<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848</id><updated>2009-01-05T20:43:20.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a Suburban Psychic</title><subtitle type='html'>day-to-day stories of living as an intuitive-psychic-healer</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/tales_suburban_psychic.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-6925711451938396033</id><published>2009-01-05T18:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:43:20.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>why people turn to psychics in this economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/psychic-ringbell-770631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/psychic-ringbell-770625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CBS aired a snippet on one particular business seeing a boom in this uncertain economy....psychics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not surprising really. People have questions about their finances, career, job. People want guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But there's another factor, I believe. An actual psychic factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Many people who engage in psychic readings are themselves highly sensitive and in tune to psychic energy. Many individuals are highly empathic. As such, many of my clients are actually picking up on the vibe around them; energy of worry, fear, anxiousness as neighbors lose jobs and homes and media broadcasts negative news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It isn't just thoughts my clients are having, but sensations around them they are also experiencing. So there is a mix of looking for certainty in uncertain times and dealing with uncertainty around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For sure there are some psychics out there that breed on fear and even help create it. Just like there are lawyers, priests, doctors, etc that are unethical. But for sure a good psychic can definitely help, by helping you stay in your own skin, focus on your own purpose and see insightfully into your own blind spots. A good psychic can also help those of you who are highly empathic to not pick up other people's negativity. Here are a few tips I've discovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips for not picking up other people's negative/uncertain energy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get grounded.&lt;/strong&gt; If you are really connected to the earth and your own body, you are less in your head or energy around you. Walk. Dance. Yoga. Be barefoot. Rub your hands together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shake off. &lt;/strong&gt;If you know you are empathic or pickup on other people's emotions easily, then assume you may be carrying other people's stuff. Assume it. Make it part of your daily routine, like brushing your teeth, to shake off other people's energy. Literally, shake it off. Or stomp your feet (great one for when kids get home from school, too). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout or sing it off. &lt;/strong&gt;If you're bottling up other people's feelings, or your own, loud vocalization is fantastic for clearing. Give a big shout. Or 5 shouts. Say "HA!" Even pound your chest. You'll feel the release. One teacher I know says to do this and shout, "everybody else outta the pool." We are constantly exchanging energy with others. When we know it, we can deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send off. &lt;/strong&gt;Put your hand on your belly and say, "If this is not mine, leave. If it is someone else's, gently go back to them. If it is no longer needed, mulch back into the earth." This may sound a bit hokey, but try it. You'll be lighter. It is all intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check in. &lt;/strong&gt;Intentionally focus on your own life and own questions while holding your hand to your heart. Then notice what you feel in your own body. Do you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay in your own skin. &lt;/strong&gt;Don't get overly involved in someone else's emotional problems. You can help best when you are objective, neutral. You can be compassionate and still help. Or you can compassionately choose not to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do what you love. &lt;/strong&gt;Doing what you love puts you in heart space. When you are in your own heart and joy it is harder to pickup negativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be creative. &lt;/strong&gt;As a creative being, your mind needs to be creatively engaged. If it isn't, you just get all jumbled up in your head. Even organizing the closet is creative. It keeps you in your own space, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work with a psychic. &lt;/strong&gt;Get guidance on your questions. Get another view of your own blind spots. As you have clarity and get other perspectives on the energy going on, you can move forward more easily and release blocked energy. Often a good psychic will help you validate and refine your perceptions. This all clears negativity, too. I also offer energy work or will sometimes do a short energy tune-up at the beginning or end of a session just to help someone feel clear, more fully themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My son says it is possible to notice whether you are sensing something on the right side of the body (yours) or left side of the body (someone else's). It works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See: &lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2007/10/12-year-old-explains-how-to-disconnect.html"&gt;a 12 year old explains how to disconnect.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wonder how others stay clear of negativity. Always open to new ideas.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/6925711451938396033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=6925711451938396033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/6925711451938396033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/6925711451938396033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2009/01/why-people-turn-to-psychics-in-this.html' title='why people turn to psychics in this economy'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-3047175852967411815</id><published>2009-01-05T14:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:59:54.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the big "O" reading...when intuitive guidance delights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/o-778289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/o-778276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;one of my funniest readings ever...when intuitive guidance surprises and delights...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My client looked at me like a deer in headlights. Nervous. What would I tell her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I affirmed to myself my intention to be truthful, relevant, loving, serving her highest good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;...and how about some humor to make this easier for her!? Oh, did we get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What comes (excuse the pun) to me as guidance is "Orgasm".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Orgasm? What am I supposed to tell her about an orgasm? I wait for more guidance and nothing 'downloads.' So I start asking questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is there a conflict or concern about orgasms? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Am I supposed to teach her about having orgasms? Odd, I suppose I did say I'm willing to be of service and teaching about having orgasms could sure spread happiness, but not what I had in mind. lol. No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Am I just horny and this message is for me and not her? Laugh. