Inspiring Pony Survivor with Prosthesis

Hurricane Katrina Survivor
Pit Bull Survivor
Three Legged Pony

Though I do not know who wrote this story since I received it in an email, I could not let it go unnoticed. It is heartbreaking, inspiring, and will once more show you how amazing divine beings in animal bodies can be.

Make sure to watch the video clip at the end of this blog to see Molly in motion.




Molly.a dappled charcoal gray pony who was abandoned by her owners when Hurricane Katrina hit southern Louisiana. She spent weeks on her own before finally being rescued and taken to a farm where abandoned animals were stockpiled. While there, she was attacked by a pit bull terrier and almost died. Her gnawed right front leg became infected, and her vet went to Louisiana State University for help, but L.S.U. was overwhelmed, and this pony was a welfare case. You know how that goes.

But after surgeon Rustin Moore met Molly, he changed his mind.He saw how the pony was careful to lie down on different sides so she didn't seem to get sores, and how she allowed people to handle her. She protected her injured leg. She constantly shifted her weight and didn't overload her good leg. She was a smart pony with a serious survival ethic.

Moore agreed to remove her leg below the knee, and a temporary artificial limb was built. Molly walked out of the clinic and her story really begins there.



'This was the right horse and the right owner,'Mooreinsists. Molly happened to be a one-in-a-million patient. She's tough as nails, but sweet, and she was willing to cope with pain. She made it obvious she understood that she was in trouble.The other important factor, according to Moore, is having a truly committed and compliant owner who is dedicated to providing the daily care required over the lifetime of the horse.

Molly's story turns into a parable for life in post-Katrina Louisiana ..The little pony gained weight, and her mane finally felt a comb. A human prosthesis designer built her a leg.

The prosthetic has given Molly a whole new life, Allison Barca DVM, Molly's regular vet, reports.

And she asks for it. She will put her little limb out, and come to you and let you know that she wants you to put it on. Sometimes she wants you to take it off too. And sometimes, Molly gets away from Barca. 'It can be pretty bad when you can't catch a three-legged horse,' she laughs.

Most important of all, Molly has a job now. Kay, the rescue farm owner, started taking Molly to shelters, hospitals, nursing homes, and rehabilitation centers. Anywhere she thought that people needed hope. Wherever Molly went, she showed people her pluck. She inspired people, and she had a good time doing it.

'It's obvious to me that Molly had a bigger role to play in life,Mooresaid. She survived the hurricane, she survived a horrible injury, and now she is giving hope to others.'

Barca concluded, 'She's not back to normal, but she's going to be better.To me, she could be a symbol forNew Orleans itself.'



This is Molly's most recent prosthesis. The bottom photo shows the ground surface that she stands on, which has a smiley face embossed in it. Wherever Molly goes, she leaves a smiley hoof print behind.

Please share this story with anyone who questions the value of animals, as well as with any animal lovers you know.

The Fourth Of July - Independence Day 1776

I thought you might enjoy looking at the chart of the United States on the day of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, which we call Independence Day.

On the day over 200 years ago, a tiny group of 56 men - representatives of the thirteen colonies mutually pledged to each other, their lives, fortunes and sacred honor.

Though astrologers and historians alike, will dispute the exact time that the Declaration of Independence was finally adopted, it is for certain that it was after lunch. A variety of surviving letters indicate it was in early evening, it was hot, and the flies had become pests.

I use the 2:21 pm chart rectified by Marc Penfield, and here it is for you to view.



This moon in this chart defines a nation that desires freedom, that will have unique and unusual families, and that will be a nation of properties that will cooperate together and be friendly to each other.

All of these statements are part of what our nation is about. We are one of the most unique countries in the world. Our families are mixtures of many cultures, completely different than the majority of countries around the world.

We are composed of independent states that cooperate seamlessly together, yet each is unique unto itself.

Pluto in the third house in Capricorn shows America thinks big, and works through idealistic international organizations or contacts. We empower them, we empower corporations, and we will struggle (Pluto opposed to Mercury in Cancer in the 9th) with international communication, often not appear as nurturing as we think we are. No doubt this is part of the reason we are often called 'The ugly Americans" by foreigners.

With Sun, Mercury and Jupiter in the ninth house, we are kings in the world of export/import. We rule the world through media, marketing, publishing, exports and imports.

