. Jekyll &amp; Mr. Hyde theory at play in our Economy...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-6372517105524786050</id><published>2008-09-29T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:23:56.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it take us 20 years or so.....</title><content type='html'>As I look upon the spectrum of issues we are facing as a people I keep asking myself the same question...why?  For instance, if you listen to the Presidential debates you are hearing about our over-dependence on foreign oil and need for alternative sources of energy.  It sounds wonderful if you stay on the surface but to me it raises a question of why are we discussing this now and not 15 years ago when electric car technologies were available and killed by big business?  Also seems a bit hypocritical of us to talk about being dependent on oil when we ourselves gave the power to nations that now have a fun time controlling prices.  Why does CDC keep prancing around the issue of vaccine safety and it's link to autism when it occurs in 1 out of 150 children?  At what point does it stop....1 out of 75?  Why does Merck give money to study how to sell its cervical cancer vaccine to lower income families instead of studying the effects of its vaccines on girls that die after taking it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take for us to stop shoving things under the rug?  The trend is everywhere and to me it is unbelievable.  We live in a country that seems to be run by Big Business that is only concerned with profit.  Are we really that immature or greedy as a people to accept what they are feeding us (pun intended)?  We only seem to change out of necessity when the amount of information is so overbearing that we cannot ignore it anymore.  Why does it take so long?  We know the truth, we always do and yet we choose to ignore it until it is no longer convenient.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read others that say people as a race haven't evolved past a child I now understand what they are referring to.  However this child has nuclear weapons and lagging morals and that, at least to me, is very worrisome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-6372517105524786050?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6372517105524786050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=6372517105524786050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/6372517105524786050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/6372517105524786050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-does-it-take-us-20-years-or-so.html' title='Why does it take us 20 years or so.....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-7856562903557954781</id><published>2008-09-19T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:41:18.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazyness...the final frontier.....</title><content type='html'>I find it "ironic" looking at myself from the side that I behave in such a way.  For instance, I have put the thought out there that I am ready and interested in communicating with my angels, spirits, etc.  I read the books, I spent money talking to an entity that shared a good way to get a "clear" signal and then I ......decide to watch the CUBS instead of doing it.  Or surf the web for nothing spiritually fulfilling because I don't energetically feel like it ( or that is what I tell myself anyway).  I wonder how the angels and guides are feeling and am happy they are not human and don't have expectations or judgements, otherwise they would quit a long time ago.  So, my angels and guides, thanks for sticking with me and my lazyness.  I will get there....hopefully soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-7856562903557954781?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7856562903557954781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=7856562903557954781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7856562903557954781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7856562903557954781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazynessthe-final-frontier.html' title='Lazyness...the final frontier.....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-7257653953743913054</id><published>2008-09-15T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:42:30.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback to the Universe</title><content type='html'>I am going to ask a question we’ve heard many times. And we all can find an answer, including the wise Trigor. If God or Universe suddenly tuned to us completely for a moment, what would we ask or ask for? If you had one question to ask or one thing to request, what would it be? Or would you not bother asking anything at all, and instead would simply make a statement or a suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;Triggor, what would you do? Silliness aside, how about this purely hypothetical question? How about some performance feedback for the Big Guy? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-7257653953743913054?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7257653953743913054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=7257653953743913054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7257653953743913054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7257653953743913054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/09/feedback-to-universe.html' title='Feedback to the Universe'/><author><name>Mariya Gerstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024872348820662025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-2511358268388450098</id><published>2008-09-13T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:24:19.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise in sleeping....</title><content type='html'>I am not certain whether it is the lack of sleep or the ease with which I fall asleep but as soon as I close my eyes to medidate, I drift off...Just tried it a half hour ago, I lay down with full intention of going to a "safe" place in my mind and try to communicate with my angels.  I distinctly remember opening up, protecting myself, going to that safe place and then...awakening.  This time it was better because I wasn't drifting off for long and would repeatidly try to focus again to that place and begin the conversation only to drift off again...and again and again.  