<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:30:40.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEANING of LIFE -</title><subtitle type='html'>CLICK ON - ''VIEW MY COMPLETE PROFILE - [BELOW]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-8320099149531903553</id><published>2011-12-10T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:30:03.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVING FACE vs.TELLING the TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wsFaoR6IJI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8wsFaoR6IJI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-8320099149531903553?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/8320099149531903553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=8320099149531903553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/8320099149531903553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/8320099149531903553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2011/12/saving-face-vstelling-truth_536.html' title='SAVING FACE vs.TELLING the TRUTH'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-8345071536862189302</id><published>2011-12-08T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T05:44:40.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The CAB RIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;--- I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked. ‘’Just a minutes,’’ answered a frail elderly voice. I could hear something dragged across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---After a long pause the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like someone out of a 1940’s movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked like no one lived there for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---There were no clocks on the walls or knicknacks and utensils on the counter. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘’Would you carry my bag out to the car,’’ she asked. I took the suitcase to the car and returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly to the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘’It’s nothing,’’ I told her. ‘’I try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---’’Oh, you’re such a good boy,’’ she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then she asked, ‘’could we drive through downtown.’’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---’’It’s not the shortest way…’’ I answered quickly…but she said, ‘’I don’t mind. I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes wwere glistening. ‘’I have no family left. The doctor said I don’t have very long.’’ I reached over and shut off the meter. ‘’What route would you like me to take?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---For the next two hours we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she once worked as an elevator operator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Sometimes she would have me slow in front of a particular building or corner would sit staring into the darkness saying nothing. At the first sign of sun creasing the darkness, she suddenly said, ‘’let’s go now. I’m getting tired.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Two orderlies came out as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. She was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘’How much do I owe you,’’ she asked reaching into her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---’’Nothing,’’ I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---’’You have to make a living,’’ she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---’’There are other passengers,’’ I responded. Almost without thinking I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---’’You gave a little old woman a moment of joy,’’ she said. ‘’Thank you.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I squeezed her hand and walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, I heard a door shut. It was the sound of a closing of a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I didn’t pick up anymore passengers that shift…I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of the day I could hardly talk. What if the woman got an angry driver or one impatient to end his shift. What I refused to take the trip or honked once and drove away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---On a quick review…I don’t think I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But, great moments catch us unaware beautifully wrapped in what people would call a small moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-8345071536862189302?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/8345071536862189302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=8345071536862189302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/8345071536862189302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/8345071536862189302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2011/12/cab-ride.html' title='The CAB RIDE'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-3308469308480112920</id><published>2011-12-07T22:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:19:55.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>''The DOORS ARE INSIDE'' - The ''STROKE'' GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MZbcAsCqYpo?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-3308469308480112920?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/3308469308480112920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=3308469308480112920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/3308469308480112920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/3308469308480112920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2011/12/doors-are-inside-stroke-guy_7586.html' title='&apos;&apos;The DOORS ARE INSIDE&apos;&apos; - The &apos;&apos;STROKE&apos;&apos; GUY'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MZbcAsCqYpo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-3111143711908846312</id><published>2011-12-05T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:32:58.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCCUPY The SELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 22pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;Occupying the SELF&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;---A &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;natural &lt;/i&gt;offshoot of the Occupy movement seems to eventually be that we learn to occupy the self. Through the occupy movement as it now stands, we see a movement toward the occupiers themselves becoming more aware of their own needs and preferences. Each citizen is discovering who he is…and THAT is very valuable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;---Though there will be some who only scratch the surface of who they really are…and STOP! There will be others who will glimpse what is contained within. They will find the greatness that is in there…and be changed by it all. They will realize that they have stumbled upon their true home and as quick as you know…they will move in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;---They will recognize that all is contained within and it is preferable to stay there. You are able to negotiate a way to bring your home with you wherever you go. You can live your life from an optimal spot and real living has transformed itself as being your life. CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-3111143711908846312?