<?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-14565803</id><updated>2012-02-01T20:47:50.103+01:00</updated><category term='Fantasy and general weirdness'/><category term='Zebras'/><category term='My artsy world'/><category term='Traveling the world'/><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRPRuCj6xAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/PIIoAGAXAZo/s400/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/><category term='The land of serious links'/><category term='My introspective world'/><category term='Information blah-blah'/><category term='Opinionated? Me?'/><category term='My poetic world'/><category term='Panicky stuff'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRk3amx1DYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/FN0pFPeT5E4/s1600/express_yourself_508285.jpg'/><category term='My world of thoughts'/><category term='my little world'/><category term='All sorts of lists'/><category term='Tests and such'/><category term='The land of funny links'/><category term='My world of books films and quotes'/><category term='I love comix'/><category term='My world of silliness'/><title type='text'>Ziip-e fljy!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>910</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-8706853517464104907</id><published>2011-12-28T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:19:39.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost comments</title><content type='html'>UPDATE: I am trying out the instructions here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ellenshapiro.com/blog/2010/02/so-you-want-to-move-your-comments-from-haloscan-to-blogger/&lt;br /&gt;but I cannot seem to do it. Basically because the instructions are not updated to the programs.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody with a clue that possibly could help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit sad. I swapped comment service for my blog, and all the comments that has ever been made in this blog is now deleted forever. New comments from now on will stay, but the old ones are still gone. Maybe I can retrieve them, but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;I think the file that contain all the comments is an XML file. The blog service that I used before was called &lt;a href="http://aboutecho.com/"&gt;Echo: (Link&lt;/a&gt; to Echo)&lt;br /&gt;If anybody has a clue, I would be extremely grateful for help or suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;Sad me&lt;br /&gt;- Åsa&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: I have the comments in an XML file: aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com-comments.xml&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I don't know how to export them to Blogger. If anybody knows I am happy about any kind of help :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-8706853517464104907?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8706853517464104907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost-comments.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8706853517464104907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8706853517464104907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost-comments.html' title='Lost comments'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-3568271198667070109</id><published>2011-12-19T16:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:39:39.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lojong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, I think the way is to stop identifying with thoughts, and let them go. But if one must have thoughts, it is better to choose them, than to let &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;choose or control &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe this list can inspire you to choose some good thoughts to be a part of who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lojong"&gt;Lojong&lt;/a&gt; is mind training, a practice in the Tibetan Buddhist tradition based on a set of aphorisms formulated in Tibet in the 12th century by Geshe Chekhawa. The practice involves refining and purifying one's motivations and attitudes. The fifty-nine or so proverbs that form the root text of the mind training practice are designed as a set of antidotes to undesired mental habits that cause suffering. Prominent teachers who have popularized this practice in the West include Pthe 14th Dalai Lama and ema Chodron. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKX-m22ZMCI/AAAAAAAABw4/kuVRq3pZ3Ic/s1600/picture-620.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKX-m22ZMCI/AAAAAAAABw4/kuVRq3pZ3Ic/s320/picture-620.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523100461551923234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aphorisms on mind training listed below are paraphrased from a translation of the Tibetan original.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, train in the preliminaries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find the consciousness you had before you were born.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let even the remedy itself drop away naturally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay in the primeval consciousness, the basis of everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you breathe in, take in and accept all the sadness, pain, and negativity of the whole world, including yourself, and absorb it into your heart. As you breathe out, pour out all your joy and bliss; bless the whole of existence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand your attachments, your aversions, and your indifference, and love them all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apply these proverbs in everything you do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When practicing unconditional acceptance, start with yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When everything goes wrong, treat disaster as a way to wake up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take all the blame yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be grateful to everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't worry – there's nothing real about your confusion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When something unexpected happens, in that very moment, treat it as a meditation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work with the Five Forces. The Five Forces are:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be intense, be committed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Familiarization – get used to doing and being what you want to do and to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cultivate the white seeds, not the black ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn totally away from all your ego trips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dedicate all the merits of what you do for the benefit of others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice these Five Forces and you are ready for death at any moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All teachings have the same goal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow the inner witness rather than the outer ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always have the support of a joyful mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practicing even when distracted is good training.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always observe these three points:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regularity of practice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not wasting time on the inessential.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not rationalizing our mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change your attitude, but stay natural.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not discuss defects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't worry about other people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work on your greatest imperfection first.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abandon all hope of results.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give up poisonous food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't indulge in malicious gossip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't wait in ambush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't strike at the heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't put the yak's load on the cow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember – this is not a competition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be sneaky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't abuse your divine power for selfish reasons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't expect to profit from other people's misfortune.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In all your activities, have a single purpose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solve all problems by accepting the bad energy and sending out the good.