<?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-33238413</id><updated>2012-01-02T17:38:00.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a search for sanity or..........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7765584554635385004</id><published>2012-01-02T17:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:33:01.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving into this</title><content type='html'>Riri: I feel...like I'm starting something and I don't know where it is going.&lt;br /&gt;Queen: Do you need to know?&lt;br /&gt;Riri: mmmm...yes...and no. Knowing feels safe, not knowing is freedom...so yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;Queen: You can know if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Riri: *Quiet, trying to listen for any info that leads to knowing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7765584554635385004?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7765584554635385004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7765584554635385004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7765584554635385004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7765584554635385004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2012/01/diving-into-this.html' title='Diving into this'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-5693468298460669917</id><published>2011-05-07T02:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T02:01:54.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm...Im in a Jamie Foxx kinda mood!</title><content type='html'>Thank God that he makes them like this! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m9fUYcxP1UA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-5693468298460669917?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/5693468298460669917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=5693468298460669917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5693468298460669917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5693468298460669917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2011/05/mmmmmim-in-jamie-foxx-kinda-mood.html' title='Mmmmm...Im in a Jamie Foxx kinda mood!'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m9fUYcxP1UA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7395511791743652786</id><published>2011-04-07T20:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:09:54.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktails of love</title><content type='html'>Taste of joyful eagerness&lt;br /&gt;Look healthy strong bushy tailed and bright eyed&lt;br /&gt;Sing words of elation and caressing light flying freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel intensely light filled&lt;br /&gt;Transparent clarity, ingenuity&lt;br /&gt;Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the innocent unbridled affection!&lt;br /&gt;Invincible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wihiii...2011...going on 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7395511791743652786?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7395511791743652786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7395511791743652786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7395511791743652786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7395511791743652786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2011/04/cocktails-of-love.html' title='Cocktails of love'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3263780387804365890</id><published>2011-04-07T19:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:02:53.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>They're HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>About goddamn time. And I'm ready to play :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t5Sd5c4o9UM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3263780387804365890?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3263780387804365890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3263780387804365890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3263780387804365890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3263780387804365890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2011/04/theyre-here.html' title='They&apos;re HERE!!!'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t5Sd5c4o9UM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3063154817300415633</id><published>2011-02-21T20:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:01:37.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why women stay single</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g7sJR68YY0E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stop laughing when I saw this lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3063154817300415633?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3063154817300415633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3063154817300415633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3063154817300415633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3063154817300415633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-women-stay-single.html' title='Why women stay single'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g7sJR68YY0E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-4259804923004785480</id><published>2011-01-30T12:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:12:51.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lé salsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TUVHrsyHizI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mcuh03-oius/s1600/2009040520090405-MG-3256-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TUVHrsyHizI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mcuh03-oius/s320/2009040520090405-MG-3256-copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567935330394802994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS hot and elegantly rythmic&lt;br /&gt;Sensual and maddeningly fun&lt;br /&gt;liberating and exhilarating&lt;br /&gt;soul, heart and love food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sings my body and dances my mind&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding the woman of me &lt;br /&gt;the man in him&lt;br /&gt;teasing, sweaty, playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh so naughty :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-4259804923004785480?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/4259804923004785480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=4259804923004785480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4259804923004785480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4259804923004785480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2011/01/le-salsa.html' title='Lé salsa'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TUVHrsyHizI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mcuh03-oius/s72-c/2009040520090405-MG-3256-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7982834694472446527</id><published>2011-01-28T07:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T12:18:33.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highly Sensitive Person</title><content type='html'>Of him Pearl S. Buck wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a touch is a blow, &lt;br /&gt;a sound is a noise, &lt;br /&gt;a misfortune is a tragedy, &lt;br /&gt;a joy is an ecstasy, &lt;br /&gt;a friend is a lover, &lt;br /&gt;a lover is a god, &lt;br /&gt;and failure is death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My HSP traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided being around other children when I was a child myself. I found children to be noisy, obnoxious and stressing! I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut people out of my life when my relationship with them stresses me. The list of cut out people gets longer, the older I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get startled easily and by almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an aversion to daily routines. I need to shake things up, once in a while, or I feel imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get concerned and think or worry about many things, and have also been told "you take things too personally." I'll be worrying about something someone told me in passing, while the someone doesn't even remember that they said the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can intuitively sense when someone is not telling me the truth, or they are trying to manipulate me or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just generally more aware of subtleties in relational dynamics. At this point, I really dislike this trait. A party or cafe visit is just not a party or cafe visit. It turns into a psychological study of the meaning of life in my mind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living near large water bodies. I currently live near a lake and will be moving to a place near the sea. I also take looooong showers. Waters soothes me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very conscientious, hard working, and meticulous, but I become uncomfortable and less efficient or productive when being watched or scrutinized. In fact I'll become a complete klutz, if someone is watching me to see if I can do something, or if I'm required to prove my abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily overwhelmed by chaos or clutter. I haaaate messes! Love a tidy room, preferably painted all white and with minimal furniture (also white).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant watch televised programs. The adverts rattle the hell out of me. All that racket (do they increase the sound for adverts???) and the quick flashing images...urghhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant watch horror movies. I avoid sad movies and any troubling stories. As I somehow internalize the VERY worst of what is being shown or told and then replay it as if it were happening to me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am empathetic, conscientious (sucks! always seems to work as a disadvantage) and I focus on solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my days under the duvet, or I'll break down (this is getting worse with age, it seems).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get very tired if I spend time too much time with people. I need my alone time, otherwise I feel imprisoned and start feeling like I want to flee, form this palnet. Literally...if I had a rocket, I'd be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to make something of all these disjointed traits. Apparently HSP's are very creative and gifted, and I do see people recognizing something big in me, but the moment they do that, I disappear. I hate the attention, it feels damn suffocating. So, so far...I'm still searching....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7982834694472446527?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7982834694472446527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7982834694472446527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7982834694472446527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7982834694472446527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2011/01/highly-sensitive-person.html' title='The Highly Sensitive Person'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3733505452554352061</id><published>2011-01-24T16:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:01:58.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a VB fan</title><content type='html'>Victoria Beckham rocks my world. She comes across as so sweet and full of humor in interviews, and it makes me want to channel a little of that in me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video for her stunning dress collection is a case in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hYd5dBlkijY" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love personalities that most other people love to hate. I find that most people spend their time hating rich people who seem to be getting on with their fab lives...and THAT may be the real reason for the dislike (I mean like what's so sad about Jennifer Aniston (she rocks too) being single???? Seriously???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Victoria Beckham rocks!!! And she inspires me to be naughty, funny, witty and fabulous :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3733505452554352061?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3733505452554352061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3733505452554352061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3733505452554352061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3733505452554352061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-vb-fan.html' title='I&apos;m a VB fan'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hYd5dBlkijY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-6903463371089662058</id><published>2010-11-30T20:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:12:41.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs I like</title><content type='html'>Are you black &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you love to travel? Then you'll love "&lt;a href="http://imblacknitravel.com/"&gt;I'm black and I travel&lt;/a&gt;" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing better than getting travel inspiration. Imblack&amp;Itravel uses a soulful rich language full of humor, in a way that makes travel feel easy and doable :-) Brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-6903463371089662058?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/6903463371089662058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=6903463371089662058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6903463371089662058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6903463371089662058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogs-i-like.html' title='Blogs I like'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7373492240037174531</id><published>2010-11-23T15:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:49:01.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Controlling people by Patricia Evans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.patriciaevans.com/"&gt;Patricia Evans&lt;/a&gt; author of the revolutionary book "The Verbally Abusive Relationship. How to Recognize it and How to Respond" is also the author of "Controlling People", a powerful book about the dynamics of controlling people and their thought mechanisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in one of those relationships where you find yourself feeling depleted and tired, belittled and assaulted, without ever knowing exactly why you're feeling like that, then this could be a good book to get your hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "Controlling People", Evans describes how one can easily recognize a controlling person in the early stages of a relationship as they will almost always want to tell you what to feel and/or think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually this is done in a loving manner, almost like they are trying to help. &lt;br /&gt;A response to sharing ones feelings, perception or choices can be:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no that's not it, you're just tired...go and rest"...&lt;br /&gt;"No honey, you misunderstood, you know how you can be so sensitive" &lt;br /&gt;or "You know you don't like that color, you always like this one". &lt;br /&gt;Or the easily recognizable "I know you, you always xxx..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which all sound innocuously caring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all those sentences are basically negating the experience of the person sharing, and redefining it instead. If this is allowed to continue, the controlling person will eventually only relate in this way, constantly defining another's reality and experience and not seeing or hearing the other person as they are, or as they choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with these kinds of relationship dynamics, is that they are hard to pinpoint. Someone telling you " You are always so pretty" seems harmless, and the comment will probably go unnoticed...or "You read too much"..."your too intelligent"...all very harmless but just slightly unnerving for the one receiving these comments. There's nothing untoward about them...but they're not very pleasing or friendly either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing with those kind of comments, is that they get the recipient to want to defend themselves..."No I'm not just tired, I really do feel xxx"..."No I don't read too much...actually I also..." however this kind of defensive talk leaves the person doing the defending, feeling depleted and exhausted without really knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evans describes how controlling people relate to a lack of their own sense of self, by defining others, describing how childhood conditions can result in a sense of disconnection in the controlling people, that prevents them from really being in touch with their own intuition and feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From interviews she's held, she's found out that controlling people rarely remember the details of their controlling behaviors. They seem to lose touch with their own sense of reality and act automatically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the secret to dealing with controlling people? According to Evans, one should gain awareness of the dynamics of such relationships. This helps a lot, as most cases really are generically text book. Insanely so!!! I have read conversations I've had with CP's in books and wondered if the author had been in the room taking notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Evans recommends not engaging controlling behavior by being defensive. Responding by repeating "what?" "what did you say?" "What do you mean by that?" to a CP, may stop them in their tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience , repeating what they have just said back to them in a "so when you say xxx, you mean?"...or "Did I just hear you say xxx" or "so then your opinion is xxx" or "you think that xxx" kind of way, makes it clear that they are saying something that only relates to themselves, and that you have your own separate identity, that they are welcome to enquirer into but they have no right defining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7373492240037174531?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7373492240037174531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7373492240037174531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7373492240037174531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7373492240037174531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/11/controlling-people-by-patricia-evans_23.html' title='Controlling people by Patricia Evans'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-5174010344449772759</id><published>2010-11-08T09:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:39:54.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days when...</title><content type='html'>I get a spam mail that says that I've inherited $17 500 000, and I wish, reaaaaally hard, that it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to the skies and keep saying "beem me up scotty" and actually wait for something to happen. It doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a round peg in a square hole (yup, not the other way round). I seem to fit, wish I did...but I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not E.T. I do wanna go home though...and I want to stay there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-5174010344449772759?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/5174010344449772759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=5174010344449772759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5174010344449772759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5174010344449772759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-those-days-when.html' title='One of those days when...'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-741018492619770383</id><published>2010-10-02T16:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:52:17.