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/3111143711908846312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=3111143711908846312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/3111143711908846312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/3111143711908846312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2011/12/occupy-self.html' title='OCCUPY The SELF'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-115482098919965672</id><published>2010-08-05T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:51:04.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNCONDITIONAL LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SCdgsrOA8qI/AAAAAAAABm0/jEJ11D6rolU/s1600-h/scan0002+-+Copy.jpgAA.jpgA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199230615454544546" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SCdgsrOA8qI/AAAAAAAABm0/jEJ11D6rolU/s200/scan0002+-+Copy.jpgAA.jpgA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Edging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---What is Unconditional Love? It is Love with no conditions. You are Loved as you are. There is Nothing one has to do to ''earn'' this Love. One is simply Loved as he or she is. One can even say, one is Accepted and Acceptable, because one is. This is a true statement and doesn't take anything into account, as that would be a condition. Everything I have written is A FACT. One doesn't need an accompanying FEELING for this to be TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;---This kind of Love is attributed to God or something that does not judge you. It is the kind of Love that Loves you and who you are and sees what you may have done as something you are working on [the details if you will].&lt;br /&gt;---We ALL fall into this category, and are Loved Unconditonally. We are always Loved Unconditionally. Everyone else is Loved Unconditionally. There is no one that falls outside of this. That is the way it is. Here is the ''rub.'' We can ''feel'' we are outside of this Love.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---LOVE SHINES---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---As an analogy, to make this clear, we will think of the Sun shining. It is a sunny day. Now we can choose to be in the sunshine or not. We can go behind a tree, go inside, etc. Somewhere the sun is not shining. We can get out of the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;---It is the same with Love. We can be where the Love is or go to places where we can not see the Love shine. It must be noted here that the Love, like the sun, may be shining, but we have ''CHOSEN'' not to be in it. We also CANNOT ''BLAME'' the sun for not giving us a tan if we are not in it. If we spend our time in the shade, we cut down on the amount of the sun we experience. We must also understand that the Love shines everywhere, it is us who can or cannot see ''IT'' in All situations and circumstances. Learning the ways of Love reaps benefits.&lt;br /&gt;---Many of us seem to have given this Unconditional Love some kind of personality that we have projected on ''IT'' and then we think ''IT'' doesn't Love us or even Like us very much. This is not True. It is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ALL About LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;I think we have to learn to de-personalitize this Unconditional Love for us to see It in All its Glory. I read somewhere,''get to Know Yourself and you will get to know what God is All about.'' &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God Is LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;I find that the more I understand myself, the easier it is to see the difference between the Ego and God. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E-dging G-od O-ut.&lt;/span&gt; Be Well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-115482098919965672?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/115482098919965672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=115482098919965672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115482098919965672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115482098919965672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2006/08/unconditional-love.html' title='UNCONDITIONAL LOVE'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SCdgsrOA8qI/AAAAAAAABm0/jEJ11D6rolU/s72-c/scan0002+-+Copy.jpgAA.jpgA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-4555009860262617243</id><published>2010-07-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T07:44:48.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STAND BY ME - A Great Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;---A BEAUTIFUL VIDEO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-4555009860262617243?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/4555009860262617243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=4555009860262617243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4555009860262617243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4555009860262617243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2010/07/stand-by-me-great-video.html' title='STAND BY ME - A Great Video'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-7309596848992600853</id><published>2010-04-11T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:59:09.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BE LOVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S8J-AcoV0wI/AAAAAAAADHs/hWBTbVMqAPg/s1600/warningsignHG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459064244476957442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S8J-AcoV0wI/AAAAAAAADHs/hWBTbVMqAPg/s320/warningsignHG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---My Personal Philosophy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-7309596848992600853?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/7309596848992600853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=7309596848992600853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/7309596848992600853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/7309596848992600853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-loving.html' title='BE LOVING'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/S8J-AcoV0wI/AAAAAAAADHs/hWBTbVMqAPg/s72-c/warningsignHG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-9219697449414529323</id><published>2009-07-25T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:36:56.