This evening i feel compelled to share the details of an e-mail i recieved from Jim Edwards. I will copy and paste the details for you. I have just added a post to the list myself and hope that you will help by doing the same.

Much love

Monika

Jim Edwards here with an update about an article I wish I never had to write…

This past Friday my son-in-law was severely injured when the vehicle he was driving in Iraq was struck by a road- side bomb. He and 3 of his team members were badly hurt, the fifth member of the team was killed.

My article this week is about how we can use the Internet to support the troops and their families (regardless of our personal feelings about this or any other war).

http://www.igottatellyou.com/blog/support-our-troops-online/

*** Now here’s the personal FAVOR I need from you: ***

Tomorrow (Wed. 10/31/07) we’re driving up to Walter Reed Hospital to meet him after his medical transport plane arrives from Germany.

If you feel comfortable doing it, I’d like to ask you to leave a comment on my blog with a get-well or inspirational thought for my son-in-law, Jon H.

I’m not asking for – nor will I accept – political commentary about the war! What I’m asking for is some positive energy, prayers, and good thoughts for his recovery and that of his friends.

I want to print the comments off and take them to him so he can read them when he’s feeling a little down or when he feels alone or doubtful about what he went through and why.

Again, if you feel it’s appropriate for you, please read the article and leave him a positive note on the blog.

I’ll consider it a personal favor.

Thanks

Jim

This is a lovely poem i have come across taken from Denis Waitley’s book The Seeds of Greatness Treasury.  I used to write a lot of poems myself and find it interesting to know, that there is a difference between what the author is thinking while writing the words and the meaning they hold to the author and the difference the very same words  hold in the mind and  perception of the reader not only effecting thoughts but creating new meaning.

My Robot: R-U-ME2

I have a little robot,

That goes around with me.

I tell him what i’m thinking,

I tell him what i see,

I tell my little robot,

All my hopes and fears.

He listens and remembers,

All my joy and tears.

At first my little robot,

Followed my command,

But after years of training,

He’s gotten out of hand.

He doesn’t care what’s right or wrong,

Or what is false or true.

No matter what i try now,

He tells me what to do.

I have been inspired by Wayne Dyer’s work for some years now and although i will be sharing more of his work with you in my blogs, i wanted to begin with something quite fundamental. The 10 Secrets for Success and Inner Peace. This like all of Wayne Dyer’s work is beautifully expressed and he said of this book ” they’re valuable for anyone who has conciously decided to be on their life path.”

I have posted links at the end of this post if you would like to order either the CD version or Book through Amazon.

However here is a little overview of the 10 Secrets..

The First Secret: Have a mind that is open to everything and attached to nothing

The Second Secret: Don’t die with your music still inside you

The Third Secret: You can’t give away what you don’t have

The Fourth Secret: Embrace silence

The Fifth Secret: Give up your personal history

The Sixth Secret: You can’t fix a problem with the same mind that created it

The Seventh Secret: There are no justified resentments

The Eighth Secret: Treat yourself as if you already are what you’d like to be

The Ninth Secret: Treasure your divinity

The Tenth Secret: Wisdom is avoiding all thoughts that weaken you

10 Secrets for Success and Inner Peace Amazon.co.uk – Book

10 Secrets for Success and Inner Peace Amazon.co.uk – CD Set

10 Secrets for Success and Inner Peace Amazon.com – Book

Information Please
by Author Unknown

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first
telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the
polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver
hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the
telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my
mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere
inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person her name
was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not
know. “Information Please” could supply anybody’s number and
the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie-in-the-bottle
came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.
Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked
my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there
didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no
one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking
my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the
parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I
unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
“Information Please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above
my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into
my ear.

“Information”

“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone. The tears
came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.

“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.

“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.

“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it
hurts.”

“Can you open your icebox?” she asked. I said I could.

“Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your
finger,” said the voice.

After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I
asked her for help with my geography and she told me where
Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my
pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just the day
before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time
Petey, our pet canary died. I called “Information Please”
and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the
usual things grown ups say to soothe a child. But I was
unconsoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing
so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up
as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?” She must
have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul,
always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”
Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please.”

“Information,” said the now familiar voice.

“How do you spell fix?” I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific
Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the
country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.
“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back
home and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny
new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into
my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations
never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and
perplexity, I would recall the serene sense of security I
had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and
kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put
down in Seattle I had about half-an-hour or so between
planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my
sister, who lived there now.

Then, without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my
hometown operator and said, “Information, please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

“Information.”

I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, ” Could
you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I
guess your finger must have healed by now.”

I laughed, “So it’s really still you,” I said. “I wonder if
you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time.”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant
to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward
to your calls.”

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and
I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit
my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice
answered,”Information.”

I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” she said.

“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” she said. “Sally had
been working part time the last few years because she was
sick. She died five weeks ago.”

Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute. Is your
name Paul?”

“Yes.”

“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in
case you called. Let me read it to you.” The note said,
“Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in.
He’ll know what I mean.”

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
Whose life have you touched today?

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Have you got a tear running down your cheek, or a lump in your throat? It’s it amazing that something so good can make you feel so good and bad at the same time, so heart felt. Well i hope you enjoyed this story as much as i did. I recieved this story form www.healthywealthynwise.com

Love always for you are always loved ~ Monika

I recieve daily quotes and after recieving a lovely comment on my blog today i wanted to get back to sharing with you more inspiring and helpful information. So here is a quote that resonated with me today.

It’s ever so much more satisfying to get into a blissful place and attract a blissful person and live blissfully hereafter than to be in a negative place and attract a negative partner and then try to get happy from that negative place.

Excerpted from a workshop in Los Angeles, CA on Sunday, February 2nd, 1997

Enjoy and have an amazing day!

Monika