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....more that makes me go mmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TKdDbyDzmII/AAAAAAAAAOI/X8mwbl0-KOs/s1600/20090304kodjoe04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TKdDbyDzmII/AAAAAAAAAOI/X8mwbl0-KOs/s320/20090304kodjoe04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523457612566468738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TKdC8la7CAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/d5cwHbBXIbo/s1600/Boris-Kodjoe-10511-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TKdC8la7CAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/d5cwHbBXIbo/s320/Boris-Kodjoe-10511-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523457076597819394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TKdCwFpi2WI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hbGQeAQ-Rck/s1600/Boris+Kodjoe-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TKdCwFpi2WI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hbGQeAQ-Rck/s320/Boris+Kodjoe-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523456861910784354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boris Kodjoe (bit of a name there lol)is featured in a style editorial, in this months InStyle (US). He's now starring in "Undercovers", which I'm undoubtedly going to watch now. A bit of eye candy should make up for the loss of my beloved "Dirty Sexy Money", Lipstick Jungle" and "Cashmere Mafia". Sigh. Life is so tough for me bohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-741018492619770383?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/741018492619770383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=741018492619770383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/741018492619770383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/741018492619770383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/10/hmmmmore-that-makes-me-go-mmmm.html' title='Hmmm....more that makes me go mmmm'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/TKdDbyDzmII/AAAAAAAAAOI/X8mwbl0-KOs/s72-c/20090304kodjoe04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7625096794851737066</id><published>2010-10-01T00:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:18:55.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zeitgeist Addendum: Resource based society</title><content type='html'>I LOVE this movie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard a more qualified presentation of a society based on the well being of human beings, as opposed to profit, than the one presented in this documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant see how it is not absolutely insane that we have a world based on monetary profit rather than well being, joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, I am amazed that the NATURAL states of happiness, joy and love are scoffed at as wishful and wasteful thinking. INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This documentary explains how a monetary profit based system is sustained by the wrongful idea that competition leads to motivation, growth and wealth. The reality is the opposite. Think about it...competition leads to unethical and throat cutting actions...basically a "I'll kill you before you kill me" strategy...and eventually, to corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeitgeist talks about ABUNDANCE (yay...I'm hearing this word more and more) being the order of the day...rather than the illusion of scarcity. Scarcity of water, power and food. Basic needs which could easily be covered by the development of clean technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeitgeist encourages incorporating green living as much as possible, choosing banks based on ethical monetary policies and abandoning military practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change and growth are natural. Competition and scarcity are illusions. Abundance is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7065205277695921912&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7625096794851737066?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7625096794851737066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7625096794851737066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7625096794851737066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7625096794851737066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/10/zeitgeist-addendum-resource-based.html' title='Zeitgeist Addendum: Resource based society'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8572929418481850698</id><published>2010-06-08T13:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:01:51.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily note from the wise and benevolent universe :-)</title><content type='html'>Insecurity is the greatest social piranha in the pool of human&lt;br /&gt;existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet discovering that no matter what anyone else thinks, you can&lt;br /&gt;still choose your own thoughts, manifest your own things, and live happily&lt;br /&gt;ever after is like wearing underwater, titanium body armor in your favorite&lt;br /&gt;color, with built-in rabbit ear slippers and a ghetto-like hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.tut.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8572929418481850698?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8572929418481850698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8572929418481850698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8572929418481850698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8572929418481850698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/06/daily-note-from-wise-and-benevolent.html' title='Daily note from the wise and benevolent universe :-)'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3415173180690233639</id><published>2010-04-12T20:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:08:28.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm loving: Alex Dezen</title><content type='html'>I really love it when I find something that I inexplicably like, right out of the blue. When I heard Alex Dezen's songs on the movie "Chaos Theory" my mind went still. When I like something this much my whole body tingles :-D Best feeling ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of music I usually like but I love the lyrics and his throaty voice. Go Damnwells and Alex :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lde8nAm10IU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=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/lde8nAm10IU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&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/33238413-3415173180690233639?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3415173180690233639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3415173180690233639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3415173180690233639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3415173180690233639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-loving-alex-dezen.html' title='I&apos;m loving: Alex Dezen'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-1869997186639996991</id><published>2010-04-04T19:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:32:33.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars that make me go mmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S7jNAqBHhjI/AAAAAAAAANo/ytGCLj0icps/s1600/mercedes-sls-2-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S7jNAqBHhjI/AAAAAAAAANo/ytGCLj0icps/s320/mercedes-sls-2-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456336359722026546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S7jMx18mPkI/AAAAAAAAANg/vFqTxZLH8eg/s1600/mazda-kabura-1-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S7jMx18mPkI/AAAAAAAAANg/vFqTxZLH8eg/s320/mazda-kabura-1-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456336105226255938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazda Kabura and the scrumptious sls Mercedes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1869997186639996991?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1869997186639996991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1869997186639996991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1869997186639996991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1869997186639996991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/04/cars-that-make-me-go-mmm.html' title='Cars that make me go mmm'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S7jNAqBHhjI/AAAAAAAAANo/ytGCLj0icps/s72-c/mercedes-sls-2-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7573627689347956779</id><published>2010-04-03T11:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:14:13.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter Browl: the modern emotionally sulky man</title><content type='html'>Its not the first time I've seen a friends boyfriend covertly drop a stinky emotional bomb right at the point where his girlfriend is having a good time. I saw my ex do this, time and time again (thanks dude :-) I'm stronger and happier now, because of you). As I look around at my co-habiting sisters, it hits me, they are emotionally stable happy women, up until the point their man finds a perfect excuse to  throw a tantrum about something, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solution: No co-habitting. That way, I always kick his sorry sulky ass out when he decides to put a damper on my lovely life for NO APPARENT good reason. And a zero tolerance policy on disparaging behavior. (Man it up dudes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Browl itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Mr. Sur Prut (Sour Fart) and My friend (his girlfriend) Kate (not her real name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scene: Lovely small get together at Kates pretty apartment, three beautiful happy girls drinking wine and enjoying hor d'oeuvres and listening to good old school soul(food) music. Mr. Sur Prut is enjoying the company too, listening in on the interesting uplifting quirky conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well until Mr. Sur Prut starts making small comments about keeping the noise down as the neighbours have a small child. He seems oblivious to the fact that one cannot hear the "noise" from our happy communing, in the sitting on the first floor, from the bathroom downstairs, in the same apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We placate the man, pointing out the obvious (no noise, non to cause alarm)and continue to have a deliriously good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sur Prut finally goes to bed in the bedroom downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, he calls for Kate. We know something will happen and sure enough, we are soon listening in on details of their life that we should NOT be privy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, the Prut, starts listing all the financial benefits that Kate enjoys courtesy of his excellency, Mr Prut. He says he's stressed, has lots of work to do over Easter and that Kate is being inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate tells him that we are not making noise and that she'll soon come to bed, they can take things up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue having a good time. Kate is hell bent on us staying over, it's been a while since she had such a nice time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Prut escalates the drama by coming upstairs and repeating the list of things...using the same verbage , like he's on repeat play. It's hysterically comical! and pathetic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to have a good time. We know the game. Mr Prut continued to come up and perform for us, with  his manic rant. Kate was having non of it and she would not go to bed until we all were so tired, we could hardly keep our eyes open. The last hour of us chatting was just so she made a point. And I could see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets forget the fact that we were not making any noise that could stop him, or anyone, from sleeping in the same house. Let's start with the fact that it's NOT his apartment, he can mosy on home to his place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could also be the (more than 10 years older) grown up and appreciate that his girlfriend is enjoying her easter with loving friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he has to work, but there's a whole weekend and a holiday Monday left...plenty of bloody time. So instead of stewing in his emotional stench, he could choose to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he does help Kate financially, but were the table turned, and Kate was 10 years older, she'd be earning more than him and helping him instead, it's not a badge to wear like a heroic martyr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, Mr. Prut was making a big fuss for the sake of making a big fuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity. Such a pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7573627689347956779?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7573627689347956779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7573627689347956779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7573627689347956779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7573627689347956779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-browl-modern-emotionally-sulky.html' title='The Easter Browl: the modern emotionally sulky man'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-6238023277608195165</id><published>2010-03-15T18:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:33:49.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nappy hair is infectious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S55rQVKotKI/AAAAAAAAANY/e_GB7aph8_w/s1600-h/afro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S55rQVKotKI/AAAAAAAAANY/e_GB7aph8_w/s320/afro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448910527468713122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a charming peculiarity to the stubborn coiliness of natural african hair that is just positively beguiling and infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I moan and groan about looking like a boy, or clown (depending on the day), or how I'd like long flowing locks...but it's all for show. Deep down inside, I feel a love and affection for my nappy kunta kinte locks, that leaves me glowing with pride and prancing about like a poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even had a love interest write a poem to me in which my hair features as: "I want to lose my fingers in the stormy clouds of your hair" ..eh eh...wacha tu lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a friend is definitely going natural too. I've also noticed how a lot of the other naturals also have hoards (ah ok..."hoards" is an exagerration for dramatic effect)....of friends and family who also go natural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed enough to discover natural products by &lt;a href="https://anitagrant.com/"&gt;Anita Grant&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.faithinnature.co.uk/"&gt;Faith in Nature&lt;/a&gt;, which leave my hair happily and softly nappy. Great products that work! are essential when it comes to natural hair...it's that or total insanity and impossible locks, followed by a fall back to the crack cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how many more of my friends catch my nappy fever of joy :-) While it lasts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-6238023277608195165?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/6238023277608195165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=6238023277608195165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6238023277608195165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6238023277608195165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/03/nappy-hair-is-infectious.html' title='Nappy hair is infectious'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S55rQVKotKI/AAAAAAAAANY/e_GB7aph8_w/s72-c/afro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7653611572983406450</id><published>2010-02-26T10:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:14:47.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural treatment for blackheads and pimples</title><content type='html'>A week of applying lemon juice on my face before bedtime and I can see a marked decrease in pimples and blackheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking herbs to get my hormones back to their normal levels, after years and years of being on the pill, and I think! I think that I sort of triggered my body back to its teenage years...pimples and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now there's no harm done, my hormones are balanced (no more period pains!)and my pimples and blackheads (I say that endearingly now that they are on the retreat) are slowly becoming a distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that my skin tone has improved loads as well!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also used honey and cinammon as a mask, a couple of times...and it cleans my skin really well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a heads up for anyone out there with gorgeous skin, that's hiding unnderneath some well meaning but very annoying pimples and blackheads :-) You'll have to do the research yourself...but as with all natural remedies, with no monetary profit for producers...scientific proof of effectivity is lacking and most of the stories of "results" are anecdotal...it doesn't make them any less real. If you feel inspired, try the lemon juice...and see for yourself :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7653611572983406450?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7653611572983406450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7653611572983406450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7653611572983406450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7653611572983406450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/02/natural-treatment-for-blackheads-and.html' title='Natural treatment for blackheads and pimples'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3305036102150090933</id><published>2010-02-09T20:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:23:41.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment made easy</title><content type='html'>Ah, the simple joy of learning something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw a very expressive gay guy speak of how "nippy" the weather was while pointing at his nipples, and suddenly the connection fell into place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the word without any appreciation of its anatomical reference...haha...and now I'll have a very interesting image in my head, when I do use it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3305036102150090933?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3305036102150090933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3305036102150090933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3305036102150090933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3305036102150090933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/02/enlightenment-made-easy.html' title='Enlightenment made easy'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3623117028634457668</id><published>2010-02-05T13:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:32:06.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expansive consciousness</title><content type='html'>When I read Byron Katie, I can feel my whole mind shifting, and even feel the times when it doesn't want to shift. The lower mind likes to hold onto stuff, like a dog with a bone, and Katies words are, in my opinion, all about fluid, infinite and undefinable consciousness. This bogggles my lovely mind at times, and other times, I let go, and get a glimpse of a freedom...freedom that is blissfully indescribable :-D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A clear mind sees that any past is just a thought. There's no proof of the validity of any thought, other than another thought. And even that thought is gone, and then the thought "that thought is gone" is itself gone. There is only "now" and even "now" is a thought of the past. Actually the universe has no beginning, and it is always over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought...oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3623117028634457668?