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In COMMON  With ALL -</title><content type='html'>---The following applies to &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE,&lt;/strong&gt; whether they are a resident, staff, butcher, baker or candlestickmaker. No matter where you are in &lt;strong&gt;LIFE. &lt;/strong&gt;The following applies to &lt;strong&gt;YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We ALL want to be heard + taken seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We ALL want to do what we enjoy doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---Until the first point is satisfied, we may never find what we truly enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-9219697449414529323?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/9219697449414529323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=9219697449414529323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/9219697449414529323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/9219697449414529323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-we-all-look-for.html' title='In COMMON  With ALL -'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-115482219816233443</id><published>2009-06-05T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:14:18.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The - ''ICEBERGs''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbuj9xU57YI/AAAAAAAAACY/IKcESCtfuhY/s1600-h/iceberg_tabular_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024790090870287746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbuj9xU57YI/AAAAAAAAACY/IKcESCtfuhY/s200/iceberg_tabular_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The ICEBERGs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---We view Icebergs floating in the water, probably an ocean and very cold. The icebergs collect more ice and becomes more massive the colder the water. The opposite is true as the water becomes warmer.&lt;br /&gt;---We see that each ''iceberg'' is different, having its own shape, size, height, depth, weight etc. We see that each iceberg can really be distinguished from the other.&lt;br /&gt;---We are like ''Icebergs.'' We have different charactaristics. But, each ''iceberg'' is really only WATER. That is the Life Principle. It is the Love Energy, the Creative Principle, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;---We are ALL made of the same stuff, just proportioned, differently. The LOVE Energy, just as the water in the ''iceberg,'' is The Prime Mover. That which we call God, is definitely The Love ''WITHIN'' His or Its own CREATION. '''It is closer than our hands and feet.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;In This Analogy - ''We Are The Icebergs, LOVE (GOD) Is The Water.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-115482219816233443?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/115482219816233443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=115482219816233443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115482219816233443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115482219816233443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2006/08/icebergs.html' title='The - &apos;&apos;ICEBERGs&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbuj9xU57YI/AAAAAAAAACY/IKcESCtfuhY/s72-c/iceberg_tabular_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-6519964032682809783</id><published>2008-08-31T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:13:48.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The LOVE MOVIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SLyC-I2eyyI/AAAAAAAAB0k/jIKomiV9yDc/s1600-h/8823-001-16-1052.jpgaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241208070391909154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SLyC-I2eyyI/AAAAAAAAB0k/jIKomiV9yDc/s200/8823-001-16-1052.jpgaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelovemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.thelovemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE is best felt and experienced when...we are of an ACCEPTING Heart and Mind!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---Just as a radiator warms ALL, by ACCEPTING ALL, who come into its presence. It doesn't question where you came from. That is the ''impersonal'' quality...that it has. It doesn't care where you came from or what you're doing here. If you are in its presence, it will warm you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-6519964032682809783?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/6519964032682809783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=6519964032682809783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/6519964032682809783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/6519964032682809783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-movie.html' title='The LOVE MOVIE'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SLyC-I2eyyI/AAAAAAAAB0k/jIKomiV9yDc/s72-c/8823-001-16-1052.jpgaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-4105086040479373123</id><published>2008-07-22T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:26:08.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE is IMPERSONAL -</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398906430598014498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SuzEy0Nd5iI/AAAAAAAACsk/QGvxhSilif0/s200/largeimage_b8844a7910d54e409373c9d80e2e213c.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE is ''IMPERSONAL''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pairs of Opposites&lt;br /&gt;Are What We Deal With&lt;br /&gt;In Our Daily Lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Pleasure and Pain&lt;br /&gt;Hot and Cold&lt;br /&gt;Light and Dark&lt;br /&gt;If There is Noise,&lt;br /&gt;There is Quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Seems We Do Better&lt;br /&gt;When We Keep Things In Balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Some, The Opposite of Love is Hate&lt;br /&gt;And, To Them It Is True...EMOTIONALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, We Live In A Very Loving Universe&lt;br /&gt;Where Acceptance is Radiating At Every Turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS A FACT -&lt;br /&gt;It Is Good To Know That&lt;br /&gt;Love Does NOT Depend on&lt;br /&gt;How You Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It RADIATES Constantly&lt;br /&gt;Whether We Participate or NOT&lt;br /&gt;Opposing &lt;em&gt;That,&lt;/em&gt; Makes US&lt;br /&gt;The Opposite, Itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST Way To Feel Love&lt;br /&gt;Is To Be Loving&lt;br /&gt;Without Focusing on&lt;br /&gt;How We Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACCEPTANCE -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Gives Me A Reason&lt;br /&gt;To Get Up In The Morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-4105086040479373123?