I do feel the progress and look forward to that moment when I could allow my mind and body to relax without sleeping.  Perhaps I will try to do this without lying down.  Will let you all know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-2511358268388450098?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2511358268388450098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=2511358268388450098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2511358268388450098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2511358268388450098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/09/exercise-in-sleeping.html' title='Exercise in sleeping....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-4768102501502703192</id><published>2008-09-09T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:56:56.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky, Christina, Barcelona...Life Personafied....</title><content type='html'>Dear Circle, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful example of the human condition that movie is.  We saw it yesterday and loved it.  It is skillfuly done and I would love to discuss it here.  However, I don't know if you have had the pleasure of seeing it yet so I don't wish to spoil anything.  Please let me know when we can chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-4768102501502703192?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4768102501502703192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=4768102501502703192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4768102501502703192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4768102501502703192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/09/vicky-christina-barcelonalife.html' title='Vicky, Christina, Barcelona...Life Personafied....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-7025954007475809823</id><published>2008-09-07T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:22:27.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the student is ready the teacher will appear....</title><content type='html'>Dear Cirle, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my guides yet again let me know of their presense, but I will return to that in a moment, now for the setup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday I have been going to the gym to work out.  Lately I have gotten into a habit of shooting a basketball for 10-15 minutes as a way to warm up the muscles and then shoot after the workout for 5 minutes as a way to strech.  In doing so I wanted to get good and actually make the shots so I started to work on it.  Over the past month and a half I have gotten to be quite good.  I have figured out what works for me and am now consistent.  And I have been "rewarded" by shooting with a number of guys and beating them.  That made me feel very special and only further reinforced my belief that I could be good at anything (I had to put that in for Trigor, Janice, and Masha...enjoy)...I have been sharing the stories of my basketball prowess at work and have people dully impressed...(now we return to the beginning of the story)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today like Sundays before it I went straight to the gym and warmed up with around the world shots.  Feeling "in a groove" I continued until a young man walked in and started to shoot on the other end of the court.  He was about 6'2" and had a very good stroke (Trigor..that was a layup for you buddy).  I complemented him on his form and he came by asking if I wanted to play.  I responded that we could shoot together if he wanted and he agreed.  Unlike the previous times my form disapated and while I didn't embarass myself I proceeded to make 25% of the shots compared to my "usual" 70%.  He on the other hand made about 75% of his.  We shot around for 40 minutes running drills on 2 and 3 pointers leading to a great workout.  He also gave me a few techniques on improving my shot and eventually left the gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find interesting about this experience was that I come there at the same time for a while now and have never seen him before.  Also in the beginning I didn't see anyone else in the gym until I wanted to shoot against somebody and people started to show.  First I "attracted" 20-25 year olds who were good but worse then me in order to get my confidence up and to inspire me to continue to work on it.  Now, apparently I am onto the next level and my guides sent a teacher along to get me further, for which I am very thankful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dear Circle, be on the lookout for teachers, they are everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-7025954007475809823?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7025954007475809823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=7025954007475809823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7025954007475809823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7025954007475809823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-student-is-ready-teacher-will.html' title='When the student is ready the teacher will appear....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-6879646213909381570</id><published>2008-08-29T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:02:36.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To have or not to have? Who cares...</title><content type='html'>I always get mixed feelings when taking or ordering photographs. Life is so short and next generations are so removed that a picture seems pretty unimportant. The highlight of every picture’s life is the time when it is taken and developed, and it’s all downhill from there. It is stuck in a dusty album, viewed 5 times in its lifetime and thrown out after people on the photograph have passed on.