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Breathe. More questions. Still nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;She's come to me for spiritual guidance and all I've got is orgasm. Can I do this work? I'm open to please have some specifics to help her!?! Breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Breathe. Same message. Orgasm. Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay. I know how this works. The message is for her, not me. Just say it. See what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Sometimes a client understands when I don't. Sometimes the rest of the message flows through once I start speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Well. I see a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(and as soon as I start talking, and trust the message and stop doubting myself, the rest flows like river) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh. I see. I see you leaving a job that didn't give you an orgasm. You just couldn't get the big O there. You thought it was the perfect job for you, but it was never satisifying. My guidance shows your perception is correct. This job will not be satisifying. It is wise to leave this job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The client cracks up! "Yes, I just resigned a couple days ago. I was feeling guilty about it, like there was something wrong with me because it was supposed to be the perfect job. But I was unhappy. Thanks for confirming my decision." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Deer in headlights gone and she's fully open now, too. Divine humor. Lovely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The reading goes on full of specific guidance about her life's purpose and patterns, talents and how to work with them, a new business opportunity, choices about having children and other critical and highly specific topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Half way through the reading....and my guidance is that it's time for "hard wood".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;All I can think about is the relationship to orgasm, ahem, and how 'how wood' is good. Oh my. Do I need sex or something? What is up with this message? Is this about sex? Am I missing something? Breathe. Yep. Just say it, Meredith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Hun. Not sure what this means, but I see it is time for hard wood, " I share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;She chuckles and tells me she totally knows what that means. And suddenly, I see more than sex and I say, "Oh. Me, too. I see you working with wood. Taking trees and shaping them into objects." She confirms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Yes, working with this wood is very good for you. In fact, it is your orgasm! WInk. Really. You can pour yourself into this. But I am getting the guidance that this is not for financial comfort, just the orgasm. Enjoy it. Keep the new business for prosperity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well, I learned to continue to ask for humor, along with the truth and service. And it is fun to be surprised and delighted in a reading. Just ask for it. Synchronicities and coincidences of humor and joy will find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let intuition be a delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/3047175852967411815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=3047175852967411815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3047175852967411815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3047175852967411815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2009/01/big-o-readingwhen-intuitive-guidance.html' title='the big &quot;O&quot; reading...when intuitive guidance delights'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-4792191414457237120</id><published>2008-12-18T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:30:22.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>antennas on standby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/antenna-756708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/antenna-756692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"So...like...are you picking stuff up now? Can you really turn being psychic on and off?" a friend asked me recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Antennas are down. But I'm on standby," I explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See, I don't want to be 'on' all the time, picking up things that aren't meant for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm in standby mode..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. if I'm needed, beep me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. if there's something I need, alert me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's how it works for me, at least at this point. I think I'd be zapped to a crisp any other way. I think I sometimes put the antenna down too much, as a way of keeping balance. Disconnect. Everybody outta my pool. My space. But that changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For sure, I'm continually exploring this concept of on-off and growing with it. The idea of antennas works for me for sure...as I picture there are various channels/frequencies that I can choose to tune into (and not tune into...it's a choice). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besides, I don't think people want to feel like I'm reading them, you know? If they are open, and it's important, the antennas will come off standby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ideal for me now is standby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/4792191414457237120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=4792191414457237120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/4792191414457237120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/4792191414457237120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/12/antennas-on-standby.html' title='antennas on standby'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-9044772165465403415</id><published>2008-12-16T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:23:52.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aspirations not dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/sunflower-smiling-751002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/sunflower-smiling-750983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been reading to my 14 year old son The Last Lecture, with a theme of achieving childhood dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The obvious mom question to Chad was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"So, what are your dreams?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Aspirations. Not dreams, Mom. I only have one really. To be happy.&lt;/strong&gt;" Chad is clear. "Well, it would be fantastic to run Nintendo, I suppose. Well, maybe not run it, but be the game idea person. Not the person doing the drawings, but the person supervising. The one with the ideas and people telling me how they &lt;em&gt;won't &lt;/em&gt;work. But they &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; work. That would be fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No need for me to coach. Just to learn. Know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is 'be happy' too simple, too vague? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Motto: aspire vs perspire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/9044772165465403415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=9044772165465403415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/9044772165465403415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/9044772165465403415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/12/aspirations-not-dreams.html' title='aspirations not dreams'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-2052584577124493389</id><published>2008-12-15T15:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:04:04.