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKX-2zcQB_I/AAAAAAAABxA/ZVyg5SEcRUE/s1600/lojongcd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKX-2zcQB_I/AAAAAAAABxA/ZVyg5SEcRUE/s320/lojongcd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523100735514871794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Renew your commitment when you get up and before you go to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accept good and bad fortune with an equal mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep your vows even at the risk of your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recognize your neurotic tendencies, overcome them, then transcend them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a teacher, tame the roving mind, choose a lifestyle that allows you to practice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love your teacher, enjoy your practice, keep your vows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focus your body, mind, and spirit on the path.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exclude nothing from your acceptance practice: train with a whole heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always meditate on whatever you resent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't depend on how the rest of the world is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In this life, concentrate on achieving what is most meaningful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't let your emotions distract you, but bring them to your practice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't let your practice become irregular.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Train wholeheartedly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free yourself by first watching, then analyzing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't feel sorry for yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be jealous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay focused.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't expect any applause.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://lojongmindtraining.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:ARIAL,HELVETICA;"&gt;* The Tonglen and Mind Training Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hundredmountain.com/Pages/readingroom_pages/lojong_verses.html"&gt;* LOJONG: Eight Verses for Training the Mind.&lt;br /&gt;Offered by His Holiness the Dalai Lama &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-3568271198667070109?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3568271198667070109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/lojong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3568271198667070109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3568271198667070109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/lojong.html' title='Lojong'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKX-m22ZMCI/AAAAAAAABw4/kuVRq3pZ3Ic/s72-c/picture-620.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-1285976830683612528</id><published>2011-12-18T09:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:03:22.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you control your thoughts, or do your thoughts control you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember, the truth can have so many hues and colors, and this is only one version of it. The world is a wondrous and playful place - So take it or leave it (as your truth or not) as you like. And thank you for taking time and interest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Åsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- "The ultimate truth of who you are, is not I am this or I am that, but I am" - Eckhart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Your identity is made by ... your deep, driving desire. As is your desire, so is your will. As is your will, so is your deed. As is your deed, so is your destiny. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brihadaranyaka Upanishad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- "Most people are so completely identified with the voice in the head — the incessant stream of involuntary and compulsive thinking and the emotions that accompany it — that we may describe them as being possessed by their mind. As long as you are completely unaware of this, you take the thinker to be who you are."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvNBc61zars&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;Eckhart Tolle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Human beings are the only species that has the ability to analyze our own existence; we have the ability of thought. The paradox of this gift is that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;often forget that thought is just a tool, an instrument we can use, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;instead we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;start to take it as the reality. The reality of yourself and our surroundings - we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;our thoughts. If you feel you believe this to be treu,please take this little experiemnt before reading on:&lt;br /&gt;Can you take one step back and just listen to your thoughts? What is being said? Have you heard any of these things before? take a few minutes and close your eyes and just observe and listen to your thoughts. Now, when you are done,- try to deeply feel the answer to the following question; If you are listening to your thoughts, who is the listener?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The greater part of most people's thinking is involuntary, automatic, and repetitive. It is no more than a kind of mental static and fulfills no real purpose. Strictly speaking, you don't choose to think; Thinking happens&lt;i&gt; to you&lt;/i&gt;. The statement “I think” implies volition. It implies that you have willfully chosen to think what you think (or that you think in the first place). For most people, this is not yet the case. “I think” is just as false a statement as “I digest” or “I circulate my blood.” Digestion happens, circulation happens, thinking happens.&lt;br /&gt;The voice in the head has a life of its own. Most people are at the mercy of that voice; they are possessed by their thinking and its repetitive, unconscious content. This circular, repetitive, incessant thinking is conditioned by the past, and it keeps you trapped in the past. It is as though you continue to relive the past over and over again. Do you ever wonder why the same problems challenge you throughout your life? Your unconscious mind is re-creating them, but you don't even know it."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And what we think also create our reactions and our reactions create interaction that produces our experience of life and our s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;urroundings. We are caught in our own net, and therefore we are caught in not really seeing ourselves, each other, and the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKh91csuWVI/AAAAAAAABxo/5_jUK_mjZOc/s1600/too%2Bmany%2Bthoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKh91csuWVI/AAAAAAAABxo/5_jUK_mjZOc/s400/too%2Bmany%2Bthoughts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523803300160231762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;as it truly is. We don't think of this as something to control, but as something that just comes to us, like a pile of snow falling from a rooftop onto our heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control is also often associated with something negative or forced, so we avoid the issue, dismissing it as being "unnatural".&lt;br /&gt;Like this we never learn how to really love or understand; we see people through the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;interpretations of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;our mind; as Plato's shadows of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;eir real self, cast upon a cave wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; We end up being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;reactions to our own minds stories. We believe them, and they control our lives, our way of thinking, acting and feeling; who we become. We sit in the boat of our life, but let others steer its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be free from this way of living and perceiving has for me become one of the cornerstones in life. Here I will try to describe as best as I can what I have gone through to try and reach a clearer state of experiencing the outer world and myself, the stages that occur and the methods I have used to approach it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope this can give you something valuable, as it has helped me more than I can put into words. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the search to discover your true self and your relation to thought, there can be many ways. Here is one way, divided into different stages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1: Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKhQFjvGuUI/AAAAAAAABxI/BtR4xWv-eQI/s1600/second-thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKhQFjvGuUI/AAAAAAAABxI/BtR4xWv-eQI/s400/second-thoughts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523752999392295234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou are your thoughts:&lt;/span&gt; You haven't considered to question your thoughts, you are them. If somebody is mad at you(or any other feeling), you get triggered and react back with thought and or feeling. If someone feels good about you, you automatically also feel good about yourself. And the opposite; If you feel bad you think bad. If you think bad you feel bad. - It is a circle that repeats itself, and you follow it like a shadow the way it leads you. What you think control how you act, how you feel&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;who you are, your life is in the control of your projections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of this reacting pattern:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody has said something that has hurt me and touched off a fight. At first, I am caught up in feeling hurt--my body aches and my mind is swarming with painful thoughts and associations. I don't like to feel this way, so I start to react against it. Yet the more I struggle with it, the more I become entangled and stuck to it. I start to tell myself stories that only intensify my pain: "This person will never understand me," "She/he likes to attack me, she/he`s too aggressive,"Maybe I need to leave this person,". Each of these stories touches off further reactions in me, and the more I get caught up in my reactions, the more I lose touch with what is really happening.&lt;br /&gt;If I plunge into the story-"She/he likes to attack me, that's just the way she/he is"-I may then do something to get back at the person or I may decide to close myself off to her/him. Yet both of these defensive reactions only complicate the situation further because they are not accurate responses to what is really going on. I have fabricated a reality of who that person is to defend myself from feeling "bad feelings". And this I have done through believing in my thoughts and the stories they tell me. To find out what is going on, I must put aside my stories and bring some fresh awareness into the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: You question your thoughts:&lt;/span&gt; To regain awareness I need to step back from the whirlwind of my reactions. Although this may take some practice at first, it is always possible because the nature of awareness is mobile and fluid.&lt;br /&gt;If you are starting to take a closer look at your thoughts, ask yourself this question:&lt;br /&gt;Can my thoughts be a product of what I have learned through life and made my mind up to be? Are your thoughts fragments you have picked up on the road of your life and puzzled together to the whole that now makes up what you now call "you". Maybe you have taken these words (and sentences) from parents, friends, enemies, everything you met on your way, but most often not consciously. They just attached themselves to you and unaware (or maybe even sometimes aware), you adopted them, like little orfan voices in your mind. If you really manage to see and feel this clearly, it can make you understand yourself better and also that you are the one who have chosen, consciously or subconsciously your thoughts. These thoughts are numerous and can be anything from "I am not deserving of xxx". "Why do I never find a happy relationship", "Why is bad things always happening to me?",  "Why am I not xxx enough?", "I will never be good enough at x", "I need x or x to be happy", "I am not happy" Etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;If you often are stuck with thoughts like this, you might also choose a special way of seeing life to support your thought choices. This selective perception will make your chosen thoughts seem even more  real to you. E.g: If you believe in the thought "bad things always happen to me", every time a bad thing happen, this is what you will put emphasis on. When good things happen, you overlook them, and still keep your focus on the bad issues that happened before. You aer sp trapped in your own story you are making it "come true". In this way, your thought becomes and supports your perceived reality.&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about all this is, if you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chosen &lt;/span&gt;your thoughts, they are not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who you are&lt;/span&gt;, they are onbly just a choice you have made and stuck with. And you can now, when and if you see this clearly, start to choose in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3: Observing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your thoughts: &lt;/span&gt;Now that you are aware of your thoughts being in you, but not you, you can start to listen to them. This listening is not the way of listening you used to do before, taking them for the truth about yourself, others and life. Now you can look at them as something that is just babbling inside your he&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKhU4eve8mI/AAAAAAAABxQ/zQQ8YyjBuA0/s1600/thoughts+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKhU4eve8mI/AAAAAAAABxQ/zQQ8YyjBuA0/s400/thoughts+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523758272271544930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ad. ;-) (This can be a very funny stage, cause you might realize the absurdity of your thoughts, and also that you have taken them for the truth)&lt;br /&gt;Now you have managed to take a step back away from your thoughts. You have realized they are not you and that you don't have to listen to them. You are observing them. (If you mange to do this, ask yourself an interesting question: "If I am watching my thoughts, then who is observing?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Lets say you are mad at your girlfriend because you don´t think she gives you enough love. Write down the thoughts you have, and don´t be shy. Dont make them prettier or censor them. Let the angry, sad voice inside express exactly what is there and write it all down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then ask yourself this question: Is it true? In  the example I used the man would have to go deep inside himself and ask himself, is it true that my girlfrined doesn´t give me enough love? And is it true that she should give me more love? Maybe the answer is yes, maybe no. The importance is to really try to find what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;true answer is and get in touch with the deeper truth inside of yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then after that, go even deeper into the question and ask yourself. "Can I absolutely know that it is true?" Nobody is asking you to come up with a certain answer or force you to make a given one. Ask yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When your have connected with your answer, whataver it is, try to feel out this one: How does it make you feel when you belive that it is true? How do you behave towards the other person in question? And how does behaving like that make you feel?  Do you like the way you behave then, feel then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then try an other cenario? How would you be without the thought? How would you feel? How would you behave towards the person in question if that thought was impossible to think? Can you see any reasons to drop that thought?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, quite often thoughts we have about others can be projections of our inner minds and what we really should look and work on on ourselves. The mind just gets it backwards. So, try now and flip your thought around. Like in the example of the man who didnt think his girlfriend loved him enough. "I dont think my girlfriend gives me enough love" it will turn into "I dont think I give my girlfrined enough love". And wouldnt that be more true in a way? He wants to demand her to behave in a certin way that he sees as loving. Maybe he doesnt even know her and that she really expresses her love in ways he overlooks? Maybe when he belives the thought that she doesnt give him enough love he closes himself off to her and gets snarky and angry at her. Now the statement, "I should give my girlfrined more love" maybe starts to sound more true than "She should give me love". And there is an other way this thought can be turned around as well. "I need to give myself more love" That might be even truer. He demands love from her, but does he feel it in his own heart? And does he truly express it to himself and her? And in the ned, who can really know what is good for us in the long run? Maybe he even would learn something valuable and good because he thought she didnt give him love, or maybe it would even be good for him if she left him and something else came into his life? What is the deeper good is not possible to see in the moment from the narrow stand and view we have. So,- "My girlfriend needs to give me more love" Is it true?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe your thought is, "I am not loved". "Nobody gives me love" try to turn it around. "I dont love myself" "I dont give myself love" Stop looking outside. Everything you really need you have right in front of you :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, give it a shot and test out your thoughts and beliefs. They might not be as true as you first think when they are not looked at or really exsamined by yourself and your deeper wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are also other ways you can unravel the real truth behind your noisy thoughts. You can start with asking yourself some other simple questions to test the reality of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you are taking a step back and listening to your thoughts; are you aware that you are thinking, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that awareness is not part of thinking. &lt;/span&gt;It is a different dimension of consciousness. This awareness is the real you. It is the silent awareness of  “I am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there were nothing but thought in you, you wouldn’t even know that you were thinking. You would be like a dreamer who doesn’t know he is dreaming. You would be as identified with every thought as the dreamer is with every image in the dream. Many people still live like that, like sleepwalkers, trapped in old dysfunctional mindsets that continuously recreate the same nightmarish reality. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you know you are dreaming, you are awake within the dream&lt;/span&gt;. another dimension of consciousness has come in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4: Release yourself from your thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While observing your thoughts, you might find a consciousness or being in yourself that is other than thought. (If you observe your thoughts, you have already entered the new consciousness of not being your thoughts.) Practice this first alone, with closed eyes. just be in this &lt;span&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; that is the observer of your thoughts and stay with the experience.&lt;br /&gt;So now, instead of continuing to be tossed around in turbulent reactions, you can let your new gained awareness and observation move back and forth from them, and simple acknowledge the whole scale of emotions and words they produce. (Emotions are most often products of the thoughts you are making). Dont try to make the thoughts go away. they never will. Thoughts are like waves in the ocean, they are there. but just observe them, look at them.&lt;br /&gt;When you do this, it is as thought you step out of a blazing fire that is consuming you, and sit down next to it instead. Once you create some space for yourself you are no longer trapped in its flames. You can then allow the fire to be there as it is, without having to resist it. You will still feel its heat, but it no longer burns you alive. In other words, when you can make space for you feelings and thoughts to be there, and when you can be present with your awareness "next to them", "On the edge of them" you find your balance and awareness of being.&lt;br /&gt;This brings relief and peace of mind. You are no longer stuck in the oppositional struggle, you no longer are your thoughts or the feelings they produce&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cM1GPrG34IY&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt; (more about feelings &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgrV2IOxxJc&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how they are created)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you watch them. You have found an other you deeper inside yourself. It also brings deeper clarity,-you can simply recognize that you are hurting/being sad/happy etc , without becoming so embroiled in the drama around it. You have more freedom of movement because you are not caught in reacting against the pain of thoughts or feelings produced by thoughts. And in taking this position, you feel more stability and strength.&lt;br /&gt;(Don`t think about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;to do this, because that is just an other thought, and your thoughts will try to be in control of you all the time when you are trying out these things - That is their function. So don't think about it, just observe and be in the observing experience and let it fill you. In other words - just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;it. (Damned Nike ;-)&lt;br /&gt;The experience of no longer being your thoughts and experiencing the freedom of not being identified with thought, might only be in a few seconds at a time, and then you might fall back into old ways (you are not the observer anymore, but identify with the thoughts). This is something that takes practice to stay with. But now you know the experience, you have been there and you can return there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5: Non-attachment to thoughts last longer: &lt;/span&gt;The intervals of not being your thoughts last longer the more you practice this. Practice it and it and you will learn more every time to be the one behind the thoughts - Your true being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6: Non-attachment to thought&lt;/span&gt;: makes you experience the world very differently. You experience the true joy of how things are without your thought-labels on them. After having practiced this many times alone, you might be ready to take it with you out in the world. Practice observing the world through the non-thought experience. Observe the consequences of interaction. You might experience that you see others that are attached to thought, but don't become part of their thought -"games" (Acting and reacting) anymore - As you now have learned, by watching yourself, these games or not done on purpose, they are done out of non-awareness of thoughts. You stop believing that these thoughts are the truth and just stay in the moment fully aware. So in a situation when somebody is projecting positive or negative thoughts on you,  where you before would have re-acted to (re-act: somebody acts on you and you send that action back to them; you re-act the movement), you now see the cycle of action and reaction clearly, and take yourself away from it.&lt;br /&gt;As you are seeing the pattern you will most likely not want to identify or willingly participate in it anymore. For the first time you have taken an active choice in the matter - you are aware. As long as you keep your focus on the inner observer of thoughts, seeing others and yourself from this point of view you no longer feel &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKhU9tC7xlI/AAAAAAAABxY/uHyANxTGIoc/s1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKhU9tC7xlI/AAAAAAAABxY/uHyANxTGIoc/s400/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523758362010568274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anger, hate, frustration, want or any other feeling for all the things made out of the action / reaction circle. You realize that it is not personal, but made out of unawareness, so you don't take it personal anymore. Rather you are observing what happens and let reality be what it is. You may also instead feel  compassion and love for those who are trapped in these circles and want to help them; non-attached (unconditional) love guides you towards other people. The thing about such things is, nobody can really be helped. You are only ready for change at the moment you a ready. Before this moment such things will not make sense to you and you will reject them. Maybe you are not ready for this text now either. Maybe it doesnt make sense to you? that is totally fine, just let it go and go on your way where you will find other truths that speak to you instead. Or maybe you will look up this text again some other day and then it will speak to you. the best we can do is just to accept other peoples stages of mind, and let realty serve its cause and show itself to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7: The more you practice observing your thoughts, the longer the intervals of loving non-attachment lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here are some exercises that can help you get further in touch with your inner "silent" self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a:&lt;/span&gt; Go to the forest (or any other form of nature) Set a total focus on your sensual experiences. How does it smell, what do you see, what do you hear, what do you feel? Focus totally on this. If silence of thought occurs, go with the flow of it, and keep observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b: &lt;/span&gt;Sit or lay down with your eyes closed. Relax and feel your body. Breathe slowly and deep. Feel the inside of your body, starting with your toes. Move up all the way through yourself until you feel all of you. You are connecting with your own aliveness and presence in the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c: &lt;/span&gt;Sit or lay down and close your eyes. Just listen and observe your thoughts. Let them go where they want. Given them total space to run around. Stay in this and just let what happens happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d: &lt;/span&gt;Sit or lay down with closed eyes. Follow your own breath. Have all of your awareness on the breath. Whern you breath in and when you breathe out keep your attention on it. Picture that you are breathing in from the soles of your feet all through your body and out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: There is no road to happiness, happiness is the road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dont get frustrated if you don't reach a permanent stage of awareness. This would be what we would call enlightenment, and it doesnt really matter. &lt;span&gt;You are not doing this to reach a goal, you are doing this to live as an aware person in the moment - this moment. So take your mind of any possible goal and concentrate on the now. You might do this better by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9: Be aware of the illusion of time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The now is the only thing you will ever experience. The past was the now back then - it is not anymore. The now is the only thing  that can and ever will exist. The future is only a thought you have created in your mind - it is a constructed idea.