With Jupiter ruling the 2nd house of money, conjunct the Sun, which rules the midheaven in this chart, we will be very successful with money and our position in the world will be seen as kings.

This chart is an amazing combination for a nation.

But at this moment, I just want to share the human factor of what happened once that document was adopted on that fateful day in 1776.

The 56 men who would ultimately sign the parchment would be hunted down by the British. Many lost their lives, their families and their fortunes.

Five were captured by the British tortured to death as traitors to the Crown.

Twelve had their homes destroyed, burnt to the ground.

Two lost their sons in the Revolutionary War.

Two lost their sons to capture by the British in the War.

Nine fought in the War and died from wounds or hardships.

So who were these men?

Twenty-Four were Lawyers.
Eleven were merchants.
Nine were farmers and plantation owners.

All were men well educated men of means.

Please take a moment today to think of these men, and their families, and all the sacrifices they made so that our nation - The United States of America - could be born.

Here, by State, are the names of the fifty six men who adopted and later signed the Declaration of Independence:

Delaware	• George Read	• Caesar Rodney
	• Thomas McKean
Pennsylvania	• George Clymer	• Benjamin Franklin
	• Robert Morris	• John Morton
	• Benjamin Rush	• George Ross
	• James Smith	• James Wilson
	• George Taylor
Massachusetts	• John Adams	• Samuel Adams
	• John Hancock	• Robert Treat Paine
	• Elbridge Gerry
New Hampshire	• Josiah Bartlett	• William Whipple
	• Matthew Thornton
Rhode Island	• Stephen Hopkins	• William Ellery
New York	• Lewis Morris	• Philip Livingston
	• Francis Lewis	• William Floyd
Georgia	• Button Gwinnett	• Lyman Hall
	• George Walton
Virginia	• Richard Henry Lee	• Francis Lightfoot Lee
	• Carter Braxton	• Benjamin Harrison
	• Thomas Jefferson	• George Wythe
	• Thomas Nelson, Jr.
North Carolina	• William Hooper	• John Penn
	• Joseph Hewes
South Carolina	• Edward Rutledge	• Arthur Middleton
	• Thomas Lynch, Jr.	• Thomas Heyward, Jr.
New Jersey	• Abraham Clark	• John Hart
	• Francis Hopkinson	• Richard Stockton
	• John Witherspoon
Connecticut	• Samuel Huntington	• Roger Sherman
	• William Williams	• Oliver Wolcott
Maryland	• Charles Carroll	• Samuel Chase
	• Thomas Stone	• William Paca

Summer Solstice - Cancer Ingress & America

June 21, 2009 – September 21, 2009


Americans back to work

We experience stress, and depression, as we reorganize, and realign with the American Dream

The President struggles to make change under the weight of heavy responsibilities, which include: war, unemployment and the decreasing health of the nation.




An opportunity to sign an international contract (treaty) is a balancing act for the president. The treaty has to do with imports, exports, and trading in international waters. It may involve petroleum, drugs, pharmaceuticals, fish, and even piracy. It looks like it may be a way to heal wounded friendships. There is public opposition or protest. It does not come from the people, but from corporate groups, like: bankers, mortgage brokers, makers of explosive materials, foreign investors, the congress, or may even come from a member of his cabinet.

A judgment, or public declaration from a judge, or Congress, calls for re-organization or re-assessment of the housing market, causing fluctuation in the economy.

The American people are going back to work. There is a new sense of security, and opportunity through government programs. Health care may be another area where there is opportunity to work and make money.

There is more spending going on during these three months, and the market is showiong signs of stabilizing.

Death - Love - Suicide - Visits From The Other Side

One of the greatest fears humans hold, is the fear of death. Though it is nothing more than another doorway to soul, the human mind, with help from culture, religion, media, etc, has made death into something much larger, something to be dreaded, and never discussed.

To understand what happens when we die, there are many excellent books available, a new one, written by Stephanie Riseley, Love From Both Sides – A True Story of Soul Survival and Sacred Sexuality,will give you a wonderful perspective. It is a down-to-earth account of loss and renewal. Stephanie brings death into focus, love into focus, and even suicide into clearer perspective. Written in an engaging style, you will instantly find yourself a part of Stephanie's life, and the amazing transformation she experiences after her husband dies.

