That Fur Coat

Written by Robina Hearle

That Fur Coat.

Women ofrepparttar World! Do you really need animal skins to make yourselves look more beautiful than you already are? Does wearing dead cats, dogs, mink, ferrets and foxes enhance your feeling of well-being, beauty and self worth? Will this year’s frippery be next years throw outs? Will all those animals have given their lives for you in vain? The emotional vibrations of fear and misery fromrepparttar 122109 animals will be held inrepparttar 122110 pelt just as it is in meat. I wonder how healthy this is forrepparttar 122111 wearer. The animal kingdoms which live alongside us are our teachers. Through them we learn about compassion, love and beauty. They patiently teach us care and devotion. The animals often sacrifice themselves in order that we experience these things and so learn to knowrepparttar 122112 ‘more’ of who we are.[You don’t know who you are until you know what you are not]. I ask all of you, asrepparttar 122113 supposedly most advanced race onrepparttar 122114 planet’ do we not have a ‘duty of care’?’ Are we not responsible as guardians forrepparttar 122115 animals in our care? Yet, look at what we do to them! We hunt for sport, kill for fun and monetary gain. We breed animals for reasons like their fleet feet or looks, often producing genetic heritages which cause pain and discomfort during their lives. What monsters we have become! We are still so nearrepparttar 122116 gladiatorial ring- what next in our excesses? Shall we return to watching people kill each other for our amusement and pleasure? Beauty, ‘looking good’ what are these things really about? Could it be about feelings that we are unlovable, unworthy, not good enough and lacking in self-worth? There is nothing wrong in wanting to look good and no judgement attached to this, however when we take it to extremes are we not fooling ourselves aboutrepparttar 122117 reasons for it- aren’t we just trying to cover up our perceived inadequacies?

Growing a Green Thumb

Written by Dale Power

I receivedrepparttar call at 9:00 inrepparttar 122108 morning on a Saturday. I normally try to takerepparttar 122109 weekends off. I also normally fail in this effort, because of one thing or another, that can be addressed elsewhere though.

“Dale, come quick, Molly is sick!” I had no clue who Molly was, but when you get an emergency call, sometimes little things like understanding what is going on take second seat to action.

I rushed over to Hanna’s house as quickly asrepparttar 122110 law, and a little bending of space-time would allow. When I got there I half expected to see an ambulance waiting byrepparttar 122111 front door. It would not have beenrepparttar 122112 first time my healing skills had been called on in a pinch.

Instead I was met by Hanna. “Come quick, she’s in here! I don’t know what to do!”

Inside, as I looked past her, laying on a table byrepparttar 122113 window was Molly. A fine potted plant. Actually she looked a little wilted and had a tinge of brown around a few leaves. As I moved in for a closer look I could see this was one unhappy plant! Not fine at all!

No, really. I meanrepparttar 122114 plant was sad, unhappy, depressed. Wilted.

“Your cats been bothering Molly hasn’t she?” I asked. “Your plants not damaged, its …Annoyed!”

She admitted that Dolly, her cat, had been seen onrepparttar 122115 table a lot lately. A few minutes later, after talking torepparttar 122116 cat, who agreed to stay away fromrepparttar 122117 plant with only a small bribe, an extra saucer of cream every now and then,repparttar 122118 cause ofrepparttar 122119 problem was fixed.

“Now for a bit of work on Molly and we will be all set.” I centered myself more completely and went into a deep state of concentration and conceptual thought. Working with plants is one ofrepparttar 122120 simplest and most rewarding of allrepparttar 122121 basic psychic skills. Once you ask a plant to grow and describe to it what you wish,repparttar 122122 plant will take it from there and grow. Around two weeks later I got a call from Hanna. “What did you do to my plant?” I noticed that she seemed pleased and promised to be over later to look at it. When I arrived she took me straight to Molly. The plant that had been, if not on deaths door, closer than she should have been, had changed a bit. In to weeks she had more than tripled her size and foliage. Where she had one flower before, she now had dozens. In fact she had more than her kind of plant normally does. By several times! Hanna then confided in me that while she loved plants, they had an unfortunate tendency to die on her after a few weeks to a month or so. She sighed and gave me a forlorn look. “I would give anything to have a green thumb.” I told her to grow one. Before anyone thinks that being a jerk is a hobby of mine, let me explain! Hanna was a long time meditator and practiced at several psychic techniques and basic skill sets. It was well within her ability to do what I had done with Molly. In fact with practice and dedication she could likely be even better at it than I was.

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