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3623117028634457668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3623117028634457668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3623117028634457668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3623117028634457668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/02/expansive-consciousness.html' title='Expansive consciousness'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7298551271210206118</id><published>2010-01-29T06:42:00.022+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:15:55.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought...</title><content type='html'>Decidedly uncanny, don't you think? That some veggies resemble the organs they benefit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J3Z63yPYI/AAAAAAAAALg/i6oUUhVvfIY/s1600-h/carrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J3Z63yPYI/AAAAAAAAALg/i6oUUhVvfIY/s200/carrot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432035387745910146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye. The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye...and YES science now shows that carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J3lxD1eCI/AAAAAAAAALo/sdcMUXrRNCg/s1600-h/tomatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J3lxD1eCI/AAAAAAAAALo/sdcMUXrRNCg/s320/tomatoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432035591270529058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart is red and has four chambers. All of the research shows tomatoes are indeed pure heart and blood food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J4MEKcRZI/AAAAAAAAALw/U-ZCoz54Yo8/s1600-h/grapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J4MEKcRZI/AAAAAAAAALw/U-ZCoz54Yo8/s320/grapes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432036249233540498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows that grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J4rkTdloI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A60-09GPS28/s1600-h/walnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J4rkTdloI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A60-09GPS28/s320/walnut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432036790437254786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebelums. Even the wrinkles or folds are on the nut just like the neo-cortex. We now know that walnuts help develop over 3 dozen neuro-transmitters for brain function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J46u9E5jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yS8La-aQ5FM/s1600-h/kidneybeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J46u9E5jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yS8La-aQ5FM/s320/kidneybeans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432037050994189874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J5EXUZBUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZhS3w-U5bVQ/s1600-h/celery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 59px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J5EXUZBUI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZhS3w-U5bVQ/s320/celery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432037216448218434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don't have enough sodium in your diet the body pulls it from the bones, making them weak. These foods replenish the skeletal needs of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J5qAp6rnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/d-5hCbEmP6Y/s1600-h/avocardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J5qAp6rnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/d-5hCbEmP6Y/s320/avocardo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432037863199518322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg Plant, Avocadoes and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats 1 avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight and prevents cervicle cancers. And how profound is this? .... it takes exactly 9 months to grow an Avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 phytolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J5_KvOg-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9Fp8BeISR4Y/s1600-h/figs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 62px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J5_KvOg-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/9Fp8BeISR4Y/s320/figs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432038226683397090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the motility of male sperm and increase the numbers of sperm as well to overcome male sterility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J6N9YFMaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Y0v53T3mp6w/s1600-h/sweetpotato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 95px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J6N9YFMaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Y0v53T3mp6w/s320/sweetpotato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432038480794694050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J6Z6hUdfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nm84JU3peJM/s1600-h/olives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 68px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J6Z6hUdfI/AAAAAAAAAMw/nm84JU3peJM/s320/olives.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432038686186567154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J6o7yn25I/AAAAAAAAAM4/1K5h3nTcp5w/s1600-h/citrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 67px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J6o7yn25I/AAAAAAAAAM4/1K5h3nTcp5w/s320/citrus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432038944225614738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapefruits, Oranges, and other Citrus fruits look just like the mamary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J7CV_ZtDI/AAAAAAAAANA/2aq3W2PoA0g/s1600-h/onions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 61px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J7CV_ZtDI/AAAAAAAAANA/2aq3W2PoA0g/s320/onions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432039380755264562" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onions look like body cells. Todays research shows that onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells. They even produce tears which wash the epithelial lasyers of the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J7M1gZNpI/AAAAAAAAANI/G0P9-WSZN08/s1600-h/bananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J7M1gZNpI/AAAAAAAAANI/G0P9-WSZN08/s320/bananas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432039561013835410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas, Cucumber, Zuchini and more target the size and strengh of the male sexual organ. It's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J7bYJPkJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZTeFWR37bkc/s1600-h/peanuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 69px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J7bYJPkJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZTeFWR37bkc/s320/peanuts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432039810830143634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts have a profound effect on the testicles and sexual libido. Peanuts were banned as a food for males by the church ofin during the middle ages. Most people don't realize that arginine, the main component of Viagra, comes from peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came across this article the first time, I went on a research mission, reading all i could on whole foods. I'm now a firm believer in natural chemistry, and only endorse synthetics in dire emergency situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should natural food benefits and medicine become everyday knowledge? I think so! Will this knowledge become more widespread? Hope so. I really hope so :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7298551271210206118?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7298551271210206118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7298551271210206118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7298551271210206118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7298551271210206118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/01/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought...'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S2J3Z63yPYI/AAAAAAAAALg/i6oUUhVvfIY/s72-c/carrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3236184200628338758</id><published>2010-01-24T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:41:44.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kundalini awakening</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I speak a different language...same words as every other english speaking person, but different language altogether :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakening usually describes the action of ceasing to slumber, but nowadays that word means a heck-of-a-lot more to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I've found &lt;a href="http://biologyofkundalini.com/article.php?story=ConsciousIncarnation"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; who writes about awakening in a very profound and leading-edge way, a way that resonates with the deepest ethers of my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those asking the BIG questions in life and experiencing "changes" in psyche...this is a good, and somewhat heavy, read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things she writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;the awakening of kundalini is a synergy and synthesis of body, mind and soul, which our dense culture tries strenuously to avoid. Waking up to the sleep and the pain of deadness is hard work, and then maintaining the momentum and trajectory so that one doesn't fall back into the plenum of consensus trance is even harder. If you look at the absolute great minds in history few of them were able to save themselves from the fury of the ignorant crowd. Modern man has broken down the habitat of the natural man, hooked humanity onto an IV of sugar water and now the sugar water is now seen for what it is. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thus at present we have the great flux of the dismissal of what can never work and the transfer to an entirely new sustainable culture. Those that try to cling to the past system will suffer, as will those who are simply without a muse-vocation in the transformation to the new culture. The ensouled way of human existence is forced on us from all sides, because the soporific distraction of the sugar water is no longer valid. The old system must be done away with if humanity is to be permitted to grow towards a noble condition...or it will revert to even more of a deadened, soulless creature through the blind power of resistance (fear and greed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the science of assisted evolution we can start a new era of civilization and begin to live as a global mystic society, illuminated and synchronized from within. We need no longer pull on the reigns to hold ourselves back. We need no longer cower in fear of the atomic force we embody. We can let that force run free and we can grow to meet our soul’s needs. We can “connect” and know ourselves as the Beloved. Allowing the full force of the bliss of the return itself to wake us up. To do this we need some kundalini coping skills and a faith born of the realization that what this world really needs is a revolution of authentic spirituality—an ecstatic wave of devotion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3236184200628338758?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3236184200628338758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3236184200628338758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3236184200628338758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3236184200628338758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/01/kundalini-awakening.html' title='Kundalini awakening'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-6071871434963543655</id><published>2010-01-22T21:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:03:00.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hihi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S1oEQDXEGYI/AAAAAAAAALA/kCRoCFU_eas/s1600-h/5891_1178240941728_1399280461_30504154_1853878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S1oEQDXEGYI/AAAAAAAAALA/kCRoCFU_eas/s320/5891_1178240941728_1399280461_30504154_1853878_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429656974575016322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-6071871434963543655?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/6071871434963543655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=6071871434963543655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6071871434963543655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6071871434963543655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/01/hihi.html' title='Hihi'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/S1oEQDXEGYI/AAAAAAAAALA/kCRoCFU_eas/s72-c/5891_1178240941728_1399280461_30504154_1853878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2548752151859816835</id><published>2010-01-20T13:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:43:14.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.avatarmovie.com/"&gt;This movie&lt;/a&gt; has inflamed so many people, I'm amazed by all the different interpretations...or maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the movie depicts the beloved "white supreme" saviour doing good and bringing wisdom to the savages (coloreds). He even mates with the savage princess. Others claim that it is a critic of the white dominated, soulless and destructive coporate America. It is also, seemingly a story about enviromentalism. And yet others are incensed by a story that they claim is too simple and lacking in creativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it is all those things? What would this world be like if all opnions were considered valid...and we curiously listened to each other, choosing to be amazed and blessed by our differences?...I regress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own valid opnion: I saw a different reality in Avatar. I saw a movie that spoke to the best in me. It spoke of the natural beauty in this world, and all the other worlds that exist. It spoke of the changes that are happening now, independent of "little wo/man" and his/her big ideas and technologies. It spoke of the gift of interconnectedness with life. Of a way of "being" that is harmonious, loving and graceul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised by the noise the movie has created. In noise, truth is obscured. The "little me" in all of us loves noise, and dislikes any atttempt to speak of the "REAL" things. Love, joy, nature, spirit, oneness. (Notice how those states of beingness are shunned as inconsequential) But "little me" will have to sit and listen in the coming times, things are shaking up babes :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth does not need man to do anything to save it. Earth can survive on its own, without wo/man...the power and beauty of this planet in inconcievable...we are yet to find out:-D...disclaimer: this is my opinion :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my books, a movie is good when it moves people the way this movie has. Most people have a strong "feeling" about it, even when that feeling is "what a load of crap" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scope of infinite existance, all is valid. all is well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this particular expression of existance - lets have more Avatars :-) Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L:O:V:E = Living. One. Vibrational. Energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2548752151859816835?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2548752151859816835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2548752151859816835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2548752151859816835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2548752151859816835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3583177795634889736</id><published>2010-01-08T12:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:32:52.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are we?</title><content type='html'>Was it always like this?&lt;br /&gt;Was it always about pain and suffering?&lt;br /&gt;About hunger&lt;br /&gt;A killing hunger that leaves...&lt;br /&gt;Leaves pain in all its magnificent (haha) forms?&lt;br /&gt;Was it?&lt;br /&gt;Who were we before they came?&lt;br /&gt;When it was only us and the beauty and grace of the land and skies?&lt;br /&gt;And the spirits.&lt;br /&gt;(All but forgotten now, the spirits)&lt;br /&gt;I want to know. I want to see who we were.&lt;br /&gt;And who we really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3583177795634889736?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3583177795634889736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3583177795634889736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3583177795634889736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3583177795634889736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-are-we.html' title='Who are we?'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-6652353112352316658</id><published>2009-11-15T17:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:34:22.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got me some "bad hair"</title><content type='html'>I had an idea that black natural hair was considered less admirable, but had no idea how pervasive this was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my natural hair, which is currently as nappy as nappy can get, is described as being: nappy, tough, rough, kitchen scrounge, messy, hard to care for, hard to manage, ugly, low-class, unkept, smelly, unprofessional, undesirable, unsexy, embarrassing, woolly, course, unfeminine, funny (and not in a good way) and plain ol’ nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not exaggerating. Those words were used by black women in Chris Rocks new documentary, which ironically enough is called &lt;a href="http://www.goodhairmovie.net/site/"&gt;GOOD HAIR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s no wonder it’s hard for black women to bear their own natural hair.&lt;br /&gt;I went natural because it occurred to me that it’s wierd that I think I’m ugly when I have my own natural hair. I found it wierd dating, swimming, gymming…I just ended up hating the add ons, wigs, weaves, braids and perms, because they were ruling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not against doing stuff to my hair, but I want to feel that I’m the master of the process, and not addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s fun to change looks.  It’s loads of fun :-) And their’s a lot of creativity that goes into the market…loads of families enjoying the economic benefits of the black hair market. It’s got it’s good side and bad side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bad sides, that I had never considered before watching good hair, is that Sodium Hydroxide is qualified as an &lt;a href="http://www.jtbaker.com/msds/englishhtml/s4034.htm"&gt;extreme poison&lt;/a&gt;. I find this particularly amusing given the fact that vitamins and supplements go through more rigorous control and restrictions than an extreme poison. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who came up with the stuff (crack cream/relaxer) in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get some wigs before seeing Rocks documentary. I’m feeling that my hair is getting to the point where I look like a clown I’ve changed my mind now. I will rock this bad ass nasty clown hair and love me, the way I was bloody born.