Today, I had the pleasure to interview Stephanie about her profession as a hypnotherapist, and about her new book Love From Both Sides.

Hi Stephanie, my first question; one of your quotes that I found interesting is you married at the age of 42 after being as you called it, Terminally single.' Did you actually use that language before finding your husband? Or did you change it shortly before you connected.

‘Terminally single’ is just a phrase I used in Love From Both Sides – A True Story of Soul Survival and Sacred Sexuality. In reality when I was 42, I was too busy to worry about it.I was in UCLA’s graduate film school, surrounded by darling, sexy young men, (some of them successful now!), worked 20 hours a week in the production store, had another job with Eve Arden. I barely had time to eat, let alone date! What I did do, however, was organize a group of girlfriends and we used what would now be called “The Laws of Attraction” to visualize our best future. I called what we did “Goddess Ceremonies,” and I was Head Goddess. It was so fun! On the full moon, we’d head out to the beach, sit in a circle and conjure our best future. I would essentially put everyone in a state of focused concentration (hypnosis) and then each “goddess” would visualize and verbalize her “Perfect Day” while the rest of us sent the intentions soaring skyward. And amazingly so much as what we visualized came true!

I noticed that you are a certified hypnotherapist, a field that exposes threads of life and offers a solution to dissolve challenging subconscious trends. In your work have there been any clients who have had such incredible turn-abouts that they surprised you?

I have so many incredible turn abouts! I teach my clients how to reprogram their brains, and rid themselves of the negative self-talk and sabotaging behaviors and, because of that, everything in their lives changes for the better! I love what I do.
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Hypnotherapy opens the mind to all the powers of the subconscious, which I believe makes the hypnotherapist a prime candidate to hear and perhaps see dis-incarnate spirits. Did you have any experiences with beings not in physical bodies before your contacts with your husband?

Great question! Here’s exactly what happened to me directly from Love From Both Sides:

.... Dan’s dying was not my first experience with the “In Between.” I’d had others, but since I desperately wanted to be normal, I chose to ignore them.

My first happened when I was 19. I had pericarditis with bilateral lung effusions, or in English, the sack around my heart, the pericardium, got inflamed and both my lungs filled with fluid. As one doctor would say, “You’ve got a literally weeping heart. It’s actually very poetic.” Poetic perhaps, but it made it so painful to breathe that I couldn’t lie down flat.

My parents had no interest in my health or anything besides their own passionate dance of destruction; so consequently, I sat alone and upright in a darkened room for almost two weeks.

When one of my mother’s friends opened my door, looked in and saw me, it was almost too late. They rushed me to the hospital, but after the nurses got me settled into bed, I simply wanted “out.” I remember closing my eyes, and it felt as if my hands were holding onto a bar just overhead, then I simply let go. Like magic, I slid easily down toward a warm, amber light. I knew exactly what was happening; I was dying and I felt relieved. But then out of nowhere, something grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and yanked me back. It felt as if my body screamed, “Hey, wait just a damned minute! You’re nineteen. You may not want to live, but all of us hundred-twenty trillion cells do! So get a grip, Girl!”

As it turns out, according to “Dan,” it wasn’t just my body, it was my “over soul” and my “guides.” It didn’t matter to me who or what brought me back, because there I was, in searing pain, and knowing that I would live, which at the time was not good news.

That was in April of 1967, long before Elisabeth Kübler-Ross published her book on death and dying, so like many people, I kept that experience to myself. But it changed me; it gave me the courage to ignore the doctors who told me I had five years to live. So I had systemic lupus? So what? People got over worse things, and somehow I knew I’d get over this. The following March, I managed to get myself into UC Berkeley, which still amazes me, since I’d barely bothered to show up at Hollywood High. After three years in Berkeley, I moved to New York City to study acting. I lived there eleven years, moved back to LA for seven, then back to Berkeley to finish up my degree in 1988, so UCLA would be kind enough to let me into their graduate school of film.

In the twenty years in between, I flirted with the alternative world, but kept my distance. It seemed too flaky, airy-fairy and filled with far too many spiritually smug people. Although, to be honest, Jane Roberts’s channeled books, Seth Speaks and The Nature of Personal Reality changed my life. Her books not only gave me doable exercises that helped me heal my damaged body; they also gave me a dynamically different perspective on day-to-day living.