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts will most often be about these two non-existing times; the past or the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or as John Lennon put it so well" Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But when you truly are in the now and aware, thought looses its control over you. Because to be in the now is to be present and aware of life itself, not the constructions of how your mind thinks life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;be or it wishes it might be. As future and past are constructions, so are thoughts and the mind. They go together and feed each other in an endless circle. And they are all resistances of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is&lt;/span&gt;, the present, the now, reality. As long as you resist life as it is, thought becomes more alive. And the opposite is also true, thought naturally looses its power when you are aware and present in life, because reality doesnt need false constructions, reality just is as it is. In this sense thought only becomes a tool you can use,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you want to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the reason why thought will cling to the conceptual and created times (the past and the future;) it`s its way of becoming alive in your mind. When you see this arise in you, take yourself back to the present moment by being aware of the now, and practicing the ways of awareness described before in this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10: Choose the thoughts you want to have in you, to improve your lifequality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All thoughts do not make you unhappy or create illusions in your mind. You might learn thoughts that can help you improve and be happy. In this way thought are a tool for you and in your control, you are no longer just ruled by them unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;So now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can choose them with care; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; choose the thoughts you want, for the person you want to be and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;practice them. &lt;/span&gt;Don`t worry if they won`t stick in the beginning. You learned your old thoughts by repeating them many times through the years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do the same with the new thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tip: If you feel that you still struggle with many negative thoughts and thought-patterns, you might try to redefine your thoughts and emotions before you practice the dis-identification with them.&lt;a href="http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/redefining-emotions.html"&gt; This technique&lt;/a&gt; might give you a good start on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some examples of thoughts you might practice, that also can help you get out of negative patterns:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Practice unconditional acceptance, and start with yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand your attachments, your aversions, and your indifference, and love them all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When everything goes wrong, treat disaster as a way to wake up, learn, and do better the next time out of learning from your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be grateful to everyone and understand that you can learn from everybody and everything, even negativity. If you feel it apply to you, use &lt;a href="http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/internal-locus-of-control.html"&gt;this text&lt;/a&gt; as part of your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't worry – there's nothing real about your confusion. It is created in your mind by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at the world though you heart, be intense, be committed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get used to doing and being what you want to do and to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cultivate the white seeds, not the black ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always have the support of a joyful mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not wasting time on the inessential.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change your attitude, but stay natural.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't worry about other people. This is your ego need to get and want. Focus on forgiving and releasing and you will be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abandon all hope of results. "There is no road to happiness, happiness is the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't abuse your divine power for selfish reasons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solve all problems by accepting the bad energy and sending out the good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recognize your neurotic tendencies and overcome them by observing them and letting them go. Never judge them or beat yourself up for having them. Accept and love is the key. These things are there because you have choosen to identify with them. Replace them with focus on positive thoughts and actions and use &lt;a href="http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/redefining-emotions.html"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;as a tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exclude nothing from your acceptance practice: train with a whole heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't depend on how the rest of the world is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free yourself by watching and observing what is happening, and accept what happens, without getting stuck to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focus your body, mind, and spirit on the path.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In this life, concentrate on achieving what is most meaningful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/lojong.html"&gt;More.......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t think outside the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instead - know that the box doesn´t exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- except; in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you place it there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SGqi3dng7EI/AAAAAAAABEA/4H1ZkBIXCu4/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SGqi3dng7EI/AAAAAAAABEA/4H1ZkBIXCu4/s400/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218162191989009474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a 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title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SGqi3dng7EI/AAAAAAAABEA/4H1ZkBIXCu4/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-113654806064715571</id><published>2011-12-15T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:08:06.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>daydreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A re-post from 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would live in a big castle on a cliff up in the mountains&lt;br /&gt;it would be a medieval castle and I would have lots off dresses from that time&lt;br /&gt;I would also have some armor and knight equipment&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVKJcrRM6gI/ToOm0wx0RHI/AAAAAAAACb4/bNsnHBeM9q8/s1600/Castle-mountain-silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVKJcrRM6gI/ToOm0wx0RHI/AAAAAAAACb4/bNsnHBeM9q8/s320/Castle-mountain-silhouette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657548982284731506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd I would have a horse or two&lt;br /&gt;and an owl that lived in the mountains but visited me every day&lt;br /&gt;and I would have a knight by my side&lt;br /&gt;and my knight would woo me and kiss my hand&lt;br /&gt;and then we would fence each other a little with longswards&lt;br /&gt;and both would win about half of the time&lt;br /&gt;and we would both be very bad loosers and tickle each other&lt;br /&gt;just for the hell of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I would not just live in the the castle&lt;br /&gt;now and then I would live in a treehouse in the forrest&lt;br /&gt;and it would be a brook just next to my treehouse&lt;br /&gt;and I would only live from food that grew in the forest&lt;br /&gt;and every morning I would collect herbs in a little basket&lt;br /&gt;and while doing that I would talk to the animals&lt;br /&gt;and my man would live nearby&lt;br /&gt;and he would be "dressed" as a faun&lt;br /&gt;and visit me in the middle of the night climbing up my tree&lt;br /&gt;and do a romantic fireshow for me&lt;br /&gt;and I would give him hourlong massages in a meadow&lt;br /&gt;and we would lie there all day until the stars came out&lt;br /&gt;and fall asleep in eachothers arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he would be&lt;br /&gt;passionate and wild&lt;br /&gt;compassionate and caring&lt;br /&gt;show me his care and that he is there for me&lt;br /&gt;surprise me again and again&lt;br /&gt;love that I adore him and shower him with affection&lt;br /&gt;do the same to me&lt;br /&gt;gives me security but not be boring&lt;br /&gt;gives me excitement but not be unsertain in his ways with me&lt;br /&gt;love my company and miss me whilst away, but not be clingy&lt;br /&gt;be considerate of my feelings and wonder about if I am well&lt;br /&gt;let me spoil him with attention and love&lt;br /&gt;let me be weird and caring and adore him, and not be afraid by it&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss him and cuddle him and give him lots of [sensured for sensitive readers]&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldnt mind if we argued a little&lt;br /&gt;and who didnt have a problem talking it out afterwards&lt;br /&gt;loves sex in the weirdest, exciting  places&lt;br /&gt;loves sex in the cutest ,cuddliest places&lt;br /&gt;loves to make love with me&lt;br /&gt;loves to fuck me too&lt;br /&gt;want to travel the world&lt;br /&gt;want to live in New Zealand ;) (and a castle and a treehouse)&lt;br /&gt;want to show me how much he cares and tell it to me until he thinks I am sick of it&lt;br /&gt;(which I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;will be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy...&lt;br /&gt;that I can talk to for hours about deep things&lt;br /&gt;that I can talk to for hours about rubbish&lt;br /&gt;that I can be silly with&lt;br /&gt;that I can be serious with&lt;br /&gt;that is emotional&lt;br /&gt;that understands me&lt;br /&gt;that is differnt from me and dares to be&lt;br /&gt;that is the same in amny ways and dares to be as well&lt;br /&gt;that I adore and look up to&lt;br /&gt;that adores and looks up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that loves to dress up in weird costumes and play roles with me&lt;br /&gt;we could be Bonnie and Clyde&lt;br /&gt;Or hippies at Woodstock&lt;br /&gt;Or warlock and witch&lt;br /&gt;and he would not be afraid to go out in the streets with me wearing it&lt;br /&gt;so we could make fools of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;just for the laugh of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the forrest I would have a school for everybody who wanted to come&lt;br /&gt;kids and adults&lt;br /&gt;and it would be a place where everybody teached everybody something they knew well&lt;br /&gt;(cause everybody has a gift of something)&lt;br /&gt;and we would take turns to show eacother these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and up in the castle I would have a huge fruitgarden&lt;br /&gt;full of strange exciting things&lt;br /&gt;were a lot of kids came every day and played and had fun&lt;br /&gt;and often I would join them&lt;br /&gt;being a kid myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I would have magical powers&lt;br /&gt;to make people feel good&lt;br /&gt;and this would make them do good deeds to eachother&lt;br /&gt;and I might just make the world a little better in a small scale&lt;br /&gt;but still I would be a person who made it better, not worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine, you can be 3 kinda of people&lt;br /&gt;the one who makes the world better&lt;br /&gt;the one who doesn't make a difference&lt;br /&gt;and the one who makes it worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to try my best and be the first kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I would not be happy all the time&lt;br /&gt;cause I woudl have bad times and sad times too&lt;br /&gt;but this would be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy as fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-113654806064715571?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113654806064715571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-7306135360301607845</id><published>2011-11-20T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:47:50.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrows and gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYO4t6V9uNU/TvCPo4cKenI/AAAAAAAAEnA/jXBKduhTd5w/s1600/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYO4t6V9uNU/TvCPo4cKenI/AAAAAAAAEnA/jXBKduhTd5w/s400/xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688204261876988530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To those in the world who make me feel sorrow or difficulties in my life;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teaching me more about myslf and what I need to improve.&lt;br /&gt;First it is hard and painful,- I don´t want it and struggle against what is happening. But then when I stop to truggle against "what is" and accept it, I understand that when it is here it can make me open myself more. Then I start learning from it instead of fighting it. It shows me what I need to change, and what thoughts I need to adjust. So I am truly grateful for it. It is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share this now in Christmas, when we have such a beautiful tradition of focusing on love and sharing :-)&lt;br /&gt;- Åsa&lt;br /&gt;PS: Here is a picture I took of a flower called "The Christmas Rose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ja visst gör det ont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Karin Boye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja visst gör det ont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja visst gör det ont när knoppar brister.&lt;br /&gt;Varför skulle annars våren tveka?&lt;br /&gt;Varför skulle all vår heta längtan&lt;br /&gt;bindas i det frusna bitterbleka?&lt;br /&gt;Höljet var ju knoppen hela vintern.&lt;br /&gt;Vad är det för nytt, som tär och spränger?&lt;br /&gt;Ja visst gör det ont när knoppar brister,&lt;br /&gt;ont för det som växer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           och det som stänger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja nog är det svårt när droppar faller.&lt;br /&gt;Skälvande av ängslan tungt de hänger,&lt;br /&gt;klamrar sig vid kvisten, sväller, glider  -&lt;br /&gt;tyngden drar dem neråt, hur de klänger.&lt;br /&gt;Svårt att vara oviss, rädd och delad,&lt;br /&gt;svårt att känna djupet dra och kalla,&lt;br /&gt;ändå sitta kvar och bara darra  -&lt;br /&gt;svårt att vilja stanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           och vilja falla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Då, när det är värst och inget hjälper,&lt;br /&gt;Brister som i jubel trädets knoppar.&lt;br /&gt;Då, när ingen rädsla längre håller,&lt;br /&gt;faller i ett glitter kvistens droppar&lt;br /&gt;glömmer att de skrämdes av det nya&lt;br /&gt;glömmer att de ängslades för färden  -&lt;br /&gt;känner en sekund sin största trygghet,&lt;br /&gt;vilar i den tillit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           som skapar världen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a 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gifts'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYO4t6V9uNU/TvCPo4cKenI/AAAAAAAAEnA/jXBKduhTd5w/s72-c/xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-115589977928752637</id><published>2011-11-18T13:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:58:36.414+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Seeking...</title><content type='html'>A repost from 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooxx-xxoo-o-ooxx-xxoo-o-ooxx-xxoo-o-ooxx-xxoo-o-ooxx-xxoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;permanent travel companinon...&lt;br /&gt;obsessed about medieval times&lt;br /&gt;creative and artistick&lt;br /&gt;passionate&lt;br /&gt;decicive&lt;br /&gt;playful&lt;br /&gt;optimistic&lt;br /&gt;intelligent&lt;br /&gt;sexy (yes, I am shallow, ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;driven by a deeper passion for life and arts&lt;br /&gt;and able to explore the darker sides of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be blown like the wind through the world and&lt;br /&gt;explore the very essece of being, freedom, sensuality and discovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it would have been nice to meet such a person.&lt;br /&gt;Am I unrealistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooxx-xxoo-o-ooxx-xxoo-o-ooxx-xxoo-o-ooxx-xxoo-o-ooxx-xxoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Aasa ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-115589977928752637?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115589977928752637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/seeking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115589977928752637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115589977928752637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/seeking.html' title='Seeking...'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-3678459175928842085</id><published>2011-11-11T04:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:23:44.266+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy and general weirdness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dragon for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a re-post from 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know it has been a long time since I have told anything about Eyolf, the dragon that lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; under my bed. (For you who don't know him, you can scroll down and read the post belove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/eyolf-dragon.