&lt;br /&gt;I’m ugly and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said we all have to be “beautiful” anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s beauty anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that white women are just as dissatisfied with their hair. They just dont have deal with the negative connotations of leaving their hair natural.&lt;br /&gt;The even more funny thing is that most white people think my nappy hair is very beautiful. They loved the weaves, braids and cornrows, and they love the nappy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are the haters? Black people? Are black people propagating their own negative self perception? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll get me some cornrows…:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-6652353112352316658?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/6652353112352316658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=6652353112352316658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6652353112352316658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6652353112352316658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-me-some-bad-hair.html' title='I&apos;ve got me some &quot;bad hair&quot;'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-1685143162438311243</id><published>2009-05-20T12:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:11:36.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakey wakey</title><content type='html'>"Life is a banquet and the tragedy is that most people are starving" Anthony De Mello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the simplicity of his teachings. We (humans) really are asleep and we don't want to wakeup. Life is funky. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1685143162438311243?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1685143162438311243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1685143162438311243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1685143162438311243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1685143162438311243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/05/wakey-wakey.html' title='Wakey wakey'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-902626931618344819</id><published>2009-05-12T14:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:48:21.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-902626931618344819?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/902626931618344819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=902626931618344819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/902626931618344819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/902626931618344819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/05/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-1439093405622681585</id><published>2009-05-05T09:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:03:51.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Of love</title><content type='html'>The unconditional kind, the kind that is and allows, the kind that is unconceptualizable, so spacious it boggles the mind, I catch a glimpse of this love and I feel a blossoming in me, so joyful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1439093405622681585?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1439093405622681585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1439093405622681585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1439093405622681585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1439093405622681585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-love.html' title='Of love'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2652630131339001400</id><published>2009-05-05T09:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:58:55.775+02:00</updated><title type='text'>let it go or be joyful about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you examine your history, you cannot help but repeat it! Law of Attraction says it is so: "Whatever I am looking at, I am including in my vibration."&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Abraham Hicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2652630131339001400?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2652630131339001400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2652630131339001400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2652630131339001400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2652630131339001400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-go-or-be-joyful-about-it.html' title='let it go or be joyful about it'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-4875674866490455294</id><published>2009-05-02T10:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:06:04.929+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural hay fever treatments that work</title><content type='html'>I've been trying out different natural treatments (foods and herbs) and so far I'm blown by the results. Granted its the beginning of the hay fever season but I have not suffered any symptoms at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My regimen has included taking:&lt;br /&gt;-blueberry smoothies with soya milk&lt;br /&gt;-organic apple juice&lt;br /&gt;-lots of apples&lt;br /&gt;-lots of onions and garlic&lt;br /&gt;-sweet basil (in pesto)&lt;br /&gt;-turmeric powder (in my smoothies)&lt;br /&gt;-milk thistle herb tea with honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The most important supplement which gives instant results: Acid neutral vitamin C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.naturalhealthweb.com/articles/Lonsdorf4.html"&gt;ayurveda&lt;/a&gt;, accumulated wastes and toxins block the channels, trapping the toxins inside the tissues, and activating the immune system. When additional allergens such as pollen or dust arrive on the scene, the already irritated immune system goes into “high gear,” creating the symptoms of an allergy attack. Symptoms will vary depending on the tissue that has accumulated the toxic waste (ama visha.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above foods booster the immune system...and since the cause of allergies is toxic waste in the body, it's important to &lt;a href="http://www.healingdaily.com/colon-kidney-detoxification.htm"&gt;cleanse/detoxify&lt;/a&gt; the body as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done very light fasts (2 days) with fruit juice and cleansing herbs and can recommend them for general well being as well as for alleviating allergies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-4875674866490455294?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/4875674866490455294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2462303989059410819</id><published>2009-04-12T01:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:38:05.661+02:00</updated><title type='text'>not mincing words</title><content type='html'>"All sadness is a tantrum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Byron Katie ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2462303989059410819?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2462303989059410819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2462303989059410819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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life&lt;br /&gt;I will always want more&lt;br /&gt;So I might as well get content&lt;br /&gt;Content and happy and wanting more :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1220500155484410120?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1220500155484410120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1220500155484410120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1220500155484410120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1220500155484410120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-one-sweet-paradox.html' title='Life is one sweet paradox'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-507952305455419038</id><published>2009-03-26T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:58:34.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings as an indicator</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" 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	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The reason that you don’t have recall of everything that you were before you came is because, your feeling as you made the decision to come was “I want to dive into this to have new experiences that will cause new expansion, and I’m not worried about it because I know that the expansion will occur and I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;my alignment with it or not.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Abraham Hicks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" 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&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u2:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u2:latentstyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ngs are an indicator of alignment with our true selves...bad feelings = misalignment, good feelings = alignment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;But we've been taught that the bad (pain/hurt/fighting/denial/compromise) is necessary to get to what is wanted lol...I love the irony of societal conditioning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;If it feels bad it's bad. If it feels good it's good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/33238413-507952305455419038?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/507952305455419038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=507952305455419038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/507952305455419038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/507952305455419038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/feelings-as-indicator.html' title='Feelings as an indicator'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-4950166677848194483</id><published>2009-03-22T01:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:16:38.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampåge of appreciation</title><content type='html'>I totally joyfully appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pub &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;nights with the lovely lot, the red dog cafe, su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ny spri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng days, fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ndi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng gorgeous shoes a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;nd dresses at bargai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;n prices, cycli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng through the city or by the water, cats, dogs, pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng vibra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;nt futures with the lovely lot, talki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng about rubbish stuff, laughi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng, da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;nci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng, taki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng taxis, the spa, gymi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng, Abraham hicks, the crazy Croatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;n, meetup, the UK, joy, jokes, seei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;new places, lear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng useless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;trivia that is dear to those I love, watchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng mushy roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ntic movies, cute me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;n, Indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt; food, eati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-4950166677848194483?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/4950166677848194483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=4950166677848194483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4950166677848194483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4950166677848194483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/rampage-of-appreciation.html' title='Rampåge of appreciation'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-1366146500359597330</id><published>2009-03-20T00:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:04:54.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Technological musings</title><content type='html'>We (humans) are so proud of technological advancements&lt;br /&gt;Its quite endearing actually&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow I feel that nature is perfect&lt;br /&gt;the signs of this are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and we've convinced ourselves that it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;So we clammer and compete to create technology&lt;br /&gt;then we clammer and compete to create more technology&lt;br /&gt;to solve the problems created by the technology&lt;br /&gt;we undermine nature&lt;br /&gt;while trying to copy it&lt;br /&gt;failing miserably :-)&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just enjoying the sacred perfection nature is&lt;br /&gt;and creating innovating clean technologies&lt;br /&gt;not because we need them&lt;br /&gt;but just for the fun of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1366146500359597330?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1366146500359597330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1366146500359597330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1366146500359597330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1366146500359597330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/technological-musings.html' title='Technological musings'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2640127106790653506</id><published>2009-03-09T20:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:33:52.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting busy being happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A happy life is just a string of happy moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; But most people don't allow the happy moment, because they're so busy trying to get a happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham-Hicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2640127106790653506?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2640127106790653506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2640127106790653506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2640127106790653506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2640127106790653506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-busy-being-happy.html' title='Getting busy being happy'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-6631319048993188979</id><published>2009-03-08T05:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:48:07.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The little stuff makes a difference :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strolling along the edge of the sea a man catches sight of a young woman who appears to be engaged in a ritual dance. She stoops down, then straightens to her full height, casting her arm out in an arc. Draing closer, he sees that the beach around her is littered with starfish and she is throwing them back into the sea. He lightly mocks her, "there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see, for miles up the  beach. What difference can saving a few of them make?" Smiling, she bends down and once more tosses a starfish out over the water, saying serenely, "It certainly makes a difference to this one". &lt;/span&gt;The Art of Possibilty by Rosamund Zander and Benjamin Zander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-6631319048993188979?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/6631319048993188979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=6631319048993188979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6631319048993188979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6631319048993188979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-stuff-makes-difference.html' title='The little stuff makes a difference :-)'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-4466829396162088475</id><published>2009-03-07T11:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:38:12.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This natural hair of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/SbJNFImXHfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PLmbwxVuSVc/s1600-h/2006-afro-short.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/SbJNFImXHfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PLmbwxVuSVc/s320/2006-afro-short.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310391661226302962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is a constant happiness moment at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;Its so different and interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Its springy, spongy, malleable (lol!)&lt;br /&gt;Coily at times but mostly has micro curls&lt;br /&gt;It gets really compact and hard after a nights sleep&lt;br /&gt;Then soft after a lovely wash&lt;br /&gt;It responds well to a mayonnaise conditioning&lt;br /&gt;And has me drinking apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;I find myself amazed by its special uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm glad I went natural :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-4466829396162088475?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/4466829396162088475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=4466829396162088475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4466829396162088475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4466829396162088475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-natural-hair-of-mine.html' title='This natural hair of mine'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/SbJNFImXHfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/PLmbwxVuSVc/s72-c/2006-afro-short.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8619574240520026736</id><published>2009-03-06T10:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:55:38.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be joyful, shift the world :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Everytime you make a conscious choice to experience an uplifted thought, a high frequency vibration of joy, gratitude or appreciation, there is a shift in the entire matrix of humanity. Every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8619574240520026736?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8619574240520026736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8619574240520026736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8619574240520026736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8619574240520026736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-joyful-shift-world.html' title='Be joyful, shift the world :-)'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2334773806870852913</id><published>2009-03-01T20:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:59:58.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Delightful self-absorption</title><content type='html'>Him: I really enjoyed talking to you. I like you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (No hesitation and laughing...even I was surprised) I like me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I darn do...I like me very much! So much so that I have zero tolerance for my and other peoples drama. There's only space and time for loads and loads of liking :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2334773806870852913?