&lt;br /&gt;And as I continue thinking about life being short and things being temporary, most possessions loose meaning. And I start understanding what Buddhists say about striving not to want anything as being path to happiness. It’s not that you teach yourself not to care about something you want otherwise, it’s about understanding that you really don’t need those temporary things and therefore not caring for having them. If you have something - be happy, if you don’t have it - be happy too. Because if you had it, it would only be for a short time anyway, so what does it matter. And this doesn’t mean that you need to wear old clothes, live in a horrible looking house and not comb your hair. To me it means not stressing out of your mind to get something you do not yet have, not stretching yourself thin to get something because you want it so much that your stomach is all nuts and not being afraid to loose what you have. Not being afraid to loose what you have is the difficult one, isn’t it? Although everything will be lost eventually one way or another, letting go is still hard to do. Yet it might be the path to true happiness. Let go and be happy with whatever comes our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-6879646213909381570?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6879646213909381570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=6879646213909381570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/6879646213909381570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/6879646213909381570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-have-or-not-to-have-who-cares.html' title='To have or not to have? Who cares...'/><author><name>Mariya Gerstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024872348820662025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-7747149230822817830</id><published>2008-08-29T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:22:25.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to meddle in politics....</title><content type='html'>To have an educated opinion on politics one needs to do research on candidates, undertsand the issues at hand, emmerse themselves deeply into the debates and then be afforded an opportunity to elloquently express their views.  By those standards I do not qualify.  However as an observer I find it increasingly hard to filter out the political rhetoric in order to get to the real views of the candidates.  All I see is shifting of perspectives and speeches focused on low hanging fruit.  I see Vice Presidential running mates apointed solely based on winning a campaign.  I see polititians bent on bringing each other down only weeks ago embrace in solidarity and stand behind the nominated winners praising their fine qualifications.  And I see millions of dollars spent on brainwashing Americans in order to get elected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at my parents house yesterday I uttered, "The President is like his people" and then I thought long and hard about that statement.  Are we so gullable as to accept the information being fed to us daily by the political machine?  Are we really that simple a people not to be able to discern the truth from digital imagery?  Who are the people we put in power to run our country and do they really represent us and our real views?  Because from my uneducated political perspective...if the representatives from Republican and Democratic parties are trully a mirror into our souls, then we are in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-7747149230822817830?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7747149230822817830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=7747149230822817830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7747149230822817830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7747149230822817830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-to-meddle-in-politics.html' title='I hate to meddle in politics....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-2836864275189659826</id><published>2008-08-27T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:18:42.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels have a sense of humor...</title><content type='html'>I have heard that eating a big breakfast, reasonable lunch and a small dinner is a good way to eat. That way you burn off access calories throughout the day and don't pack on weight before going to bed. I thought I would give this a try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I grabbed some food and ate it in the car on the way to work. By lunch I was not hungry, which I was very happy about, and planned on just eating an apple. However by 1 PM my friend came by to go to lunch...I needed to run some chores and pick up food for a co-worker...so I agreed to go. When we got to the restaraunt I still wasn't in the mood for a large meal and was contemplating a salad when my eyes noticed a small thin crust pizza that looked delicious and very convincing. That became my "reasonable" lunch. In my mind I was convinced I would do a small dinner but at 7 I met a friend and he was hungry so we ate a big dinner. On the way home I promised not to eat anything more and promptly upon my arrival our babysitter came in with cherry cake which she "kindly" offered and I "couldn't" refuse. Needless to say I brushed it off as one of those days and promised to do better tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I ate a big breakfast, wasn't hungry at lunch but my friend offered to go to Chipotle, which I love and had to go to. But I again told myself that dinner would be small. To my dismay, after work my wife was hungry and we went to a pancake house where I proceeded to eat one of my favorite fattening things...I could almost hear my angels laughing as they successfully seduced me with food. So starting tomorrow I won't have breakfast at all and hope to eat a salad for lunch...unless they come up with another irrisistable offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-2836864275189659826?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2836864275189659826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=2836864275189659826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2836864275189659826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2836864275189659826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/angels-have-sense-of-humor.html' title='Angels have a sense of humor...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-474684815415230492</id><published>2008-08-24T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:23:02.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need inspiration?</title><content type='html'>In my search for interesting books and documentaries, I came across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dalai&lt;/span&gt; Lama. And I am hooked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buddhists&lt;/span&gt; ideas are very similar to what we, "spiritually inclined", are talking about.