Hi, it's Marilyn Fuller again - nurse and life coach.

I received in my mailbox a newspaper: "The Epoch Times" - E-p-o-c-h. I'm really intrigued with this newspaper - it's more like a Scientific American. And the subject I'm going to talk to you about today is why are you so vitamin D deficient?

And because a statistical error has reduced our daily requirement dose of the sunshine vitamin, to our detriment, don't go to your primary [physician], who will get a blood level test, because they're inaccurate.

When something is bothering me, I mean really bothering me, I say, "Please bless my thoughts."

I stay with the intention for about 20 seconds, letting it do its miracle, seeing the thoughts become a misty fog - clearing, clearing, cleared. My mind feels absolutely clear, sort of illuminated, as if that is the way it was meant to be. It's like the thoughts were literally vaporized by the sheer and total benevolence of Spirit. If you don't like the word "bless", you can say, "Please harmonize my thoughts." It works just as well.

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When I hear of people in need, whether family, friends, or someplace in the world, I imagine holding my hands open, palms facing away, with light, illumination pouring out.

Every cell of my body is generating this light, from within my trillions of molecules of DNA.

I offer illumination energy to whoever, whatever, wherever needs to use it in any way they want.

I love to hear the sound of trickling water.

I go to garden shops and stand in front of trickling fountains.

At the Beardsley Zoo, the greenhouse has Koi fish in a pond with trickling water.

We’d go to Saint Margaret’s Shrine. I was always drawn to the statues, and in particular to a large three tiered fountain with trickling water.

At our nearby park there is a small stream that cascades sparkling water over a small waterfall to a pond.

It seemed like it would be our ordinary 30 minute walk around our neighborhood, the same route, like every other day – but far from it this day.

First, as we approached a corner, we suddenly noticed a huge turkey vulture sitting on top of a telephone pole with its back away from us.

It was completely unfazed as we stood there for a few minutes admiring this unusual, beautiful sight.

But nothing prepared us for what we were about to come upon in the next few minutes.

I hold open a space for good things to come to me today,

Things that make me smile and remember being a young child,

Where everything was enchanted and unknown,

Like a forest unexplored,

Yet with paths here and there, and beyond.

I invite good surprise into this day today.

I declare I am awake to the hidden world that’s woven into the world we see,

Where my intuition is strong, alert, and deep,

Where I sense the meaning in the smallest of things – a feather on the ground,

And every sign you leave for me.

Introduction

This is my story about my parents’ divorce.
Then I thought about other people going through difficult times when things don’t look the same anymore.
And what do you do to get yourself back to normalcy?

   The actual song itself is available only in spoken form, as requested by Philip.

Introduction by Phil

Many years ago, a co-worker of mine said that his mission in life was to great as rich as possible, and would often tell us what big deal he was working on at the time. This song is dedicated to him, and “no”, I don’t know if he ever got rich.

   The actual song itself is available only in spoken form, as requested by Philip.

Travel for the masses is one of the benefits of living in the 21st century. While it has a few drawbacks, travel brings so many benefits that they easily outweigh the negatives.

For some, travel means just having a good time but there are so many other things to be gained beyond rest and recreation. And of course, it's not an either/or situation: one can easily combine all of the advantages of travel into one trip.

Hi, my name is Reet, and this is my story called “The Value of Money.”

Hello, everyone. I have a story to share with you today. It is a personal story about my very early years, around actually 4 years old.

Growing up in a small town named Stratford, one of my earliest memories was being allowed to walk, myself, to a nearby grocery store, about 400 feet from our doorstep.

I had all my pennies and a couple nickels saved in my piggy bank.