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2334773806870852913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2334773806870852913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2334773806870852913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2334773806870852913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/03/delightful-self-absorption.html' title='Delightful self-absorption'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8893117694895115401</id><published>2009-02-28T12:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:51:31.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking to the children</title><content type='html'>They're coming in ready.&lt;br /&gt;They're more intelligent and tuned in to their divinity&lt;br /&gt;Less agreeable with control and manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Watch them in action&lt;br /&gt;They're here to teach love. A divine love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to something else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a first experience...and I LOVE first time experiences :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy passing me on the street, gave me one of the toothiest smiles ever, consisting of all but two big rabbit teeth, and chirped in the cheeriest of voices "Hello African!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only smile back and chirp "Hello" with as much gusto as he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like the most comrade like greeting I've ever received. It made me think "hey! I'm African! cool!" *giggle*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8893117694895115401?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8893117694895115401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8893117694895115401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8893117694895115401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8893117694895115401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-to-children.html' title='Looking to the children'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-4761676543070657465</id><published>2009-02-15T22:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:13:07.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To take or not to take vitamin supplements</title><content type='html'>Doctors will tell you that a healthy diet is enough to cover all vitamin and mineral requirements and that vitamins are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People (me included) who take GOOD vitamin supplement pills daily will tell you that they never or rarely get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-4761676543070657465?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/4761676543070657465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=4761676543070657465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4761676543070657465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4761676543070657465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-take-or-not-to-take-vitamin.html' title='To take or not to take vitamin supplements'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2696205006888263453</id><published>2009-02-14T11:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:53:37.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My one wish</title><content type='html'>I have the lamp...have rubbed it...and the big great genie wishes to grant me one wish....what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wish to embody unconditional love and live to my souls highest potential"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's no turning back now...wohoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2696205006888263453?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2696205006888263453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2696205006888263453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2696205006888263453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2696205006888263453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-one-wish.html' title='My one wish'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8219843468147921008</id><published>2009-02-13T16:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:16:28.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding unwanted realities/manifestations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"According to the law of attraction whatever we fixate on we manifest. Therefore whatever we invalidate has to be manifested for us to learn the lesson of the experience, as well as the value of its existence. As a result, whatever we fear, we attract to be manifested, because emotions are only currents of energy with different frequencies containing different experiences and lessons." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.io.com/%7Eembrace/vibration.html"&gt;Principles of vibration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8219843468147921008?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8219843468147921008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8219843468147921008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8219843468147921008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8219843468147921008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/02/understanding-unwanted.html' title='Understanding unwanted realities/manifestations'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3121518724640871194</id><published>2009-02-12T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:25:42.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;“Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.”&lt;/span&gt; Budha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3121518724640871194?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3121518724640871194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3121518724640871194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3121518724640871194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3121518724640871194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-to-you.html' title='Listening to you'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-749937934250813608</id><published>2009-02-07T10:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:15:59.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose carefully, but choose you must</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Each of you has the response-ability to choose the thoughts and the creations you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; desire. Some of you will choose freedom--because you cannot stand being contained any longer--the lies are simply too great a burden to perpetuate. Others of you will choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; imprisonment--for the fear of freedom and the responsibility for personal choice is too much to bear.&lt;/span&gt; Kenyon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-749937934250813608?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/749937934250813608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=749937934250813608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/749937934250813608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/749937934250813608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/02/choose-carefully-but-choose-you-must.html' title='Choose carefully, but choose you must'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7339101875048350552</id><published>2009-02-05T17:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:33:34.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The fish that keeps getting away</title><content type='html'>We always want to know&lt;br /&gt;And then we want others to know that we know&lt;br /&gt;We want them to know what we know&lt;br /&gt;Creating confining reality&lt;br /&gt;But isn't the state of not-knowing more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing and being curious&lt;br /&gt;Being playfully curious&lt;br /&gt;Embracing awe and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Being the detached observer of concepts&lt;br /&gt;Not needing to pack everything in neat "safe" boxes&lt;br /&gt;Not needing to identify one self in any one or many ways&lt;br /&gt;Just observing, moulding, musing, trying&lt;br /&gt;before releasing every concept&lt;br /&gt;Remaining curious, free, undefined, undefining.&lt;br /&gt;Infinite and eternal.&lt;br /&gt;Is this not the goal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7339101875048350552?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7339101875048350552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7339101875048350552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7339101875048350552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7339101875048350552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/02/fish-that-keeps-getting-away.html' title='The fish that keeps getting away'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-9130551582584748052</id><published>2009-02-02T22:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:24:51.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have a problem with the state of the world</title><content type='html'>Excerpts from "A thousand words for joy" by Byron Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn it around: save your world. Isn't that why you want to save the world in the first place? So that you can be happy? Well skip the middleman, and be happy from here! You're it. You're the one. In this turnaround you remain active, but there's no fear in it, no internal war. So it ceases to be war trying to teach peace. War cant teach peace. Only peace can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To think that we need sadness or outrage to motivate us to do what's right is insane. As if the clearer and happier you get, the less kind you become. As if when someone finds freedom, she just sits around all day with drool running down her chin. My experience is the opposite. Love is action. It's clear, it's kind, it's effortless, and it's irresistible."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-9130551582584748052?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/9130551582584748052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=9130551582584748052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/9130551582584748052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/9130551582584748052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-have-problem-with-state-of-world.html' title='If you have a problem with the state of the world'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2889999620869226071</id><published>2009-01-29T18:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:00:46.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My walls are down</title><content type='html'>You're in&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Even when my eyes are closed&lt;br /&gt;I want to caress you with my eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;Love you with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Leave you without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need you&lt;br /&gt;I'm whole, wonderfully blessed&lt;br /&gt;I desire you, want you&lt;br /&gt;Consciously, deliberately&lt;br /&gt;With glee and delight&lt;br /&gt;You're in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Sasha's "Halo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2889999620869226071?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2889999620869226071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2889999620869226071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2889999620869226071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2889999620869226071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-walls-are-down.html' title='My walls are down'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-1858111404362643688</id><published>2009-01-28T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:24:11.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1858111404362643688?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1858111404362643688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1858111404362643688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1858111404362643688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1858111404362643688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm.html' title='hmmm....'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-452880661382918996</id><published>2009-01-26T03:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:06:11.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream</title><content type='html'>That i was riding a white unicorn&lt;br /&gt;And a pheonix was flying with us&lt;br /&gt;We held between us a tapestry&lt;br /&gt;that rained droplets of peace and love&lt;br /&gt;All over mother earth&lt;br /&gt;And when we were done&lt;br /&gt;We landed on a most beautiful beach on Tahiti&lt;br /&gt;And there we sat Unicorn, me and pheonix&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, tiger strolled from the forest and joined us&lt;br /&gt;And there we watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;in absolute blissful silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-452880661382918996?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/452880661382918996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=452880661382918996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/452880661382918996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/452880661382918996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2522505008833574320</id><published>2009-01-24T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:40:47.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth from a broader perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"The same law applies on the earth plane but humanity does not quite believe it; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;as you think so you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, is a well-established and worthwhile truth. If you must buy a belief system, buy this one!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2522505008833574320?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2522505008833574320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2522505008833574320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2522505008833574320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2522505008833574320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth-from-broader-perspective.html' title='Truth from a broader perspective'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2007438353542605175</id><published>2009-01-21T23:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:12:18.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is going to be entertaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every governmental agency or department should know, Mr. Obama said, that his administration stands not “on the side of those who want to withhold information but those who seek to make it known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...guess some truths will be coming forth now. One day in office and he's changed rules on lobbying and salaries...cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2007438353542605175?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2007438353542605175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2007438353542605175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2007438353542605175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2007438353542605175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-going-to-be-entertaining.html' title='This is going to be entertaining'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-5723055581513160161</id><published>2009-01-21T11:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:09:39.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God has a sense of humour</title><content type='html'>His name literally means "blessing"&lt;br /&gt;It is no coincidence then that he speaks powerfully of blessings&lt;br /&gt;He speaks of humility, co-operation and our strong spirits&lt;br /&gt;He speaks of a new age and freedom for all&lt;br /&gt;He speaks of new schools and specifically of science and dogmas being put in their rightful place&lt;br /&gt;He speaks of living in harmony with mother earth&lt;br /&gt;Powerful powerful words of blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and light to Barack Obama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-5723055581513160161?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/5723055581513160161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=5723055581513160161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5723055581513160161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5723055581513160161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-has-sense-of-humour.html' title='God has a sense of humour'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7013142047951209159</id><published>2009-01-20T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:01:15.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the mould - question traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Is repetitive action virtuous action?   If behavior and conduct are merely repetitive  processes then all human relationships actually cease.   If I behave mechanically every day,  - repeating a certain code of conduct which I have learnt,  which I find profitable, or which is pleasant,  repeating that over and over again,  - my relationship with you ceases, completely -  I have become a machine.&lt;/span&gt;        - J. Krishnamurti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7013142047951209159?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7013142047951209159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7013142047951209159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7013142047951209159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7013142047951209159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/break-mould-question-traditions.html' title='Break the mould - question traditions'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2366726092461610952</id><published>2009-01-19T07:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:40:43.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time for a new dance</title><content type='html'>Everything now is orchestrating to get us to look within&lt;br /&gt;To get us to connect to our being essence&lt;br /&gt;To get us to be acceptance, peace, love and joy&lt;br /&gt;Look at the things keeping you from these states as distractions&lt;br /&gt;Look within...look within...we are created complete...divine&lt;br /&gt;Find practices that aid you in looking within...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2366726092461610952?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2366726092461610952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2366726092461610952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2366726092461610952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2366726092461610952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-time-for-new-dance.html' title='Its time for a new dance'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8102579356904953529</id><published>2009-01-18T13:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:31:41.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn abouts</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Life is not about finding yourself, Life is about creating yourself&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8102579356904953529?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8102579356904953529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8102579356904953529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8102579356904953529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8102579356904953529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/turn-abouts.html' title='Turn abouts'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3628291699643620930</id><published>2009-01-18T12:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:29:53.