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sacred a$$hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/coyote-teeth-761952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/coyote-teeth-761945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You are comfortable with your guardian angel, but are you comfortable with your sacred asshole?!?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Funny guidance that came through for a client recently, eh!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You've come far on being okay with what is...accepting yourself...being in the moment...but you still judge the asshole. Don't. &lt;strong&gt;Be real.&lt;/strong&gt; Be honest. Be in your integrity. Be in the truth of your thoughts and feelings. Just allow your sacred asshole, Your Old Man Coyote Trickster, when the moment is right!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't we all do this? Self judging behaviors we don't like in ourself or others. Over controlling our emotions. Over riding our gut with oughtas. For example, we intellectually know that being angry doesn't much serve us, so we disown it. But not dealing with the anger and repressing it is actually worse. We need to face it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be aware of the anger, go into it. through is the way.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By digging into what is real, all parts of ourselves, our humanity, our ugliness, our beauty, our fear...embracing who we are...all of our selves...in this awareness, we can't help but naturally become more loving. Really. Sometimes tough love. But love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confession of an anti-asshole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Someone told me a couple years to act Latin. He'd rather I walk across the room and smack him a good one then hold it in. I don't really think he wanted me to smack him (&lt;em&gt;I tried it. It didn't work for either of us. Just saying.)&lt;/em&gt; He just wanted me to be in the moment, to be true. He was right. And, it was raw and ugly. But it was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your turn! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But like everything, don't take my word for it. Try it. Allow your sacred asshole when it comes up. And oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;share your stories to rid us all of our "too nice syndrome." Add a comment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto: Embrace your sacred a$$hole.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How's that for spiritual guidance.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/2052584577124493389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=2052584577124493389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2052584577124493389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2052584577124493389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/12/sacred-ahole.html' title='sacred a$$hole'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-1499799686437522908</id><published>2008-12-10T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:58:49.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>message delivery for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/group-fisheye-780942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/group-fisheye-780930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Out of the blue, at the end of a consultation, my client told me, "I want to participate in your upcoming workshop, honoring that you're moving more and more from individual work to group work. I know you'll do both, but just more group work. I think it would be good for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Really. Hmmm. What makes you say that I'll be doing more group work?" I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I don't know. Just feel it I guess. Right. And it makes sense, too, in terms of your time and making a living," he goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well. Interesting you should say that. Because I haven't in any way announced this, but I have been wondering and asking for guidance on this. Thanks for confirming it for me! It's time for more group teaching. Clearly you were bringing me the message. Besides helping me, thanks, this also validates your intuition is right on. Thanks for sharing," I beamed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sweet, eh, how the answers come to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto: Messages come to us from those who are open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/1499799686437522908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=1499799686437522908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/1499799686437522908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/1499799686437522908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/12/message-delivery-for-you.html' title='message delivery for you'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-3431518254308416987</id><published>2008-12-04T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:21:19.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>will timmy and eloise breakup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/breakup-770135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/breakup-770127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Driving to school today, my son tells me about 'another irony.' "I told friends yesterday that Clayton and Ashley would break up real soon. And everybody said there was no way because they were doing so well (after all...they've been going out a long time...a whole month!). And guess what. They broke up yesterday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Hmmm. So you knew."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;YEH. I knew. I don't know how. But I knew&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I always seem to get things like that&lt;/strong&gt;," he continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's how it works for me often, too. I just know. I know it as clear as I know my name. I just know. No logic. No reason. No evidence. But I know. It's called claircognizance (clear knowing) but whatever. It feels a lot like a thought, but it's not. If you pay attention, you will even begin to notice how that kind of 'knowing' is a different flavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He left the car by saying, "Well. Part of what I know is also that Timmy and Eloise will breakup within 2 weeks. We'll see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As I drive off, I recall Chad "informing" me months back that I really ought to breakup with some guys quicker. Once you know, you know. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Point of interest: middle schoolers teach me how to breakup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;UPDATE FROM CHAD. Yup. I called it. They broke up. No one else saw it coming and thought they had a really good relationship. But I called it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/3431518254308416987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=3431518254308416987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3431518254308416987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3431518254308416987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/12/will-timmy-and-eloise-breakup.html' title='will timmy and eloise breakup?'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-4153655499732678019</id><published>2008-11-26T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:21:08.