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dalai&lt;/span&gt; Lama is a truly remarkable man, and I highly recommend reading or listening to some of his kind and wise speeches. It rings good and true.&lt;br /&gt;There are many phrases to think about. Every one of them is worth thinking over. So what do you think this wise man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;believes&lt;/span&gt; to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; of life on Earth? To be happy! &lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to his official website/list of speeches. You can choose a topic close to your heart and see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dalai&lt;/span&gt; Lama thinks about it. Very inspiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dalailama.com/page.8.htm"&gt;http://www.dalailama.com/page.8.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-474684815415230492?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/474684815415230492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=474684815415230492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/474684815415230492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/474684815415230492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-inspiration.html' title='Need inspiration?'/><author><name>Mariya Gerstein</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024872348820662025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-494300361362518489</id><published>2008-08-24T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:31:04.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the future goes to....</title><content type='html'>We are always fascinated by the future.  We gravitate to those who say they can predict it.  We ask them to look into their crystal ball and tell us what's in store.  We read Nostradamus and try to interpret his visions and transpose them onto the events of the past to see if he's accurate.  We huddle around to hear stories of dreams that turn out to be true.  Thinking of this I am reminded of a verse from Jesus Christ Superstar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Why should you want to know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you mind about the future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you try to think ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save tomorrow for tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about today instead...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads into another discussion about living in the moment but, some other time.  As to the future there have been many I read and spoke with (including entities) that state that future isn't "written".  Confusing to me was the fact that I have also heard that everything that will happen has already happened.  So if everything has already occured what is future?  And while I had a version of the "truth" I was comfortable with before, the "answer" clarified itself today.  It has been bubbling up in pieces for quite some time and now it seems to make sense (at least to me and at least for now.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both explanations are but pieces of the same puzzle.  When put together they present a picture of reality.  There is no future that is defined for an individual however all possible outcomes are determined.  A person has a myriad of choices to make and based on those one can demonstrate direction and a number of possible outcomes.  For instance if you were to imagine yourself on top of the Sears Tower looking down you would see many buildings and streets.  If you saw a car pulling onto the Michigan avenue you could see that by the time this car passes 5 blocks it would hit construction thereby slowing it down significantly.  However if this car turns right after 3 blocks it would have a clear lane all the way to the highway.  If Sears Tower is a metaphor for higher perspective able to see "the future" and you were in the above mentioned car, a seer could tell you where to go and the probability of hitting traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, extending the example further, if the car decides to turn right after 3 blocks to have a clear path to the highway, it might find that the clear path (as it looked 1 minute ago) has been indeed blocked by an accident that just occured.  And that is the fun part which to me states that your future is not up to you alone and is directly affected by others in your path.  Therefore, although inquiring minds want to know..."&lt;em&gt;Don't you mind about the future...Think about today instead!"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-494300361362518489?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/494300361362518489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=494300361362518489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/494300361362518489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/494300361362518489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-future-goes-to.html' title='And the future goes to....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-4720250942874171945</id><published>2008-08-20T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:28:40.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a tree hugger....</title><content type='html'>Reading Sonia's book made me become more aware of nature.  She talks about the "elementals" or nature spirits of the elements (water, fire, earth, and wind.)  And I have tried to take her advices to heart.  For instance I am teaching a class next to a city plaza with beautiful willow trees and a pretty waterfall.  Ordinarily I would have walked past but now I stop and emerce myself in their beauty.  I stood by the fall and immediately felt a rush of energy that was invigorating.  I thanked the water spirits and asked them to cleanse me and imagined being in the water.  It felt wonderful.  Then I passed the lunch croud and went over to the large willow trees and as soon as I entered their domain I heard no more noise and felt calmness drape over me like a blanket.  I stood on the ground and felt the energy from the earth rise up through my feet and even though others were looking I put my hand on the trunk and stood there quietly soaking it all in.  