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of the closet</title><content type='html'>I used to say I'm NOT (said with a lot of vehemence) religious but that I'm spiritual, without ever really knowing what spirit is. Last year was an initiation of sorts into this knowing, and I'm amazed at this "new" world that is unfolding right before my blessed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the same and yet completely different, things like: higher/inner being, animal guides, spirit guides, lunar magic, numerology, astrology, the divine goddess, the magical healing powers of sound and the universal laws - make ABSOLUTE sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most precious gift of spirit is knowing that the "Self is the creator of own reality".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is infinitely more to everything than what meets the eye....and it is truly magnificent :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3628291699643620930?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3628291699643620930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3628291699643620930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3628291699643620930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3628291699643620930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-out-of-closet.html' title='Coming out of the closet'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-209911606261813131</id><published>2009-01-16T16:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:31:36.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing that I intended to be here now</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You are not spirits trying to awaken from the dream. Awakening is easy. You just die and go Home, and that is that. No problem. Staying here and carrying the light within your physical body in your daily experiences is where the challenge is, and you are doing incredibly well&lt;/span&gt;." The group&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-209911606261813131?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/209911606261813131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=209911606261813131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/209911606261813131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/209911606261813131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/knowing-that-i-intended-to-be-here-now.html' title='Knowing that I intended to be here now'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-5408068895320088097</id><published>2009-01-12T15:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:17:53.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me too...me too</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="60"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td class="intro" width="360"&gt;I finally realized, my task was not to figure out the one answer but to learn how to live...&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;—&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231769807_0"&gt;Marjorie Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td width="60"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.oprah.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="60" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-5408068895320088097?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/5408068895320088097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=5408068895320088097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5408068895320088097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5408068895320088097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-toome-too.html' title='Me too...me too'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-6246553827406826141</id><published>2009-01-09T23:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:29:07.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I sing you to me</title><content type='html'>Ah the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart song&lt;br /&gt;Beckoning you&lt;br /&gt;Softly, with sure velvety tunes&lt;br /&gt;Sang huskily but surely and oh so joyfully&lt;br /&gt;Calling you unmistakably to me&lt;br /&gt;For as my heart sings and dances to the song&lt;br /&gt;My body trembles and yearns to yield to you&lt;br /&gt;Completely, gently, fully.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heart song?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;And you come. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-6246553827406826141?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/6246553827406826141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=6246553827406826141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6246553827406826141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6246553827406826141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-sing-you-to-me.html' title='I sing you to me'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-5513764873070161319</id><published>2009-01-07T12:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:04:56.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it! Get happy :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything that I think that I need to do is all only in order to propel me to some place that when I get there, I think I will be happier. So, everything that I am doing, no matter what it is, all of my lists of rights and wrongs… are all about me getting to a manifestation that I believe I will then be happier... So, why don’t I take a short cut and just go get happy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Abraham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-5513764873070161319?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/5513764873070161319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=5513764873070161319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5513764873070161319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5513764873070161319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-do-it-get-happy.html' title='Just do it! Get happy :-)'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2122610976071736570</id><published>2009-01-06T09:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:34:55.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering our true essence in 2009</title><content type='html'>Our true core being is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unconditional love for self and all that is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unbridled joy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace and well being.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wisdom and knowing what we need to know at all times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self love, reflection and self appreciation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harmony and connection with all that is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolute freedom and infinite abundance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eternal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what we REALLY are. These are not qualities we "&lt;em&gt;have" &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;"acquire"&lt;/em&gt; through doing or other means. WE ARE THESE QUALITIES :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that we &lt;em&gt;"have"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"acquire"&lt;/em&gt; (as lovely as these things are) we lose...we can NEVER lose ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We come forth to experience life and experience that which we are not, so we can know more fully what we really are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The EGO is instrumental in this journey of self discovery. The EGO is a wonderful precious gift. Wierd eh? Especially given that the EGO is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conditional love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadness and Despair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fear and Sickness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doubt and Ignorance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self criticism and judgment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Separatism, i.e. separate self and disconnection from all else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inhibition, Restriction, Scarcity and powerlessness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doomed to die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT...in experiencing ourselves as that which we are not...that is EGO...we know ourselves better as that which we really are...we come home to who we are with a heightened appreciation...expanded...more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know who you REALLY are in 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2122610976071736570?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2122610976071736570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2122610976071736570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2122610976071736570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2122610976071736570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/remembering-our-true-essence-in-2009.html' title='Remembering our true essence in 2009'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-919046189500160936</id><published>2009-01-03T18:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:32:02.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spellbound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/SV-g4UpSZdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NNYVOfsGrYg/s1600-h/jada-will-smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287121377031251410" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/SV-g4UpSZdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NNYVOfsGrYg/s320/jada-will-smith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That picture speaks volumes...yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-919046189500160936?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/919046189500160936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=919046189500160936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/919046189500160936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/919046189500160936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/spellbound.html' title='Spellbound'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HfMT7k0oZo0/SV-g4UpSZdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NNYVOfsGrYg/s72-c/jada-will-smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8677282227102218292</id><published>2009-01-03T16:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:26:56.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV's The Hills and emotional abuse</title><content type='html'>Never thought I'd be watching an MTV reality show but I caught myself  following Heidis and Spencers realtionship with interest because there's something I recognize there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually interesting to see the "emotional abuse" dynamic played out so well as it is by those two...how she "loses" her friends, has her job compromised, starts to doubt herself, how her family starrts fighting and she becomes more anxious and confused than ever before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Spencer completely ignore her pleas for anything if it is against what he wants, how he just crowds her space until she cant see herself, negating and patronising her every step of the way. Seeing how he insists on making most people enemies, playing people against each other...all very subtle but also cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripted or not...they've got the dynamics of "emotional abuse" down!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8677282227102218292?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8677282227102218292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8677282227102218292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8677282227102218292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8677282227102218292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/mtvs-hills-and-emotional-abuse.html' title='MTV&apos;s The Hills and emotional abuse'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8514109916442577713</id><published>2009-01-01T19:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:09:47.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year...and new collective beginnings</title><content type='html'>The "economic crisis" as many call it, is a new beginning of sorts. If one looks really closely at what is happening now, it is apparent that there's something amiss with the current "economic" system...and from my window it wont stop crumbling until it goes bust....and thats a VERY GOOD thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime we're realising our humanity, even though, as always, distractions in the form of war are competing for our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like the economy...other systems will begin to crumble too...the health system and education system...the media...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this comes to be, I will look to the new, and know that all is well :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is here!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8514109916442577713?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8514109916442577713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8514109916442577713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8514109916442577713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8514109916442577713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-yearand-new-collective-beginnings.html' title='A new year...and new collective beginnings'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3243827144695801830</id><published>2008-12-31T14:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:15:11.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of surrender</title><content type='html'>I can't but surrender&lt;br /&gt;to the power in me&lt;br /&gt;Others see it&lt;br /&gt;I'm done hiding from it&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still of strong will&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm also yeilding&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in this world&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm not of it&lt;br /&gt;I'm still utterly confident&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm also completely vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new year&lt;br /&gt;I come fully into knowing my infinite power&lt;br /&gt;I am a vortex of wisdom and light&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love and graceful joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to the highest good for me and life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so be it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessed blessed new year to all. May we all awaken :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3243827144695801830?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3243827144695801830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3243827144695801830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3243827144695801830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3243827144695801830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-surrender.html' title='Of surrender'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8491581910535293782</id><published>2008-12-21T17:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:54:54.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear...I'm going napptural</title><content type='html'>So this is it eh?&lt;br /&gt;Another big change at the beginning of yet another year&lt;br /&gt;Cutting of my chemical laden locks&lt;br /&gt;Exposing my funny head&lt;br /&gt;And ears&lt;br /&gt;Will be fun learning to love them&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by sites such as nappturality.com and naturalhairdigest.com&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting to know my natural hair again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going all nappy haired!&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;div 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africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-4566045687650704681</id><published>2008-12-20T09:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:51:19.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooo I have to</title><content type='html'>I've been looking to what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Looking less and less to what I dont want...&lt;br /&gt;only using the undesired as a platform for knowing what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want absolute health&lt;br /&gt;The more I read on this topic&lt;br /&gt;the more I find that the body is magnificent&lt;br /&gt;a walking divine machine&lt;br /&gt;This has hardly been my scientist ass impression&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my biiiiig degree lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I read on this topic&lt;br /&gt;the more I discover that what we call food hardly is food&lt;br /&gt;that the powers that be approve of poison as food&lt;br /&gt;and give the real food and anyone wanting to tell others of it&lt;br /&gt;a REALLY hard time&lt;br /&gt;to say the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even here in little sweet Denmark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well&lt;br /&gt;Can only say&lt;br /&gt;educate yourself on your own health&lt;br /&gt;Sickness is an anomaly (not something to be shrouded with painkillers!!!)&lt;br /&gt;health and vitality are natural!&lt;br /&gt;and the shocker?!&lt;br /&gt;Easy to attain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-4566045687650704681?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/4566045687650704681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>This is me now</title><content type='html'>I am&lt;br /&gt;free, dancing angel in the meadow&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the breeze, the sun on my skin&lt;br /&gt;smelling the flowers of life&lt;br /&gt;listening to their silence&lt;br /&gt;drinking in their beauty&lt;br /&gt;hearing the stream&lt;br /&gt;flowing with the stream&lt;br /&gt;completely trusting in life&lt;br /&gt;completely undone&lt;br /&gt;unknowing, knowing&lt;br /&gt;being unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;light, strength and truth&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-340834010041544292?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/340834010041544292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=340834010041544292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/340834010041544292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/340834010041544292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-me-now.html' title='This is me now'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3267351933041321213</id><published>2008-12-15T11:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:30:58.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What I know for sure 2008</title><content type='html'>I started this year frivolously wishing to be the best me ever. What followed was a harrowing emotional and physical rollercoaster thats left me breathless and in love with me and life :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really so hard to live a healthy happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to sacrifice tooth and nail to have what we really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be celebrating that knowing into 2009 and beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3267351933041321213?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3267351933041321213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3267351933041321213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3267351933041321213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3267351933041321213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-know-for-sure-2008.html' title='What I know for sure 2008'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-5587574403830238276</id><published>2008-12-13T23:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:58:40.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>EARTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EARTHEARTHEARTHEARTHEARTHEARTHEARTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAR THE ART HEAR THE ART HEART...