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to get to know him better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is mainly because there has not been much to tell, we have&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RhqbnLlWIJI/AAAAAAAAATk/gnSFuF0TQtc/s1600-h/eyolf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RhqbnLlWIJI/AAAAAAAAATk/gnSFuF0TQtc/s320/eyolf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051521029476065426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; been living harmoniously together for a long time now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't make much of himself, when I am there he either sleeps or sneak reads Harry Potter books. When I am not there he goes for a flying trip or steals fudge from my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have some news....and they are quite shocking.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to this Norwegian guy, who showed a lot of interest in Eyolf.&lt;br /&gt;And after I had answered several questions about him, he offered to buy him.&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would not have been interested at all, I would have been shocked and appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The reasons being that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: He is not mine&lt;br /&gt;2: I am stupid with money and in general I don't like it that much, I choose more or less to pretend that it doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;3: Selling a dragon? I am not even sure if I am allowed to import him to Norway.&lt;br /&gt;Where do they stand on dragon import? Has it changed since they entered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.es/search?hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=spell&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;q=Schengen&amp;amp;spell=1" class="p"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Schengen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span&gt; agreement?&lt;br /&gt;4: Its not very nice - neither to him or the dragon, he can be quite moody. (the dragon I mean, the guy I don't know about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these were my reasons, but then he mentioned the price.&lt;br /&gt;He offered me 2000 hugs, an offer that I find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;very tempting.&lt;br /&gt;It is like telling an alcoholic he will have booze for life.&lt;br /&gt;So......do you my readers have any suggestions about what I should do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Åsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I submitted the earlier posts I made about Eyolf for those of you who don't know him from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/6/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purple spotted dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/1600/dragon-cute.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/200/dragon-cute.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A dragon has moved in under my bed&lt;br /&gt;Its smallish compared to other dragons I have seen&lt;br /&gt;and has purple spots all over&lt;br /&gt;I haven't dared to ask its name yet, but if I work up the courage to do so I will tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we have pretended not to see each other&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/1600/ist2_183950_cute_dragonmix.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/200/ist2_183950_cute_dragonmix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time he blows a little flame,&lt;br /&gt;we both just roll our eyes and afterwards look up into the ceiling (or in his case, the bottom of my bed) pretending it was just very natural that the bed nearly went on fire.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how long we can keep it up like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I haven't dared to take a photo of him so you will only get something that almost look like him. Think of him as a mix between the both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;      11/22/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dragon under my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/1600/cutedragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/320/cutedragon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dragon was gone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you remember him.&lt;br /&gt;He lived under my bed for nearly a month, didn't even introduce himself,&lt;br /&gt;and then one day all of a sudden, ha was just gone.&lt;br /&gt;I was very puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;So puzzled that I actually forgot to tell it to you.&lt;br /&gt;I actually missed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when he was sleeping I could hear him talk in his sleep&lt;br /&gt;Then he would suddenly make a little growl and blow the tiniest, cutest little flame into the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time he burned my toe&lt;br /&gt;After that I slept more carefully and a lot lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is&lt;br /&gt;NOW he is back&lt;br /&gt;I came home today and heard somebody gnawing on something&lt;br /&gt;I am not very familiar with gnawing-sounds coming from my room,&lt;br /&gt;so I entered it with some precaution&lt;br /&gt;There I saw his purple-spotted tail sticking out from under my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say it was a happy occasion&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will even try to introduce myself now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;      1/23/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyolf the dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It has been a long time since I told you all anything about the purple-spotted dragon under my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RhqSIrlWIHI/AAAAAAAAATU/1RSzveodqqs/s1600-h/eyolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RhqSIrlWIHI/AAAAAAAAATU/1RSzveodqqs/s320/eyolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051510609885405298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have managed to find out that his name si Eyolf&lt;br /&gt;He also likes Yogurt with coconut-taste (I know...it sounds disgusting, but it is really good actually) and fudge.&lt;br /&gt;(He eats the ones I put on the floor, even the package around them, but he has never touched the strawberry-flavoured ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you more if I find out more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨¨¨°º©©º°°º©©º°¨¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/23/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyolf and fudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have news about Eyolf, my purple spotted dragon.. ....and they are quite peculiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RhqaN7lWIII/AAAAAAAAATc/cIKyrdB_Ihs/s1600-h/fudge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RhqaN7lWIII/AAAAAAAAATc/cIKyrdB_Ihs/s400/fudge.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051519496172740738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Turns out that somebody else knows Eyolf, probably he lived under their bed, before he came to mine.&lt;br /&gt;And they have even written a book about him&lt;br /&gt;Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some of you might claim that "Fudge" is the name of the chimp (or whatever it is, it is not as pretty as Eyolf, so who cares?) on the cover of this book, but that only proves your lack of reality perspective. I am pretty sure the chimp is trying to steal fudge from Eyolf, it must be a book about how they rival for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I understand them very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But Isn't it great?&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy it!&lt;br /&gt;~ Åsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-3678459175928842085?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3678459175928842085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/04/dragon-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3678459175928842085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3678459175928842085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/04/dragon-for-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RhqbnLlWIJI/AAAAAAAAATk/gnSFuF0TQtc/s72-c/eyolf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-113760995728926831</id><published>2011-11-09T09:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:24:48.