What a refresher - nature is trully magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was an interesting story as well.  I went outside the classroom into the lobby and sat down onto the couches awaiting a phone call.  Immediately I felt the chill of the cold air blowing through the vents above me.  I thought about changing the spot and tried others but felt the breeze.  Then I suddenly felt a wave of warm air and continued to feel it (as well as the cold air from the vents) throughout my conversation.  So I thanked the air spirits for making me comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed us with so many wonderful dieties around us who are willing and ready to help in an instant shall we only ask and notice them.  I will do my best from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-4720250942874171945?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4720250942874171945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=4720250942874171945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4720250942874171945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/4720250942874171945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-tree-hugger.html' title='I am a tree hugger....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-649393315027564336</id><published>2008-08-18T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:27:01.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A glorious mascarade....</title><content type='html'>My wife and I went downtown Chicago on Saturday night.  It was the day of the Air and Water show so the streets were a buzz and people of all sorts were strolling down the Michigan Avenue.  There were the fancy guy types dressed up in Armani...Women gracing passers by with their model good looks and 5th avenue fashions... There were the casual types in jeans and t-shirts... There were the very casual types with flip flops and cargo shorts and every possible type in between...they were all there.  We stoped by Trump Tower and gazed upon the "upper class" pulling up in expensive cars and eating 50 dollar steaks....we took the architectural river tour and sat with tourists from all over marveling at the beauty that is Chicago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking all of this in I realized that life on this planet is but a glorious mascarade and felt why souls just LOVE coming down here.  Why wouldn't they?  They can chose to be born anywhere, dress up anyway, try being rich or poor, strong or weak, intelligent or no so much...  They put on a suit and dive into the ocean of feelings and emotions and they love every moment of it.....it is us who don't truly understand our soul's intentions that "drown" in everday life.  We don't have to.  Life is EXCEPTIONAL.  And when we try to realize our soul purpose we forget what seems to me to be a main portion of it which is experience itself.  Our soul wants to try things it knows about but never tried on for size.  It wants to play, it wants to take things for a spin.  Let's let it!  Listen to your soul and find things that make it sing and then do them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In the interest of public safety keep karma in mind before you begin to do anything :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-649393315027564336?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/649393315027564336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=649393315027564336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/649393315027564336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/649393315027564336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/glorious-mascarade.html' title='A glorious mascarade....'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-328238913659720372</id><published>2008-08-14T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:43:17.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect yourself</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an interesting day to say the least.  I spent a lot of time dealing with a business issue that centered around our partner not servicing a large training client.  Because of this the client wants to leave the partner and go to us directly.  So I swam in negativity for most of the day and by evening I was feeling it.  I felt drained and almost sick.  Finally I stood in the shower and didn't leave until I was energetically clean.  I asked angels for their assistance and forgiveness of everyone that thought I wronged them.  I also forgave those whom I was still hanging onto...thankfully I was feeling almost 100 percent upon awaking.  What this is showing me is how strong the energies are.  I wasn't completely unprotected yesterday and it got to me with such force.  So please protect yourself thoroughly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-328238913659720372?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/328238913659720372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=328238913659720372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/328238913659720372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/328238913659720372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/protect-yourself.html' title='Protect yourself'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-1141059403990638189</id><published>2008-08-12T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:45:42.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirits are coming...</title><content type='html'>A few days ago a friend on recommendation of another friend asked for my help with his brother.  He sent me an e-mail saying that a few years ago the brother got into a bit of trouble and needed to get going with his life.  He was told by a friend that I could help.  I remembered that the brother of my friend had some personal issues and didn't know how I could assist but was willing and interested to try.  I had the feeling that I am embarking on the spiritual path and the forces will be using me to help others and felt very empowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did speak with my friend and he wanted to know how his brother can get out of a speeding violation that occured a while ago.  My name came up because someone remembered me dealing with issues in the same realm...That made me laugh and showed not to take myself too seriously and assume the role of the Messenger too quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-1141059403990638189?