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/4105086040479373123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=4105086040479373123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4105086040479373123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4105086040479373123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-is-impersonal-poem.html' title='LOVE is IMPERSONAL -'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SuzEy0Nd5iI/AAAAAAAACsk/QGvxhSilif0/s72-c/largeimage_b8844a7910d54e409373c9d80e2e213c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-4157818622660703808</id><published>2008-03-07T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:19:12.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE - The BEATLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGtgEwVTHU0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGtgEwVTHU0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The Picture is a Little Much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Click My NOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-4157818622660703808?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/4157818622660703808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=4157818622660703808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4157818622660703808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4157818622660703808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-you-need-is-love-beatles.html' title='ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE - The BEATLES'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-115491831690441167</id><published>2008-03-07T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:10:10.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ''EXPERIENCE'' Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RckTRiD-IiI/AAAAAAAAARA/qC6Gw7oWsyM/s1600-h/high-fiving-the-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028571650858033698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RckTRiD-IiI/AAAAAAAAARA/qC6Gw7oWsyM/s200/high-fiving-the-cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THE SITUATION ITSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I have spoken a bit of the fact that something happened on that October, Saturday, 1976, but have really not elucidated. This is the night when it all changed for me, the night I discovered It Is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ALL About LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;This was a NEW beginning.&lt;br /&gt;---On that particular evening, I could see that everything revolves and is about LOVE. I really did believe that everyone else knew this, especially since it is so obvious. I thought that I was just catching on. As a matter of fact I was embarassed at the way I had been living my Life up until that point, as it seemed a bit abominating. If it is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ALL About LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;what am I doing- Hiding my hand and everything?&lt;br /&gt;---This date shows me that my parents had both passed away, I was earning my Living ad-libbing Comedy on stage. Strange as it will sound, my parents passing seemed a relief to me. I no longer felt that I had to ''perform'' for them, and the person I was, was more the Real Me. I, actually, felt I was re-inventing myself, but soon found out that I was playing a larger version of ''much the same game.'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;---Life ''Perfects'' You. You Don't Have To TRY So Hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---I really had been doing my ''Best'' for the most part, anyway. Doing more of ''much the same,'' was in store. Hint: Living is about ''Perfecting'' you. You don't have to ''Perfect'' yourself to Live. This is where I went wrong - a lot. Most of my bad times, will fit into this category.&lt;br /&gt;---The thing that was different now, was that I knew, and I know. It is about - LOVE. Everything was about LOVE. I want to say here, that that is a FACT. The FEELING does NOT have to be there, for this to be A FACT. Don't worry about the FEELING...that may come in time. Even though I know it is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ALL About LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;I am learning that it is different in every situation. People still have their own INTERPRETATION, but it is alright. I'm just learning to keep on course and KNOW. I try to be Loving and True to who I am, in all circumstances. I would like for nothing better than for everyone to be happier. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Truly Happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-115491831690441167?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/115491831690441167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=115491831690441167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115491831690441167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115491831690441167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2006/08/experience-itself.html' title='The &apos;&apos;EXPERIENCE&apos;&apos; Itself'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RckTRiD-IiI/AAAAAAAAARA/qC6Gw7oWsyM/s72-c/high-fiving-the-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-4686539880022249702</id><published>2008-03-03T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:35:00.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE STORY -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/R8zfpVPC-rI/AAAAAAAABh0/F8Qsw5p4wpo/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173755973109742258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/R8zfpVPC-rI/AAAAAAAABh0/F8Qsw5p4wpo/s200/sorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Love Is About - UNDERSTANDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Belated or NOT: Worth The Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. He set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.&lt;br /&gt;---As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a Little Boy.&lt;br /&gt;---''Mister,'' he said. ''I want to buy one of your puppies.''&lt;br /&gt;---''Well,'' said the farmer, as he wiped the sweat off the back of his neck. ''These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.''&lt;br /&gt;---The boy dropped his head for a moment. He reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a handful of change. He held it up to the farmer. ''I've got 39 cents. Is that enough to take a look?''&lt;br /&gt;---''Sure,'' said the farmer. With that, he let out a whistle, and said, ''Here, Dolly.''