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reeling in the real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/opposite_1-751769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/opposite_1-751763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Both are real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need space. I need connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want in. I want out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need ownership of my learning. I need guidance in my learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need rest. I need activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He treats me better than I could imagine. He doesn't treat me how I want to be treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am love. I am not love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am clear. I am confused. (or at least sometimes clearly confused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am patient. I am impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am critical. I am accepting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am a guardian angel. I am a b&amp;amp;tch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Both are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Both are real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I choose in the moment what to embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The confusion is when I need it to be one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The clarity is embracing it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And the only thing to do is to be me in this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"just show up," my teacher says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And that...I'm grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Motto: Love paradox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/4153655499732678019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=4153655499732678019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/4153655499732678019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/4153655499732678019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/11/reeling-in-real.html' title='reeling in the real'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-8575567404238641568</id><published>2008-11-18T10:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:37:50.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my name is bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/chad_drawing21-785867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/chad_drawing21-785862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"You can call me Bill," my son Chad tells his science teacher on the first day of 8th grade science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The teacher pauses. "Bill? Are you sure?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Yup. Call me Bill." Chad assures him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sensing something's off, the teacher asks the class if there is anyone who can confirm his name is Bill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When Chad tells me the story, he boasts, "Mom! You wouldn't believe it!! 3 people in the class raised their hands!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Bill is an unusual nickname for someone named Chad. Are you sure you want to be called Bill for the rest of the year, cuz I'll call you that if you want," his teacher jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I asked Chad why he did it, he told me, "Why not!? I mean, what's it going to hurt to be called Bill 2 hours a week for a year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Afterall, he didn't pick his own name, so why not try on a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;His dad was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; pleased. I laughed my head off. Chad requested I support him on back-to-school night. When I met the teacher I smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Chad's mom. You know, Bill. Thanks for letting him do this little social experiment with his name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Teacher was great. He didn't care. Told me he'd call him whatever he wanted and he wasn't disrupting anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Great attitude. Change your hair. Change your name. Change your clothes. Change your attitude. Try on something new. Yeah, Bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto: Shake it up a little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes. I drew that picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/8575567404238641568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=8575567404238641568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/8575567404238641568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/8575567404238641568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/11/my-name-is-bill.html' title='my name is bill'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-2380546453821396944</id><published>2008-11-17T15:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:15:29.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what clock did i create...comeon...be psychic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/chadsclock-781883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/chadsclock-781860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What clock did I create?" my son asked me of his shop (ahem, excuse me, technical education) project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Come on! Guess! Be psychic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oh. I dunno. I don't usually get stuff like that, sweets. I get more life lessons and stuff like that.&lt;/em&gt;" I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Oh, Momma. Yes, you do. Just guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Breath. "&lt;em&gt;Fire!"&lt;/em&gt; I said. (knowing most of the kids made footballs, seemed unlikely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Could be," he replied. "Guess again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fire!"&lt;/em&gt; I insisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Guess again," he replied again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay then. A campfire! A candle with a flame! A ball of fire! Red. Golden?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Yup," he admits with a chuckle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Really? Ha! Fun! What exactly is the wood clock you made?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"A comet! It's a red ball of fire. haha, Mom! Told you that you do see things like that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto: Play psychic games. Be surprised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/2380546453821396944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=2380546453821396944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2380546453821396944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2380546453821396944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/11/what-clock-did-i-createcomeonbe-psychic.html' title='what clock did i create...comeon...be psychic'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-2627872435369740151</id><published>2008-11-17T15:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:42:33.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that leaf left his family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/leaf-753146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/leaf-753144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recall my son's younger days, when a walk by a tree's falling leaves in the autumn drew the empathic remark, "Ohhh. Look. That leaf left his family." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Such connection with the natural world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember showing him the water crystals work of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Messages-Water-Masaru-Emoto/dp/0743289803/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218120745&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr Masuro Emoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (the effects of words and intentions on water) which drew a remarkably different response from adults than from him. &lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/emoto-loveandappreciation-780269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/emoto-loveandappreciation-780266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adults logical comments were: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--has this experiment been successfully replicated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--interesting implications if humans are 70% water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--how did he take pictures of water crystals? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--is this true of snow flakes? etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My son's response: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--"I feel sorry for that water." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--"Why would someone write hate?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--"Of course the water would not like it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I look for proof. My son knows&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/crystal-children-740038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/crystal-children-740035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Several stories about the nature of highly intuitive children are captured in Doreen Virtue's book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crystal-Children-Doreen-Virtue/dp/1401902294/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218121137&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crystal Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I met Doreen and we spoke of my son and I sent her a few stories that she included in the book. In fact, my mom heard her speak once and she told a couple of my son's stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto: Notice children notice simple truths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/2627872435369740151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=2627872435369740151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2627872435369740151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2627872435369740151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/11/that-leaf-left-his-family.html' title='that leaf left his family'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-2847013689116656034</id><published>2008-10-24T14:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:48:43.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>get outta my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/musicnotes_neon2-715579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/musicnotes_neon2-715573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I often sing a silly song to my dog to the tune of Spiderpig, ahem, I mean Spiderman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kodiak, Kodiak, does whatever a Kodiak does. Looks so cute. What a hoot. Lookout, here comes the Kodiak".... and so on, bathroom humor removed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The other day I started singing it to the tune of Jesus Christ Superstar, without realizing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Kodiak, Cute-iak, cuddly, happy, licky, love me, fur attack. Kodiak, maniac...and so on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I hear..."WHY ARE YOU SINGING THAT!? THAT'S NOT THE SAME TUNE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Uh, dunno," I smartly replied. "Was it different? I can make up whatever studid song to whatever stupid tune."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NO WAY. I'VE BEEN HUMMING THAT....IN MY HEAD....NOT OUT LOUD. GET OUTTA MY HEAD, GOOF!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha. We laughed. I was tempted to tease with what else I know...but truth is, I had no idea I was doing it. Lately I've been playing a little day-to-day-be-psychic game. That's what I got. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto as of late: Love me, love me, ruff, ruff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/2847013689116656034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=2847013689116656034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2847013689116656034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2847013689116656034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/10/get-outta-my-head.html' title='get outta my head'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-1898540884526396302</id><published>2008-08-07T09:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:53:56.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you happen to be a genetic scientist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"How will my husband do with a move?" I'm asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Hmmm. Seems like his work opportunities wouldn't really be satisfying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's kinda like this example..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/dna-732430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/dna-732427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A genetic scientist could be working on the whole genome or a chromosome. He's currently doing more big picture, whole genome, many variables. But he'd like to work on a focused topic, like a single chromosome, one genetic issue. And that opportunity for focusing exists here, not if you move. He'd be giving up the type of work and problems that satisfy him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The consultation continues on various topics. As the client is leaving, she turns around and says, "Oh. By the way, my husband IS a genetic scientist." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tee, hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I knew it was a helpful example, but I didn't even know it was that literal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;AND...to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Last week I was consulting with someone and told that story as an example of how intuition can work. Intend...then notice what you notice and share. Sometimes it can feel like a very clear thought. The story seemed useful, but a bit out of place...as if a different story would be better for her, but ahhh, I get what I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The next client sat down. I asked how he heard about me. "My wife," he says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And immediately, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Ahhhh, you don't happen to be a genetic scientist, do you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"That's me. Seems you may have some information for me, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Double tee, hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;OH, AND....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As we're consulting, I'm aware of some personal noise I accumulated from someone who frequently told me scientists won't get this kind of thing. They need proof. Even though I know to share freely, I'm hearing his voice track a few times, breathing, releasing it and just doing what I do. The scientist listened and asked intently. I shared like I would with any client. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then I noticed a pattern I've seen. Sometimes (not always), highly 'in tune' people get messages that are more breadcrumbs and guidance on how to proceed, not the laid out answer. And he's getting the breadcrumbs. Ah, ha. Perhaps this scientist is highly in tune. Personal noise, down boy! Breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then, upon leaving, the scientist smiles, gives me a knowing wink, and says, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"It's always nice to get spiritual guidance." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Motto: Just do what you do. Some will like it, some won't. Whatev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/1898540884526396302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=1898540884526396302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/1898540884526396302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/1898540884526396302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/08/do-you-happen-to-be-genetic-scientist.html' title='do you happen to be a genetic scientist?'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-7256923933712177301</id><published>2008-07-29T12:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:02:24.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1,291,928,083 choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/clocks-763211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/clocks-763197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm approximately 1,291,928,083 seconds old. (you do the math)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each second I choose how to spend my time. A billion choices of what I do, what I think about, how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Interesting. I spent the last 4 days unplugging. Time to myself. Realized I need to reel in some plans right now and move a little more day to day, step by step. At least for now. But while staying focused on my goals. Just not so focused on the plan. Then I can choose in each moment steps that move towards my goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right now, those steps are Rest. As soon as I start to do anything else, my inner tuning pulls me back to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, okay. I put down the paintbrush. I put down the box. I turned off the phone. I picked up the wine glass. And a book. Hugged my son. Hammock time. I like this second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto: In this second.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/7256923933712177301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=7256923933712177301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/7256923933712177301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/7256923933712177301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/07/1291928083-choices.html' title='1,291,928,083 choices'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-7060969849116643226</id><published>2008-07-26T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:55:04.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't argue with reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't argue with reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love what is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/7060969849116643226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=7060969849116643226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/7060969849116643226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/7060969849116643226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/07/dont-argue-with-reality.html' title='don&apos;t argue with reality'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-2414325556390875998</id><published>2008-07-21T16:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:56:31.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in moments of doubt, how the answers flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/confusion-circles2-783973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/confusion-circles2-783961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What am I doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Am I actually truly helping anyone?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Is psychic a distraction from the real inner work of conscious development?" (it can be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And in those brief moments, all my thousands of moments of magic and beauty seem so far away. All the validation. All the proof. All of it vanishes for a moment, or hour, or day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then, without fail...An email, or a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Meredith, I just want you to know I read the blog you wrote about me everyday. You've helped me SOOOO much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Meredith. Whenever I take a workshop with you I am so much more open and everything starts flowing. Everything seems so much clearer. I'm so thankful!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, oh timing. What a gift. How the answers to my questions flood back to me still amazes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the years go on, my heart expands and I see so much beauty and courage of the human spirit. And I see so much more suffering and pain. I feel both more intensely. I like it that way. And I wonder how else I can make a difference, in my own life and the lives of others. And even though I don't operate on feedback, having some now and then still helps churn the engine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/2414325556390875998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=2414325556390875998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2414325556390875998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/2414325556390875998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/07/in-moments-of-doubt-how-answers-flow.html' title='in moments of doubt, how the answers flow'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-3901846453081411704</id><published>2008-07-09T14:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:10:47.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>easy :: not so easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/path-fuzzy-798321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/path-fuzzy-798298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning to get intuitions. EASY.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Decide you want intuitive guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It will find you. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notice what you notice and follow it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really that simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning to live true to yourself always. NOT SO EASY.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Intuitive guidance ultimately connects you to mind-body-spirit balance. Oh, balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're conscious and you're following the guidance, it will lead you to what you need. Not always what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reorganizing your life to fit the ways you are changing on the inside. Challenging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reorganizing your mind. Whoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Making your emotions more intelligent. Whoooaaaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dark night of the soul period. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simplifying your life. Not always so simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto as of late: There's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/3901846453081411704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=3901846453081411704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3901846453081411704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3901846453081411704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/07/easy-not-so-easy.html' title='easy :: not so easy'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-3992886354004796058</id><published>2008-06-26T13:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:29:40.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just dance - love this video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/matt-732223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/matt-732221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just dance. Even dance badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Check out Where the Hell is Matt? Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1211060"&gt;http://www.vimeo.com/1211060&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're thinking of job changing or life changing, you may want to hear Matt talk about his decision in the videos at the bottom of the this page About Matt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wherethehellismatt.com/about.shtml"&gt;http://wherethehellismatt.com/about.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Motta as of late: Do what you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/3992886354004796058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=3992886354004796058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3992886354004796058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3992886354004796058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/06/just-dance-love-this-video.html' title='just dance - love this video!'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-8927509661871272423</id><published>2008-06-25T12:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:36:52.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manifestation'/><title type='text'>it comes in a form that you aren't expecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/oops-feet-722313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/oops-feet-722290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In keeping with my son's, and my, realization that it is good for me to be able to receive help more easily, I sat yesterday and sent out energy on my willingness to exchange energy around certain types of help I give freely (like ways I've helped people learn) and certain types of help I could use right now. I considered some possible forms of the assistance and just trusted I'd be surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, was I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday I received a call from a dear friend who came right out and offered the type of help I need. And even mentioned how I helped him learn. Funny. And.....I said, &lt;strong&gt;"Oh, no. But thanks anyway."&lt;/strong&gt; Change subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And yesterday, I received another call from a family member who came right out and said, "What can I do to help?" And I said, &lt;strong&gt;"Nothing. But thanks anyway."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And neither time did I even realize what I'd done until later talking with my mom on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;DOUBLE DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both forms of help weren't really in the form I wanted.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But probably exactly in the form I needed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And only partially in the physical need sense. More in the "spiritual need" sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jury is still out on whether it's enough to notice how easily these people, both with lots of psychic sense though neither would describe it that way, connected and tuned in with me. I'm full of gratitude and tickled at what happened. Or do I have to actually receive the help. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto as of late: Duh, duh, duh, duhhhhhh.....duh, duh, duh, duhhhhhhh....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/8927509661871272423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=8927509661871272423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/8927509661871272423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/8927509661871272423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/06/it-comes-in-form-that-you-arent.html' title='it comes in a form that you aren&apos;t expecting'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-8319405170479419651</id><published>2008-06-17T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:22:01.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as a kid i 'just knew it'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/055-meredith-tree-789306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/055-meredith-tree-788868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing a bunch of house cleaning/clearing and lightening the load. Came across a folder with old notes and cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Several times I saw comments I wrote to others, such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I just KNEW it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I just KNEW it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I don't know where I got these notecards. They were just in my desk. They just appeared. But aren't they cute!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"I just KNEW it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Worth a giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Still pitched the folder and a dozen other bags of old stuff I just don't need anymore. As sweet as the giggle was, it isn't worth the weight or space of that folder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto as of late: Travel lightly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/8319405170479419651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=8319405170479419651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/8319405170479419651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/8319405170479419651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/06/as-kid-i-just-knew-it.html' title='as a kid i &apos;just knew it&apos;'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-3205577608220170601</id><published>2008-06-12T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:53:08.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it'll happen this september</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/pushpins-768373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/pushpins-768351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't think the person you're with is someone you'll be happy with long-term. I see you meeting a guy you'll marry in October and he is blah, blah, blah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Yes. I do believe you will be able to have children. Though with the assistance of in-vitro, not naturally. It'll happen in September. I see 9's. Yup. This September."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Specific. Way specific.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Seems like it's possible this relationship could work out happily in the end. But right now it's undetermined. You need to center on you and your needs and just put them out there and see how he responds. Then you'll know. Oh, and stop nagging him. Instead, _____. He feels beat up and picked on by you and also others. He's tired and exhausted. There is some good energy in this relationship and potential though. You've put a lot of emotional investment into this, right? Well don't give up yet. Recenter. Lay off. In 2-4 weeks, put your needs out there and see what happens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh, very different kind of specific.