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1141059403990638189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=1141059403990638189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/1141059403990638189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/1141059403990638189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirits-are-coming.html' title='The spirits are coming...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-3373879954982157114</id><published>2008-08-07T19:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:28:18.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The signs are all around us...</title><content type='html'>...I bought a new book on communication with Angels and Guides. And I was looking forward to reading it soon and beginning the conversations....I would have talked to them sooner but I didn't know the right way...and then something dawned on me....WHAT RIGHT WAY!!!!!! There is no wrong way! They have been communicating with me since before I could remember.  They did it using songs on the radio, movies I "just happened" to turn on, books, a stranger's word in passing, fortune cookies, horoscopes, arranging specific situations so I can deal with an issue, talking to me through my writing and even thoughts in my head.  They have been communicating all the time I just didn't always notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is just to realize it and pay attention.  Yes, there are techniques and meditaions that allow for clearer communication in the conventional sort of way but there is no need to wait until they are mastered, just be aware and you'll see the messages everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-3373879954982157114?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3373879954982157114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=3373879954982157114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/3373879954982157114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/3373879954982157114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/signs-are-all-around-us.html' title='The signs are all around us...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-2025496593053118350</id><published>2008-08-06T21:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:07:37.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I find myself...</title><content type='html'>After the trip I had gone back to work.  There lately I was experiencing a lot of frustration with the software that is buggy, deadlines to meet and high expectations.  Today greeted me with issues that needed to be resolved, seemingly no interest from the software company to help us and opinionated co-workers trying to impose their will...but there was something distinctly different...I felt no anger.  It bubbled up once as if by habit and I reminded myself to be the light...and felt no anger.  No frustration occurred when angry e-mails came trying to push me around, just a calm realization that we were all in this together and I wanted nothing to do with negativity coming out of me.  And for the first time in a long time at work I was at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went about my business of trying to resolve issues and seemed only annoyed by my brother (who at this point proved to be the only one resiliant enought to shake me off my cloud...)  Other then that I was serene and calm and loving it.  I am not certain of the reason behind this metamorphosis but the sense is that I am finally awakening my other sides which have been dormant for so long.. and in the wholesomeness of it I find myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-2025496593053118350?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2025496593053118350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=2025496593053118350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2025496593053118350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/2025496593053118350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-find-myself.html' title='I find myself...'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-1957130506738013472</id><published>2008-08-05T18:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:59:02.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and belive and you shall receive</title><content type='html'>I walked into the Richmond airport knowing I had a couple of hours to wait until my flight home. I ate, checked in and on the way to the gate decided to walk into the bookstore. As before I searched for the Inspiration section and casually looked down. There I saw a book by Brian Weiss titled Many Lives Many Masters. This was the third sign I was given to read the book. First was Masha, second was Danel and now this. I picked it up even though I wasn't done reading my current book by Concetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to go to the gate and in looking for a place to sit I saw a young woman and something drew me to her. I sat close by and took out my laptop to do some work. However a voice in my head told me to take the book instead. I asked which book (I had 3 with me) and was told Many Lives Many Masters. I sensed that the woman needed to see it and there is something I need to talk with her about. I listened and started to read the book all the while wondering how in the world would she see me reading it if I had it resting on my leg. Every so often I would see her write something or pack something into her suitcase. I knew I needed to speak with her but was hesitant. Finally I decided to just go for it and struck up a conversation which led to me showing her the book and stating that there was some reason she needed to see it. She found it fascinating and mentioned that she knew of reincarnation but didn't read much about it and was interested. She also said that lately every flight she took led her to meeting a person that would expand her horizons a bit and recommend a book she needed at the time. To keep this post short I will mention that she turned out to be a delightful young lady and we talked for most of the flight about listening to "voices" in your mind, numerology, etc. I also got the feeling that I needed to give her the book and to mention page 85. We read that page and from the sound of things there was a message that was important for her on it....Also something that was "coincidental" ..in doing her name analysis she noticed there were repeating 8s and 5s :)&lt;br /&gt;This was once again an eye opening experience for me. I asked my guides to keep talking to me and I would listen. They obliged and I did what they suggested leading to a very rewarding experience. Also our discussions made me take a look at all the signs I had since birth and there were many. I am really looking forward to where this is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels please keep talking, I am listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-1957130506738013472?