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HEAR THE ART HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-5587574403830238276?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/5587574403830238276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=5587574403830238276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5587574403830238276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5587574403830238276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm...'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8884248869794507892</id><published>2008-12-12T23:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:48.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of silence and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E .E. Cummins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8884248869794507892?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8884248869794507892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8884248869794507892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8884248869794507892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8884248869794507892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-silence-and-beyond.html' title='Of silence and beyond'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-4813825066365883046</id><published>2008-12-12T22:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:32:20.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>of reaching the precipice</title><content type='html'>there's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;look forward&lt;br /&gt;to inclusionary positive growth&lt;br /&gt;to realizing were the darkness and the light&lt;br /&gt;wonderfully whole, each part playing its perfect role&lt;br /&gt;here now&lt;br /&gt;there IS NO them or then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-4813825066365883046?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/4813825066365883046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=4813825066365883046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4813825066365883046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/4813825066365883046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-reaching-precipice.html' title='of reaching the precipice'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-1610375917422791966</id><published>2008-12-11T10:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:17:11.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The people is a beast of muddy brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That knows not its own force, and therefore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Loaded with wood and stone, the powerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Of a mere child guide it with bit and rein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One kick would be enough to break the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;chain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But the beast fears, and what the child demands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It does; nor its own terror understands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Confused and stupefied by bugbears vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Most wonderful! with its own hands it ties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And gags itself — gives itself death and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For pence doled out by kings from its own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Its own are all things between earth and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But this it knows not; and if one arise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To tell this truth, it kills him unforgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Minds truly have a power of their own and a very self-defeating one if left unchecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That power is nothing, however, compared to the love and grace of the spirit and the strength and wellness of the body :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That power is everything if it is in alignment with spirit and body :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1610375917422791966?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1610375917422791966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1610375917422791966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1610375917422791966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1610375917422791966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-brain.html' title='Of the brain'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7262461276552353198</id><published>2008-12-11T09:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:38:58.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of opinions from the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Your world is pointing toward an insistence on conformity which is causing you enormous grief. It's what's at the heart of all of your religious battles, and religious battles are what are at the heart of all of your battles. In other words, all of your wars and global irritation with one another are over your determination to promote sameness. Your democracy insists that it's the only government that works. And every religion (it's interesting to note) proclaims that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; is the only one that works." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abraham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...why is it the human brain is wired to seek conformity, act out of habit and fear the unknown...when the dreaded result is usually mundaneness?&lt;br /&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/33238413-7262461276552353198?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7262461276552353198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7262461276552353198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7262461276552353198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7262461276552353198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-opinions-from-other-side.html' title='Of opinions from the other side'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7336770921782424201</id><published>2008-12-07T19:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:42:53.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of directions</title><content type='html'>"Always look to what you want instead of what you don't want." me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats easier said than done...holding thoughts of what I want for more than 20 seconds is one of hardest things to do, for me and for most people. I've however discovered that there is NO VALUE at all in thinking or worrying about things that I do not want...if I cannot act in the moment to solve whatever it is I'm not wanting then I WILL NOT give thought to it. There's just no point. Thinking about what I want makes me happier and thats the point of it all anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7336770921782424201?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7336770921782424201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7336770921782424201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7336770921782424201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7336770921782424201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-directions.html' title='Of directions'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-6600453444416016698</id><published>2008-12-06T20:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:05:41.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>of expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Get unreasonable and everything is possible, if you get reasonable you will have to lower your expectations and drop down to what every average person expects, which leads to an average life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Anthony Robbins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, I'm getting good at being very! unreasonable...and I'm having to hang on to the ride of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-6600453444416016698?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/6600453444416016698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=6600453444416016698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6600453444416016698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6600453444416016698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-expectations.html' title='of expectations'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-1039515882870132604</id><published>2008-12-04T23:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:06:47.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of matters of the heart</title><content type='html'>The heart KNOWS what the mind so eagerly is wanting to but barely understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ceasing to expect from others one starts to discover the hidden gold inside that overflows and leaves no need but feeds inspiration and loving action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1039515882870132604?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1039515882870132604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1039515882870132604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1039515882870132604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1039515882870132604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-matters-of-heart.html' title='Of matters of the heart'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7130849126918288170</id><published>2008-12-02T18:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:51:34.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>of seeking and finding</title><content type='html'>Its no secret...I've gone in search of the good things in life and I'm finding them in hordes.  My chosen journey (everyone has their own distinct unique one) has me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meditating daily (sometimes twice daily)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working out often and eating vegetarian food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writing rampages of appreciation and positive expectation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The result: I'm sometimes so silly happy that I get happy about being happy...and end up doing hops of joy :-) Its FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm noticing beautiful shades of grey on a cloudy day! I'm enjoying the rains and embracing the cold wind as it caresses my skin. Sometimes I don't even realize how wonderful it is that I'm happy about the weather until I hear how disgruntled everyone else is about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7130849126918288170?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7130849126918288170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7130849126918288170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7130849126918288170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7130849126918288170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-seeking-and-finding.html' title='of seeking and finding'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3404573265295052802</id><published>2008-12-01T09:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:40:51.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of lessons on love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; do is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infused&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; do it. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ego &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;guns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; rid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;guns&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Excerpted&lt;/span&gt; from A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Return&lt;/span&gt; to Love: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Reflections&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Principles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Course&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; rid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM rid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment to moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; to do it&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brilliant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;colorful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;divine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3404573265295052802?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3404573265295052802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3404573265295052802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3404573265295052802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3404573265295052802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/12/everything-we-do-is-infused-with-energy.html' title='Of lessons on love'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-6133403721186320321</id><published>2008-11-30T11:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:31:47.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of heralding the season in cocktails</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Violet Martini (French violet liqueur shaken with Hendrick’s gin, a touch of vanilla and rosé &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Champagne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mango &amp;amp; Basil Daiquri (Mango puree, fresh juice and torn basil leaves shaken with La Maunay Agricole rum and Angostura 3 year white rum)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Apple Smash (Fresh green apple, lime juice and mint muddled with Zubrowka vodka and apple liqueur and lengthened with &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Champagne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Almonds Are Forever (Stolichnaya Vanil vodka and Amaretto liqueur with a piece of marzipan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lovely cocktails each (cant remember the last two...lol...something to do with chocolate and cherries), all dolled up, lovely cocktail bar!!!, cute men (I should have told the cutie that he was cute lol...ah well there's always a next time) great company (cheers bebes ;-)) and talk of cats, shoes and clothes...as always :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It already is a very merry Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-6133403721186320321?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/6133403721186320321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=6133403721186320321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6133403721186320321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/6133403721186320321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-heralding-season-in-cocktails.html' title='Of heralding the season in cocktails'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3878756497284791926</id><published>2008-11-28T09:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:19:30.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of what I want for christmas</title><content type='html'>A silent anti-gravity s-class and slr mercedes&lt;br /&gt;My very own herb and flower garden (and a gardener to boot ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;Free wireless electrical energy&lt;br /&gt;A one person pyramid in clear crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty simple lol&lt;br /&gt;Not too much to ask :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3878756497284791926?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3878756497284791926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3878756497284791926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3878756497284791926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3878756497284791926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-what-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='Of what I want for christmas'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3925266243037088397</id><published>2008-11-28T08:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:59:10.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of it being true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"There are no happier people on this planet than those who decide that they want something, define what they want, get hold of the feeling of it even before it's manifestation, and then joyously watch the unfolding, as piece by piece, by piece it begins to unfold. That's the feeling of your hands in the clay" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abraham Hicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught not to expect too much...how wrong they were&lt;br /&gt;I was taught to expect the worst so I wasn't disappointed...how wrong they were&lt;br /&gt;I was taught not to trust in joy, goodness and magnificence...to be realistic and down to earth...HOW WRONG THEY WERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm teaching myself different&lt;br /&gt;and even in the process of knowing well being abounds&lt;br /&gt;I am ecstatic and knowing it gets better!&lt;br /&gt;Just think!&lt;br /&gt;Wohoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unfolding&lt;br /&gt;In ways I NEVER imagined!&lt;br /&gt;and I can only be softly wondrously appreciative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3925266243037088397?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3925266243037088397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3925266243037088397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3925266243037088397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3925266243037088397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-it-being-true.html' title='Of it being true'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-8876407599553407995</id><published>2008-11-26T22:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:01:05.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of me, conciously living</title><content type='html'>I think the simplest message in conscious living, for me, has been how every moment is about choosing love or fear. Thats it! All the other emotions are different expressions of those two...actually some teachings go as far as saying that there is only love and the dis-allowing of love (fear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so simple yet its like trying to tightly grab hold of a wet bar of soap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the different forms of fear are so interesting to identify as well lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird looking at me now and not being scared of the big bad boogie man inside me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving me when I'm: quiet, loving, hating, noisy, clumsy, funny, silly, dancing, lazying, complaining, creating, wanting, inspiring, laughing, sighing, enjoying, growing, learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing there are states I prefer and deliberately cultivating those, while making nothing of the states I don't prefer...they just are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just am...in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I am loved beyond imagination.--feeling blessed, supported, celebrated, empowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm peace :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-8876407599553407995?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/8876407599553407995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=8876407599553407995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8876407599553407995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/8876407599553407995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-me-conciously-living.html' title='Of me, conciously living'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2194466450057352454</id><published>2008-11-21T13:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:26:01.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches, but to reveal to him his own.