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I get what I get. I'm just a messenger. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/3205577608220170601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=3205577608220170601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3205577608220170601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3205577608220170601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/06/itll-happen-this-september.html' title='it&apos;ll happen this september'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-712724927027405420</id><published>2008-06-12T16:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:55:46.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychic timing'/><title type='text'>they're both right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/truth-794694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/truth-794690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A client is working out some intricacies of intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why did my vibes say to date him and that this is good?" And "Why did my vibes say he isn't right for me?" I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHH...but they were both right. Nice job.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was good to date him. MUCH came from the experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's good to not date him forever. For many of the reasons she intuited and experienced, he isn't a good long-term match for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Start thinking of vibes as getting information about the essence of a situation, self, person. Then use the information to make a decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stop thinking of it as getting the RIGHT answer. Stop waiting to be told what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just need to know what you need to know for right now. No more. No less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto as of late: For now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/712724927027405420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=712724927027405420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/712724927027405420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/712724927027405420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/06/theyre-both-rightstop-looking-for-right.html' title='they&apos;re both right'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-669335179615769737</id><published>2008-06-12T16:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:57:35.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>timing for no alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/wine-spill-722968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/wine-spill-722960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Years ago another intuitive person and I had 'weird vibes' about her husband and alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Doesn't seem like an alcoholic?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But what is it? She thought something was wrong. My intuition confirmed. But vaguely. Something isn't right there. Not really sure what. Keep an eye out for him and alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well...years become now and turns out his body is completely rejecting any alcohol at all. Psychotic reaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Bummer. But at least he loooovvveees icecream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Timing. Timing. Timing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motto as of late: For now. (We know when we're supposed to know.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/669335179615769737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=669335179615769737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/669335179615769737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/669335179615769737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/06/timing-for-no-alcohol.html' title='timing for no alcohol'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-8112311837305823634</id><published>2008-06-11T09:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:00:27.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>now reactions are more subtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/water-in-hand-779937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/uploaded_images/water-in-hand-779928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was hanging around with someone who did a little freak out. Got all blue. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Me would have responded intensely: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's wrong? Are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What'd I do? Did I do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can I do? How can I fix it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What does this mean? Is this a sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope everything's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel better?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Etc....for minutes, hours, days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now Me did subtly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahhh. Pretty lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It passed. All that was needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/8112311837305823634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=8112311837305823634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/8112311837305823634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/8112311837305823634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/06/now-reactions-are-more-subtle.html' title='now reactions are more subtle'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238696788809948848.post-3929483302917111593</id><published>2008-06-11T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:01:38.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synchronicity'/><title type='text'>no coincidences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My client comes really early for no reason, some reason. I could go eat as planned now, or go ahead and work with her now then go eat. I'll go eat after. Feels right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm introduced to another regular customer at counter while ordering. We briefly chat about how fantastic the owners are and how we love this place, Steam Cafe (17th and R, NW). He asks what I do. I tell him I'm an intuitive. He says, "No wonder. It's the energy here. You get it." Smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We chat briefly. Turns out he teaches the I Ching. I've always wanted to learn that. He says, "You know, no coincidences. Just meant to meet." Right on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then he mentions out loud, "I'm going to move here now. Need an apartment." And the owner says, "Why, I have an apartment for you. Just available now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Voila. When you're really vibing, what you need often comes right to you. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/3929483302917111593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=238696788809948848&amp;postID=3929483302917111593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3929483302917111593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238696788809948848/posts/default/3929483302917111593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.sparkintuition.com/blog/2008/06/no-coincidences.html' title='no coincidences'/><author><name>Meredith Self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14209263663600610674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>