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1957130506738013472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=1957130506738013472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/1957130506738013472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/1957130506738013472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/ask-and-belive-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and belive and you shall receive'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-5883526969845556387</id><published>2008-08-04T21:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:16:35.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I hear dead people?</title><content type='html'>I had purposfully booked my seat to be the middle just so I can have the best chance of meeting someone interesting. Although something told me to go into the bookstore in the airport just in case I find something that jumps at me. I went straight for the inspiration section and looked up...my eyes immediately found a book titled "Do Dead People Watch You Shower?" I understood then and there that I was probably not going to meet anyone on the flight but instead would be reading. Of course that is how it turned out, I sat next to a gentleman with countless tatoos who had as much interest in me as I do in death metal. Fortunately the isle seat was unoccupied and I quickly moved. Then I opened the book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was by Concetta Bertoldi who is a medium and this book is answers to most of the questions she gets asked repeatedly. It is a fascinating read that is very light and funny. Most of the things she says about the Other Side I tend to agree with (some exceptions... I will let you find out on your own) I read over 100 pages on the plane ride alone and plan to finish it tomorrow on the return leg. Something interesting did happen during the flight as one of the questions she specifically mentioned flying and I closed my eyes and tried to hear if anyone was talking to me from the Other Side. I don't remember the specifics but I do remember all of a sudden getting an image of my grandfather and seeing a room where he used to live and the chair he used to love sitting in. He was calling me by the name he used to call me and he was very loving. It seemed quite real and then he was gone. It only lasted a few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-5883526969845556387?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5883526969845556387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=5883526969845556387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/5883526969845556387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/5883526969845556387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-i-hear-dead-people.html' title='Do I hear dead people?'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-1275519966610540016</id><published>2008-08-01T22:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:35:48.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising above the clouds</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite moments during the flight is rising above the clouds.  Especially if the weather is gloomy, overcast sky's and then ....you rise above it all to see a bright sun bathing in the bluest sky you have ever seen.  And then I am reminded of the fact that everything is relative and rising above it all makes your problems seem...well....small and insignificant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I remembered that today as I struggled to keep my brain from exploding with ideas of what to do with my business, my life, and my job.  My head seemed to be tuned into at least 7 different channels all playing at the same time.  It took me a while to "come down" and relax.  I think I need to have reminders plasted everywhere I can turn that point out that this is just a "game" and to rise above it all, to look at situations without emotional attachment and then come to a simple obvious decision (which of course is right there in front of me hiding behind the thin self created vail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to rising above!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-1275519966610540016?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1275519966610540016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=1275519966610540016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/1275519966610540016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/1275519966610540016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/08/rising-above-clouds.html' title='Rising above the clouds'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-7738731446737576867</id><published>2008-07-31T18:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:53:50.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A place in the world</title><content type='html'>Well today was fun. I began by reading the morning e-mail only to discover that one of my key employees had resigned. She had done so for health reasons which prohibit her from traveling. Keeping everything in perspective, me trying to find another employee is a lot less important than her dealing with a health issue. However, this really puts me in a bind. My little company had invested a lot of time and money into growing the training part of the business and now that we are finally ready to reap the benefits she is gone leaving us with a void and a rush to backfill. Finding a trainer that can travel is very difficult in my profession which brings about a question about the long term prospects of the business itself if we don't find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am questioning what will happen in my "business" world while another part of me that doesn't care about that at all is saying "Hey Hey! Shut this thing down so I can focus on energy work" And there inlies my dilemma...