Looking back on it now, I was connected to the alternative realm whether I wanted to be or not. For instance, while I still lived in New York, I heard a man on the radio talk about past life regressions. So I sat right down, followed his instructions, and wham! I saw myself as a nun – an ugly, French nun – sitting in my little cell, writing, and looking out onto a beautiful garden. I knew the time period – late Middle Ages – I saw her life, but I didn’t take it seriously.

Besides, I was too busy supporting my acting addiction, so I drove a taxi weekend nights to pay for the acting, dancing and singing classes that went along with it. One snowy, slippery night, when I got home at three a.m., completely exhausted, I put Beethoven’s Ninth on the stereo and curled up on the couch to unwind. I was still in my twenties, so I sat there wondering: What was life all about? What was its purpose? To do good work? Be a success? Find happiness?

When suddenly my whole insides filled up with that same radiant, amber light. Only this time a voice – a distinctly male voice -- boomed out, “Life is to be loved.” Implicit in that message was the realization, the deep understanding, that life wasn’t to be figured out or fretted over (my own unending “inner monologue”) -- life was simply to be loved. Since I come from a background steeped in American Protestant self-denial, “life is to be loved” was real news to me. I thought life was simply to be suffered through. I assumed my ability to stoically withstand pain was the path to spiritual redemption. It’s the “Brownie Points in Heaven” view of reality that most good little Christian girls are taught.

Did the “Life is to be loved” message solve any problems? Did I pay attention? No, I had more important things to worry about. I studied acting with the amazing Stella Adler, and so I only asked the Big Questions, the questions that mattered -- What is Art? Truth? Beauty?

Life goes on (unless, of course, it doesn’t) and mine continued for years without any more nudges from the “In Between.” Then in June of 1988, my baby sister Gheri-Llynn committed suicide. She was eleven years younger and only twenty-nine. During her downward spiral into despair, I tried desperately to get her help. I finally managed to get her into UCLA’s Neuropsychiatric Institute (NPI), where I’d worked for four years, but all they could do was drug her into a shaky-handed stupidity. She hated how that made her feel and consequently, she was determined to do what she wanted. And she wanted “out.”

The month before she died, while I still lived in Berkeley, finishing off twenty-eight units of undergraduate work, Gheri-Llynn drove up to say good-bye. It was my birthday and she handed me a beautiful pair of blue teardrop earrings and said, “These stones are three million years old. Some things last and some things don’t.”

I’m five-foot-eight and she was just barely five-three; I grabbed her by the shoulders, looked down into her deep brown eyes and said, “Gheri-Llynn, if you do this, I will never forgive you. I swear, I will hunt you down in the afterlife. I’m serious. You cannot do this.” She looked away, hugged me and kissed me good-bye.

The night before I was due to drive back down to L.A., (where I was going to try to get more help for her) my father called at one a.m. All he said was, “Steph?” and I knew she was dead. I threw the phone across the room and started screaming, “My baby! My baby! My baby!” I screamed for five hours.

I drove back to Los Angeles and stayed in a friend’s guest house the next night. As I lay there in the stunned disbelief that goes along with death, I turned and looked through two tall French glass doors out into the darkness. Suddenly, amorphous, scary figures of black men began to sail through the doors toward me. One held a knife, the next one held a gun, the next a rope, but they evaporated just before they reached me. Each one looked so real, so threatening; they were very specific people. I knew they weren’t real -- I knew it, yet I didn’t know it.

I’m not afraid of black men. As I said, I drove a cab in New York City for seven years, and since I was just out of Berkeley, I drove with my belief system in tact. Which means that I was one of the few taxi drivers who would pick up black people – black men in particular -- and take them to more challenging areas of the city -- to Harlem, the South Bronx, Bed-Sty, East New York -- to the places where many African American people lived. And believe me, in the late ‘70s at the height of the drug epidemic, those were dangerous destinations. But I drove in and out of these places all the time, so fear of black men was not an issue for me.

Gheri-Llynn, on the other hand, had been raped by a black man. She was only twenty-one when he climbed through her bedroom window at three a.m., then he held a knife to her throat while he raped her.