&lt;br /&gt;---Out from the doghouse and down the ramp, came Dolly, followed by 4 little balls of fur. The Little Boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.&lt;br /&gt;---As the dogs made their way to the fence, the Little Boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly, another ball appeared. This one was noticably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup started hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;---''I want this one,'' the Little Boy said, pointing to the runt.&lt;br /&gt;---The farmer knelt down at the Boys side, and said, ''Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you, like these other dogs would.''&lt;br /&gt;---With that, the Little Boy stepped back from the fence. He began rolling up one leg of his trousers. He revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg, attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, ''You see sir, I don't run too well, myself. He will need someone who understands.''&lt;br /&gt;---With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully, he handed it to the Little Boy.&lt;br /&gt;---''How much?'' asked the Little Boy.&lt;br /&gt;---''No charge,'' the farmer said. ''There is no charge for love.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Story Contributed by My Brother, PETER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-4686539880022249702?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/4686539880022249702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=4686539880022249702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4686539880022249702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4686539880022249702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2008/03/valentine-story.html' title='VALENTINE STORY -'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/R8zfpVPC-rI/AAAAAAAABh0/F8Qsw5p4wpo/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-115492984611667293</id><published>2008-01-04T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:12:27.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''JUDGMENT''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RcAwRxU58GI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CGt5zJD6ero/s1600-h/6003_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026070266002403426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RcAwRxU58GI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CGt5zJD6ero/s320/6003_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;JUDGMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Somehow, most of us believe we will be judged for what we do. The way which we think about this is incorrect. Most of us think of it in terms, where we stand in front of God and He rattles off most of what we have done, and how WRONG we were. He is just ''waiting'' for us to mess-up, so He can ''squash'' us. And after that, He sends us off to Hell. I know this is very SIMPLISTIC, but their are a lot of people who see it, more or less, this way. This is not quite right.&lt;br /&gt;---Have you ever noticed that, God thinks basically the same way you do? If you think something is right than we somehow think it is right and God must see it that way, too. If we think something is wrong than God must think it is wrong, too. God judges things like we do. Even if we do wrong things according to the way we or God sees it, they are right or wrong. We seem to ''project'' what we think God IS SUPPOSED TO THINK, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;---I think it happens this way - If we do wrong, [wrong somebody] then when the memory of that event is seen in accord to the way things are, we may NOT feel too good, or guiltier and guiltier, depending how wrong we see it, is. We learn lessons from what we do and Perfect, accordingly. We do the right thing, because we see it the right way, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;---If there is any suffering, it is due to the fact that we are holding on to the wrong way of seeing it. We are not learning the lesson[s] we are supposed to. It is not a punishment, but if we are really stubborn and insist that WRONG way is the CORRECT way and insist that we have no more to learn, WHEN INDEED WE DO, than it may appear [feel] like a punishment. In reality, we are refusing to learn from what we do, or did.&lt;br /&gt;----There is no judgment but our own, but if you don't see it correctly, you will be aware of ''How you see it,'' in comparison to the ''right'' way, and feel what is for you to feel to best get you to learn from it. If your act or acts were not of LOVE, you will be aware of that fact, and it may not be pleasant. When we do acts of LOVE, we are made aware of those, also. When you see it ALL as LOVE than you have the Beatific Vision, as it were. As Krishnamurti may say,''For you, LIFE is transformed.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;God Is LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It Is ALL About LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''Judge, And Ye SHALL Be Judged''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I Hope It Makes Some Kind Of Sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't Judge and you WON'T BE JUDGED. It Works Better That Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Paul H. Talks, Stroke Talk -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?843mfgyyunw"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?843mfgyyunw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUDGING is something HUMANS DO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-115492984611667293?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/115492984611667293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=115492984611667293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115492984611667293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115492984611667293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2006/08/judgment.html' title='&apos;&apos;JUDGMENT&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RcAwRxU58GI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CGt5zJD6ero/s72-c/6003_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-4762909461206756434</id><published>2007-02-14T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:16:26.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE Is A Fact, NOT A Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rd3ZE0aBeUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TBJSdPaKSPM/s1600-h/hvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034418635280578882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rd3ZE0aBeUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TBJSdPaKSPM/s200/hvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LOVE: A FACT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FEELINGS FOLLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[VALENTINES DAY]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Love is a fact. To get the most from it, it must be understood as a fact. Any feelings that may be involved are ‘’second-in-line.’’ If you are waiting to feel loved first, you may be waiting a long time.&lt;br /&gt;---We have all heard many times that, ‘’All We Need Is Love,'' etc., from many different people, from many walks of life, from many different disciplines…that it is ALL about LOVE. I’d even go so far as to say, most of us are sick of hearing this. ‘’It’s a nice thought and all, a nice sentiment but let’s move on. I think most of us are tired of it.’’&lt;br /&gt;---I will say here, is that the only reason we want to do something else, is because we are looking to ‘’feel’’ loved, instead of being loving. It is the same dynamic as, ‘’To Have A Friend, Be A Friend.’’ We have to love, to feel love. If it is Love on the feelings level we are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;---Do you see the distinction? You are LOVED UNCONDITIONALLY, no matter what you may say or do on God’s great, green Earth. But, if you want to feel this fact, you must LOVE. And that is the bottom-line.&lt;br /&gt;---This is why we have ALL heard ad finitum I’m sure, ‘’Love and you will be Loved,’’ or the ever-popular, ‘’God helps those who help themselves.’’ [Which I Will Bet We Have Heard USED Wrongly And In The Wrong Context, As Many Times As Right.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LOVE is like the SUN that Shines. We are NOT tanned in the shade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---Love is like the sun that shines. We are tanned, if we are in it. We are NOT tanned, if we stay in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;---As I said earlier-if we are waiting around until we ‘’feel’’ Loved, we may be waiting and waiting and waiting ad finitum. [A Long, Long Time.] &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Be Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''To Cheer Yourself Up, Cheer Someone Else Up.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-4762909461206756434?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/4762909461206756434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=4762909461206756434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4762909461206756434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/4762909461206756434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-fact-not-feeling.html' title='LOVE Is A Fact, NOT A Feeling'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rd3ZE0aBeUI/AAAAAAAAAX0/TBJSdPaKSPM/s72-c/hvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-9183703581579708973</id><published>2007-02-04T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:53:09.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning Of Life: To LOVE - A Fact, NOT Necessarily Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RcY60yD-IfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SA838LgXZwk/s1600-h/zb023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027770712471773682" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RcY60yD-IfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SA838LgXZwk/s200/zb023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''We Seek To Be LOVED, LOVING And LOVEABLE, In All That We Think And Do''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;APPRECIATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A Process Of LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone LIKES To Be APPRECIATED&lt;br /&gt;This Is Something We Can Agree Upon&lt;br /&gt;KNOWING ONE APPRECIATES DURING The&lt;br /&gt;APPRECIATION PROCESS&lt;br /&gt;Is A GOOD THING&lt;br /&gt;(But Not Necessary) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When We APPRECIATE&lt;br /&gt;We UNDERSTAND, We ACCEPT&lt;br /&gt;We ''GET'' Or Are ''GOTTEN'' By&lt;br /&gt;Someone Else&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER PERSON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Do A FAVOR To Those&lt;br /&gt;We APPRECIATE&lt;br /&gt;And Vice - Versa&lt;br /&gt;Then, They GROW, We GROW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's APPRECIATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's GROWTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A FACT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;APPRECIATION&lt;/span&gt; Is A&lt;br /&gt;Win - Win&lt;br /&gt;SITUATION&lt;br /&gt;In ''GIVING'' And ''RECEIVING''&lt;br /&gt;There Is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NO ONE Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DOES NOT COME OUT ON TOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dehzxzpnjng"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?dehzxzpnjng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(One Of My First Attempts At VIDEO-Be Kind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-9183703581579708973?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/9183703581579708973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=9183703581579708973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/9183703581579708973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/9183703581579708973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2007/02/meaning-of-life-to-love.html' title='Meaning Of Life: To LOVE - A Fact, NOT Necessarily Feeling'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/RcY60yD-IfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SA838LgXZwk/s72-c/zb023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-116191682616303466</id><published>2006-08-05T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:09:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MESSAGE and the MESSENGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rd3bkkaBeVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lQarKKU281k/s1600-h/13320_po.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034421379764681042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rd3bkkaBeVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lQarKKU281k/s200/13320_po.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The MESSAGE And The MESSENGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---We all know that the Message is To Love. We know that Love is the best thing around. If you don't know this, then you probably have never experienced real Love. My suggestion to you is to be Loving and not so self - concerned, as you have probably thought that Love is some kind of special feeling you deserve, or not, according to some ill conceived notion, instead a natural response to the flow of life.