(and I bet I am not the only one asking this) but how can I continue to privide financially for my family while at the same time do the work that I truly care about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-7738731446737576867?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7738731446737576867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=7738731446737576867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7738731446737576867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/7738731446737576867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/07/place-in-world.html' title='A place in the world'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-8277867393357892918</id><published>2008-07-30T16:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:54:54.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Dear Circle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the IT field specifically and in Corporate American in general could be a pretty stressfull thing.  It gets compounded when you encounter factors that throw off your balance.  It could be a person at work, a computer issue, a program not working.  As previously stated being in the moment is tough enough but being pissed in the moment really makes it hard.  For instance day in day out I deal with a computer software that is buggy and feel like a beta tester instead of a developer.  Thus I find it difficult to keep my cool when I encounter problem after problem that makes my job nearly impossible.  Every deadline or projection is more of a dart throw blindfolded because one never knows what lies ahead.  Thus my dilema...I know that thought is energy that can never be distroyed and everything comes back to you.  If you say negative things about someone (such as the developers at the software company) it is bound to ricochet right back.  I also try to be positive and understanding and to minimize the negativity "spilled" onto the world.  However on the other hand one needs to let go of this negative emotion in some way.  I have tried pushups at work, relaxation, etc.  Has anyone found an effective way to deal with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-8277867393357892918?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8277867393357892918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=8277867393357892918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/8277867393357892918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/8277867393357892918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/07/negative-thoughts.html' title='Negative Thoughts'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-9205763308871521997</id><published>2008-07-29T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:51:23.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being in the moment</title><content type='html'>As I was driving yesterday I remembered a scene from "Peaceful Warrior" where Socrates slowed things down for Dan and allowed him to pay attention to everything.  There was a discussion about being in the moment with nothing distracting you, no thoughts of the past or future, judgements, etc. -  just being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to replicate that state and suddenly noticed the dark blue sky, green grass, man walking a dog and shadows playing in the field.  I felt as an observer more then the participant and became very calm.  It was a very interesting feeling.  I imagine the trick now is to be able to be in the moment in every moment and in anything you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any experience in this or advices?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-9205763308871521997?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/9205763308871521997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=9205763308871521997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/9205763308871521997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/9205763308871521997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-in-moment.html' title='Being in the moment'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559685161413997992.post-8154823363322155964</id><published>2008-07-26T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:02:42.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Circle</title><content type='html'>Dear circle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea for this blog came to me today as a  vehicle for keeping in touch with those of similar interests.  I want to build a soul circle in which we can learn from each other and discuss what we are experiencing.  This also reminds me of something that happened recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In doing a past life regression I went "somewhere" where I saw what I believed to be my soul cirle.  They were situated around a "burning" circle of light and were looking through it.  I sensed that that is how they were looking at us.  One of them gave me a gift - a small globe half covered in small mirror pieces.  As I looked into the mirrors I was transported above the Earth and saw a reflection.  I knew it was me but not in this life.  I felt great power and was one with all but in a sense above it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my first question to the group is what are your experiences with Past Life Regression and what interesting things have you experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and God bless all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559685161413997992-8154823363322155964?l=circleofsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8154823363322155964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559685161413997992&amp;postID=8154823363322155964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/8154823363322155964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559685161413997992/posts/default/8154823363322155964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://circleofsouls.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-circle.html' title='Welcome to the Circle'/><author><name>Allen Vaysberg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10249617354693998651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