As I continued to watch these flying black men, I wondered what the hell they could be. Since I did field research evaluating the incidence of mental illness in the population at large when I worked at NPI, I knew that one of the key indicators of schizophrenia was seeing things that aren’t there. I kept my eye on these black phantoms, these threatening men, trying to think clinically, unemotionally. “Well, this is interesting. This must be what it’s like to be crazy.” Until finally it hit me. I’d finally broken. I was crazy. Then I filled with fear. I would be like Lily Tomlin’s Trudy -- one of the crazy people who roam the streets, chatting to the phantoms who keep them company.

And that’s when the leaping stream of black men stopped. They simply evaporated.

Then Gheri-Llynn “came through.” In real life, she was a tiny, determined, fireball of energy with a wicked sense of humor, and it was Gheri-Llynn, all right. “Wow!This is nothing like what I expected. You were right, damn it! That was so stupid of me. Nothing to do about it now. But those black guys? I just needed you to experience my reality. I needed you to understand why I couldn’t go on living. I was too scared -- all the time.” This happened in a flash, not in words, but in images and feeling tones. I tried to ask her what the Other Side was like, but she couldn’t tell me. Too complicated, she said. This was all she could do now.

Then she wanted to be held. I was lying still, my arms at my sides, and yet it felt as if I held my chubby, cuddly three-year-old baby sister. I hugged her and she hugged me. My body filled to the brim with so much love that I felt throbbing love-tingles in my fingernails, and then she was gone. ....

I know anyone who has lost someone they love, parent, child, mate, sibling, friend, etc., wants to experience contact. They want the reassurance that they have not lost, and that life will continue. What would you like to share with them about how they can open up to that contact and how they can recognize it?

Everyone’s experience is different. For me? It took me four months of chest beating mourning, before Dan could “break through” the heaviness of painful emotion. Recognizing the different ways that “spirits” can communicate might be helpful.

According to many sources, spirits can turn lights on and off. According to medium Lisa Williams, for instance, spirits communicate though pennies – so look for pennies. Clocks break. When I think back on it, my watch broke immediately and so I was “compelled” to put on my newly dead husband’s watch, filled with his energy. When I started channeling, the energy came through the hand that his watch was on – my left. And what’s funny, or weird? This last May 9^th, which would have been Dan’s birthday, I could “feel” him near me – I knew he was around, because I missed him so much… again. And then everywhere I went, there were pennies all over! It was literally pennies from heaven! Isn’t that funny?

Though I know you reveal an amazing amount in your book Love From Both Sides, can you tell our audience what you feel was the most exciting moment of contact from your husband?

I’ll quote from Love From Both Sides again, because it was a moment that explained our entire relationship:

.... Dan urged me to keep reading Journey of Souls by Michael Newton, the hypnotherapist who regresses clients to recall their In Between memories. A few clients told him about the “making of objects,” (an In Between activity) and about the “hierarchy of souls” by colors. They said that “Baby Souls” are white. Then there’s a progression that goes from off-white with yellow or gold flecks, on to gold. Then gold with blue flecks or streaks, to blue with yellow flecks, then to pure blue. Then the blues go on to purples in the same sort of progression.
I read over these sections and wanted to see what Dan had to say.

Sunday, May 26, 2002 -- 8:30 p.m.

Dan the man here – you sweet thing. I had a busy day. The making of objects took almost all my attention – what you just read was no coincidence.

What color are you now?

White with flecks of yellow.

How about Enoch?

White with flecks of yellow. I am Enoch – Enoch is me. But that’s why I write “Dan the man.” It’s my Dan-ness you remember. It’s my Dan-ness you miss.

I began to cry, and when I cried, he couldn’t get through my emotion. I felt his annoyance.

Don’t cry.

It’s 5 months today, Dan. I still find it weird that 1) you’re gone and 2) you’re back. Of course, I doubt this every so often. And yet this is so real to me.

It’s real to me – but not at all weird. The weird thing seems to be your life now.

(All I did was go to work, go to yoga, and come home. Period.)

But as I said, your body is still in shock and that’s why you’re tired. But you’re in bed and that’s good.

Did you listen to those “History of Philosophy” tapes?

Some. Nietzsche was/is destructive garbage. Wish I’d never read him. Glad you didn’t.

The philosophers I think people on this plane think the most of are Emerson, Dostoyevsky and Blake.

Dostoyevsky especially – Prince Mishkin was always a favorite of mine and yours too. But I don’t think we ever discussed The Idiot.