&lt;br /&gt;---It is all about Love. If we meet someone who personifies this, we tend to put him on a pedestal. But, there are others who do not put this person on a pedestal. Then, we think it's our duty to ignore this Someones advice about Loving this other person, and tend to want to shove this Someone and our own interpretation down his throat. We think this is Loving. This is more ''ignorant'' love than tough love, if in fact that exists. We get angry if the other doesn't see things our way. We are angry if the other doesn't ''get'' it. We somehow think that the other should be taking our ''misinterpretation'' on ''faith.'' It is a form of DOING WHAT IS WRONG and THINKING IT'S RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;---Instead of Loving the OTHER - WHO MAY NEED OUR LOVE, we think we have to DEFEND this being who speaks of Love. To truly be a follower, it seems we should learn the ways of Love and NOT how to try and defend he who doesn't need our defense. If He speaks of Loving enemies, why do we deem it correct not to? If we are asked to Love, why do we go do the opposite - and think this is what He meant?&lt;br /&gt;---We say that we are being Loving when are being violent. We somehow see it as the right way to be. We justify this, somehow. Instead of being Loving we justify being violent and think that wiping out His enemies, who He Loves, is Okay. We should work toward being on the same page with Him, and LOVE. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't Be VIOLENT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''Let The Mind Go Quiet And Still.'' - MEDITATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Love Is Found By The Quiet Mind, Not The Violent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-116191682616303466?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/116191682616303466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=116191682616303466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/116191682616303466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/116191682616303466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2006/08/message-and-messenger.html' title='MESSAGE and the MESSENGER'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rd3bkkaBeVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lQarKKU281k/s72-c/13320_po.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-115535786129371435</id><published>2006-08-05T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:16:34.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest COMMUNICATION - a poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHkRkV6PSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YkL_DJYMYTA/s1600-h/42-16450993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035556848841407778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHkRkV6PSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YkL_DJYMYTA/s200/42-16450993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHkB0V6PRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QPtwRAqYoCU/s1600-h/zbp026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035556578258468114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHkB0V6PRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QPtwRAqYoCU/s200/zbp026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The LEVELS Of COMMUNICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A POEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FIRST LEVEL Of COMMUNICATION.&lt;br /&gt;NOT Knowing WHAT To SAY,&lt;br /&gt;Nor WHERE To BEGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Level Gets EASIER,&lt;br /&gt;As One Opens - Up&lt;br /&gt;And Tells The TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;About ONESELF,&lt;br /&gt;NOT Looking Back To See&lt;br /&gt;HOW WE'RE DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GETS IN THE WAY Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Telling The TRUTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We WORRY If&lt;br /&gt;We LOOK GOOD,&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD Of ''Staying On Track.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If We ''Stay On Track,''&lt;br /&gt;We Will See That&lt;br /&gt;The GLOBE ITSELF Will&lt;br /&gt;SHRINK DOWN And&lt;br /&gt;We Will Be Telling&lt;br /&gt;The ''TRUTH -TRUTH.''&lt;br /&gt;And, We ''FEEL'' It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS A VERY GOOD THING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To IMPROVE Relations - ''COMMUNICATION With APPRECIATION For FRUSTRATION.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-115535786129371435?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/115535786129371435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=115535786129371435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115535786129371435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115535786129371435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2006/08/honest-communication-poem.html' title='Honest COMMUNICATION - a poem.'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/ReHkRkV6PSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YkL_DJYMYTA/s72-c/42-16450993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32251131.post-115482143109122897</id><published>2006-08-05T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:58:12.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The HOUSE with FAULTY WIRING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbuo4BU57ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/j1oB8pEOZ8U/s1600-h/u8nvqktj67m6_NEWFILE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024795489644178834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbuo4BU57ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/j1oB8pEOZ8U/s200/u8nvqktj67m6_NEWFILE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONSIDER THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''The HOUSE With FAULTY WIRING.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---There was once a House that had faulty wiring. ALL we ever did was to replace the ''fuse,'' to make the electricity come back on. But, it was well-known, that someday, the ''faulty'' wiring would have to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;''A Quick Fix May Work In A Pinch, But, Eventually, The Bigger Job Is Required.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32251131-115482143109122897?l=considerthisobvious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/feeds/115482143109122897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32251131&amp;postID=115482143109122897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115482143109122897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32251131/posts/default/115482143109122897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://considerthisobvious.blogspot.com/2006/08/house-with-faulty-wiring.html' title='The HOUSE with FAULTY WIRING'/><author><name>Paul H.-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04277820900214431142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/SKTZJvW4mmI/AAAAAAAABzg/rWEuiD4T7Wk/S220/1canyonfalls.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6WdA4qqIQk/Rbuo4BU57ZI/AAAAAAAAACk/j1oB8pEOZ8U/s72-c/u8nvqktj67m6_NEWFILE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