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Benjamin Disraeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it when friends  share their favorite quotes with me. Inspiring words have really become an integral part of my life now...and in an all affirming spirit...I am a friend who does the above&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2194466450057352454?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2194466450057352454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2194466450057352454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2194466450057352454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2194466450057352454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-goodness.html' title='Of goodness'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-5565543224113451021</id><published>2008-11-19T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:38:11.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraham says...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just do your best to keep yourself in balance. One of the first things that causes Energy misalignment, is asking or demanding too much of yourself in terms of time and effort. In other words, you just cannot burn the candle at both ends, so that you are physically tired, and then expect yourself to have a cheerful attitude. So, the rule of thumb has to be: "I'm going to be very, very, very happy, and then do everything I have time to do after that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."--- Abraham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I agree whole heartedly :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-5565543224113451021?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/5565543224113451021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=5565543224113451021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5565543224113451021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5565543224113451021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/abraham-says.html' title='Abraham says...'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-1988097213991247923</id><published>2008-11-19T20:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:46:33.381+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of re-balancing</title><content type='html'>My out of balance Monday got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I expect others to behave differently in order for me to be happy, I know that they are offering me a wonderful opportunity for self realization. I realized that I really dislike myself when I act "nice" because I'm scared of making other people unhappy. Especially when they seem completely oblivious to the fact that they are a source of irritation and displeasure to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being less "nice". Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some meditation, gyming and spaing...It occurs to me that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sky, how it changes faces, light now and then dark, how it offers contrast and contours even on the greyest of days, how lovely it is to see the sun peeping for behind the clouds on a crispy November day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feel of the cold air on my face when the rest of me is cocooned in warm clothes. I love the colors of the leaves on the trees in the fall...red, amber, copper, bright yellow! Especially against a clear blue sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching cute dogs being dogs...so easily distracted by anything that moves, sounds or smells. I love watching cute cats...playful as hell even when they have one leg in the grave ;-) I love waking up to the sound of birds chirping as I slowly wake trying to decipher what the hell that song is about :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling my body ache from all the excercise, feeling my heart beat so strongly that I feel the blood pulsing even in my feet, I love being vibrant, alive, present and grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being on set, pretending to do, redoing, then redoing again only differently, then waiting, then some more pretending :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life! and I have a niggly bubbly feeling that life loves me too ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-1988097213991247923?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/1988097213991247923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=1988097213991247923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1988097213991247923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/1988097213991247923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-re-balancing.html' title='Of re-balancing'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2015855453402693832</id><published>2008-11-18T13:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:26:23.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of uncharacteristic conversations</title><content type='html'>Me: (smiling serenely and sweetly) Do you know what this facial expression means?&lt;br /&gt;Him: (Confused and hesitant, as I've stopped him mid sentence)...er...no...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Very sweetly and slowly) It means "shut the f*** up! I've given my final answer dunderhead! Which part of no dont you understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2015855453402693832?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2015855453402693832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2015855453402693832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2015855453402693832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2015855453402693832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-uncharacteristic-conversations.html' title='Of uncharacteristic conversations'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7654489484959896423</id><published>2008-11-14T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:50:40.495+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of mind over matter lol</title><content type='html'>'&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dr. Suess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7654489484959896423?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7654489484959896423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7654489484959896423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7654489484959896423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7654489484959896423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-mind-over-matter-lol.html' title='Of mind over matter lol'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2679325971523271109</id><published>2008-11-13T11:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:17:38.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of being who you want to be...now...today</title><content type='html'>I just watched Maria Shriver on Oprah talking about her book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1401323189?tag=sosime-20&amp;amp;camp=14573&amp;amp;creative=327641&amp;amp;linkCode=as1&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1401323189&amp;amp;adid=08E97X536RX6EYVJF0W8&amp;amp;"&gt;Just Who Will You Be&lt;/a&gt;? and I loved the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a 50 something woman admitting to still discovering herself and reaching for higher heights of  her true self...unencumbered by "roles", "rules" and "should bes". She wrote the following 10 pledges to help her be who she wants to be, and urges everyone to do the same (I already have mine and I reflect on them everyday!!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marias pledges:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; 1. I pledge to “show up” in my life as myself, not as an imitation of anyone else.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 2. I pledge to avoid using the word “just” to describe myself. For example, I won’t say, “I’m just a mother,” “I’m just a student” or “I’m just an ordinary person.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 3. I pledge to give myself ten minutes of silence and stillness every day to get in touch with my heart and hear my own voice.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 4. I pledge to use my voice to connect my dreams to my actions.    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. I pledge to use my voice to empower myself and others.    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. I pledge to serve my community at least once a year in a way that will benefit other people.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 7. I pledge to ask myself, “Who am I? What do I believe in? What am I grateful for? What do I want my life to stand for?”    &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. I pledge to sit down and write my own mission statement.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 9. I pledge to live my own legacy.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 10. And I pledge to pass it on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;I think perhaps the biggest scare of approaching life this way is that there is no recipe for success. Success is not being a mother, being married, having a career as x...UNLESS one has consciously chosen those things from a place of acceptance of oneself. I LOVE IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was saying that for most women saying NO to anyone is usually the beginning of a negotiation and discussion...when NO is a perfectly finite answer in itself. To which Oprah said that when she says NO to someone and the recipient of the NO does not accept it...she knows that the person is trying to control her. Hmmmm....will be using that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2679325971523271109?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2679325971523271109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2679325971523271109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2679325971523271109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2679325971523271109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-being-who-you-want-to-benowtoday.html' title='Of being who you want to be...now...today'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-5751301009922841425</id><published>2008-11-12T19:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:40:51.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of favorite Abe quotes</title><content type='html'>A happy life is just a string of happy moments.But most people don't allow the happy moment, because they're so busy trying to get a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savor more; fix less. Laugh more; cry less. Anticipate positively more; anticipate negatively less. . . . .Nothing is more important than that you feel good - just practice that and watch what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the way you would like to feel is the easier way to hold your thoughts in vibrational alignment with that which you believe is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an emotional journey first, more than it is a fixing something in physical form journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make peace with your worst case scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't get it wrong and you'll never get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people that need you to do something different so that they can feel betteryou want to say to them"you are deeply troubled, and I am not your solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were standing in your physical shoes, our marriage vows would go exactly like this: “I like you pretty good, let’s see how it goes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You intended to enjoy through action what you had created throught thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the grand finale:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loved, and you are worthy, and you are valued andlife is suppose to be good for you. You are worthy, you arevalued, you are loved and life is supposed to be good foryou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abraham-hicks.com/lawofattractionsource/index.php"&gt;Abraham Hicks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-5751301009922841425?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/5751301009922841425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=5751301009922841425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5751301009922841425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/5751301009922841425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-favorite-abe-quotes.html' title='Of favorite Abe quotes'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2659931914539940371</id><published>2008-11-11T20:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:23:41.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of redefining Pride</title><content type='html'>Overcoming limiting beliefs is about redefining definitions. I've already written about how "Selfishness" is defined in society to be a "bad" thing...I've redefined it to be a good thing. The way I see it, I only really have my "self"  as a point of reference for everything else. I am innately selfish, first and foremost...I cannot! not be selfish. Endorsing a societal negative definition of selfishness only puts my "self" at cross roads with itself...which has been my past experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Pride...here's another one of those "states of being" that have a commonly held negative connotation. I've come across a definition that enhances my life experience...rather than limiting it...and that I now fully endorse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride: The recognition, appreciation and celebration of my beauty as an individual and as part of all that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2659931914539940371?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2659931914539940371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2659931914539940371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2659931914539940371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2659931914539940371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-redefining-pride.html' title='Of redefining Pride'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-2807434075114987348</id><published>2008-11-10T17:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:46:05.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>of the power of APPRECIATION</title><content type='html'>This has by far been the funnest life changing tool so far.&lt;br /&gt;What better way to spend time on a bus, on the train or cycling&lt;br /&gt;than to speak and sing appreciation for what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to learn a whole new language&lt;br /&gt;As many others, I was used to beating the drum of what was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Complaining or commenting on the slightest things that were array&lt;br /&gt;It took some will power in the beginning to stop.&lt;br /&gt;To stop that ferocious powerful complaining steam engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing, smelling, feeling things MORE!&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wonderful and magnificent&lt;br /&gt;Trees that once were invincible to me&lt;br /&gt;Are magical and ethereal!&lt;br /&gt;And their free to look at and everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I have such deep appreciation for what is! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-2807434075114987348?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/2807434075114987348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=2807434075114987348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2807434075114987348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/2807434075114987348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-power-of-appreciation.html' title='of the power of APPRECIATION'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-990485681197374166</id><published>2008-11-08T16:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:00:07.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of getting what you give</title><content type='html'>In the span of the last couple of weeks I've heard different people express that "the world is not a bed of roses" in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the world is what you make it. If you say and think it is not a bed of roses...then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-990485681197374166?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/990485681197374166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=990485681197374166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/990485681197374166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/990485681197374166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-getting-what-you-give.html' title='Of getting what you give'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7070921751237772406</id><published>2008-11-07T20:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:36:16.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of momentous realizations</title><content type='html'>Something in the danish papers today got me to look up speeches by Abraham Lincoln and JFK...Obama's speeches bear the same general sense of integrity and vision...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7070921751237772406?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7070921751237772406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7070921751237772406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7070921751237772406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7070921751237772406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-momentous-realizations.html' title='Of momentous realizations'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-3654189743409444873</id><published>2008-11-06T14:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:45:27.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of being the damsel NOT in distress</title><content type='html'>There is something&lt;br /&gt;about being femininely powerful,&lt;br /&gt;perfectly capable yet softly yielding&lt;br /&gt;that makes men want to do things for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching in amused bewildered enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;the unfolding and effect of this new me&lt;br /&gt;there may yet be one&lt;br /&gt;to make this divine me&lt;br /&gt;come deliciously undone :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-3654189743409444873?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/3654189743409444873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=3654189743409444873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3654189743409444873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/3654189743409444873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-being-dasmsel-not-in-distress.html' title='Of being the damsel NOT in distress'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33238413.post-7106162190597841071</id><published>2008-11-05T15:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:10:48.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Of directional changes</title><content type='html'>"Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends...though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks like he'll be redefining democracy into something more uniting and individually empowering...brilliant! I'm with!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33238413-7106162190597841071?l=galafricana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/feeds/7106162190597841071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33238413&amp;postID=7106162190597841071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7106162190597841071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33238413/posts/default/7106162190597841071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://galafricana.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-directional-changes.html' title='Of directional changes'/><author><name>gal africana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00488086033022922619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