That was so odd. Because he was right – I loved Dostoyevsky – I loved The Idiot, yet we’d never talked about it.

Take care.

Hey! Wait. Have you seen Bea?

Just at her arrival. She’s busy with Arch and Steve.
(Her husband and son.)

What color was she?

Yellow with flecks of blue – like you. You’re blue with flecks of yellow.

I could feel his energy pull back, as if his face scrunched up – just like in life when he had to admit I was right about something. I smiled.

Oh?
(Begrudgingly…)

Yes. You are more advanced than me. That’s why I had such a bad time adjusting. I “came in” with a teacher – you – then refused to be taught.

We both sat with that, and silently acknowledged how much that one sentence explained the dynamics of our relationship. In our life together, I felt compelled to share what I knew – what I had learned -- but he simply refused to listen. Since there was no fixing it now, I just sighed and changed the subject.

If I’ve been in training for 30 years, training for what?

To do the job of opening more the door of awareness.

And I do that with my book?

Yes.

Oh, great! I filled with frustration because I was having such a tough time writing it. First off, I was a screenwriter. What did I know about writing a book? Not one thing. Second, writing a book about sacred sex and marriage was a real challenge, considering I’d only recently discovered that my own marriage had almost killed me.

So I changed the subject again. ....

Through your experiences connecting with your husband from the other side, how have you changed?

Everything has changed! Nothing’s at all like it was. I now live in a completely magical universe where every moment is filled with joy – and appreciation! It’s what I teach my clients!

Are you now open to love again, or have you fallen in love again?

Oh, yes – I’m open to love but in a completely different way. I love everything now – I love my clients, I love my friends – I love the winds in the trees. But if you’re talking romantic love, I’ve changed there, too. I have no expectations about men, because I have so many male clients. Men are so fragile. But I appreciate what the universe offers in terms of physical closeness – and yes, I have someone who appreciates me.

Where do you see yourself five years from now?

If anyone had told me five years ago that I would be where I sit today, proprietor of my own business with a book published, I wouldn’t have believed them. I’m happier now than I’ve ever been in my life. So in the next five years, if I can just keep doing the work I’m meant to do, which is to help get the word out that death is not an ending. No one ever dies. Death is actually a beginning of sorts, or just another stop on the soul’s journey in learning how to love. And if I can do that, then when I die in this lifetime, I will have fulfilled my own purpose.

Is there anything else you want to share with our readers?

Enjoy your life now! Look at what brings you joy and go out and do it – that’s “soul work,” believe it or not!

Bless you all, and I hope you buy my book! You’ll like it – it’s fun, really! And if you have questions, write me: Stephanie @ StephanieRiseley.com

Love From Both Sides - A True Story of Soul Suvival and Sacred Sexuality
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Below you can listen to an excellent interview with Michael Newton, hypnotherapist and author of Journey of Souls. He will explain how, through work with clients, he discovered what people experience in death, and what they do after they die. If you listen and embrace what he says, you will never be afraid of death again.






Here is a segment from Seth Speaks regarding: death, dying, incarnations, astral travel, out of body experience, and life after death.



To listen to more of the Seth audio/video series click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m58P9t3PNEE&NR=1

Reincarnation - Time -

Can you reincarnate into the wrong time period?

One of my Tweeple pointed me to this question on a site called Unexplained Phenomena.

Though I attempted to answer the question there, for some reason it would not take, so I decided to post it here.

Here is the question that was asked:

I am curious to know if there is any such thing as an anomalous reincarnation?

I mean, someone coming back to the wrong life/period of time?

It's something I've wondered about for years and just some incidents today brought it to the forefront again, so I thought I'd ask.

The issue is with the human mind, and the way the question is constructed.

There are no mistakes in coming into a physical body.

Soul does not make mistakes.

And there is no time or space - this is a construct of the lower worlds, the physical being one of them.

Thus when you understand this, you will realize soul can enter anywhere in time.

There are no parameters. This is not easy for the physical mind to grasp because the mind will create many reasons why, in its linear environment that this is not possible. But that is only the mind's limitation based on the cultural/societal/and family environment.

Hope that helps. I have taught metaphysics since 1972, traveled the inner planes since childhood, and stopped by because my Twiend @paranominal asked me to.

Wishing each you every blessing of joy and success.

Michele Avanti
Twitter @tamoor