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>Smart post title</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Some silly words&lt;br /&gt;A picture or drawing for illustration&lt;br /&gt;some more blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more blah&lt;br /&gt;some interesting words&lt;br /&gt;more interesting sentences (maybe some that will make you think a littel extra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some words trying to be &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;insightful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or trying to understand something&lt;br /&gt;more blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Some quotes or references to a philosopher or &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;psychologist&lt;/span&gt; / other&lt;br /&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some wishes and positive &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;salutations&lt;/span&gt; to the people reading this blog and the people I know&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;more positive stuff&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;something to inspire you and make you feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a PS&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; extra blah blah&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hug or something similar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;My name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-113760995728926831?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113760995728926831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/post-of-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113760995728926831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113760995728926831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/post-of-today.html' title='Smart post title'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-113786856611480863</id><published>2011-11-04T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:25:15.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is from the book "&lt;a href="http://www.katsandogz.com/gibran.html"&gt;The Prophet&lt;/a&gt;" by Kahlil Gibran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my opinion, one of the most beautiful books ever written&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="Section1"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When love beckons to you follow him, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Though his ways are hard and steep. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And when his wings enfold you yield to him, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And when he speaks to you believe in him, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He threshes you to make you naked. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He sifts you to free you from your husks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He grinds you to whiteness. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He kneads you until you are pliant; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For love is sufficient unto love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To know the pain of too much tenderness. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To be wounded by your own understanding of love; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And to bleed willingly and joyfully. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To return home at eventide with gratitude; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katsandogz.com/gibran.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Read more from this book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;  &lt;hr style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" size="2" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-113786856611480863?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113786856611480863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-love-then-said-almitra-speak-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113786856611480863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113786856611480863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-love-then-said-almitra-speak-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-5278825960956214353</id><published>2011-11-02T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:47:03.795+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>The dance of the vounded souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A re-post from 2006, for new readers to enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----o--o-o--o-o--O--o-o--o-o--o--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;a painful sweet taste, a sudden brush of a dreaming wind,&lt;br /&gt;a sight behind shimmering eyelids, and a rush of soft smells to her senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a flickering picture, water running through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;A thought she yearned to posses, but never wanted to own, never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a touch, a distant color yet to be seen, an unopened dream,&lt;br /&gt;a wish, a longing, a desire&lt;br /&gt;to strong to ever be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was too much,&lt;br /&gt;too far away in her mind&lt;br /&gt;from himself&lt;br /&gt;from her&lt;br /&gt;and she knew it.....&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Escape-Intimacy-Untangling-Addictions-Relationships/dp/0062548735"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Addiction consists of two components:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romance and / or Sexual Addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love addiction is a condition common for many adults that once were abandoned children, emotionally or physically abandoned.  It might spread from dependency on only romance or sex, to a mix of both components. What was common for these children was the suffering of not feeling deeply loved and accepted in a healthy way, with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;support to reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;individuality, strength and selflove from the parent/s. Maybe the parents needed them to much (codependency) or never really saw them. Oftentimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;these parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never got the love and support in childhood they needed either, so they didn´t have the foundation to take learning from on how to it to pass it on to their own children. This is no matter how much they even wanted to, or in their own way might have loved their child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- end home articles --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and love addicts often don´t realize their problem or seek help before in total crisis (divorce, painful emotional breakdowns etc) and some times not even then. Normally they will try to get out of crisis through controlling their pattern in their own way. Altering the behavior by being abstinent or trying a new pattern, getting an other form of addiction ect. This is just like the alcoholic swapping beer for wine and will never help anyone in the long run, because the underlying conditions for the addictions will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;As the addicted think they derive some pleasure out of their pattern, they will very often cling to it as much as they can. The state of addiction involves a lot of denial of own feelings, so in the addicted state of mind the addict will likely not be aware of his/her own pattern. They will be tricked by their mind to believe they are perfectly in their right to behave as they do.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel this might apply to you in any way at all, please keep on reading and keep an open mind. It might change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and love addiction can involve many different antics; it may be a strong desire to have sex, masturbate&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/427/1778/1600/thrill_of_a_romance.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/427/1778/320/thrill_of_a_romance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, watch porn. It might be an urge to flirt, have affairs / relations or just create romantic situations and connections. Or it might even be a pattern to fall into romantic situations that always leaves you feel hurt or vounded, always ending up in situations where love brings suffering to you. In one way or another, it involves romance, sex or love in a way that is not healthy for the person, even though they might think so in the stanges of intense pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;All these things are normal for every human, but enters a non-healthy state when the person in fact cannot be without these attachments. (Or drastically goes totally abstinent in a way of trying to control it all) When being alone for a long period of time without these elements is difficult to a stronger degree, and brings up emotions as anxiety and the feeling of withdrawal pangs. Or the reverse - if every time you get involved with someone it also brings with it a lot of anxiety, stress and mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;If a person has entered a later state of addiction,  his/her behavior might start to get out of control and even to have negative impact on their life quality. Other tasks as work, health or important things that are essential to have a rich, fullworthy life, are set aside to give room for the addition. The addiction takes the main role of that persons life, and this spiral only increases with time. &lt;i&gt;Being a sex and / or love addict means your desires for these things are significantly impinging on your life in a negative way. &lt;/i&gt;These feelings and behaviors cause a great deal of shame, hopelessness and confusion for the addict, but at the same time the drive and urge for them are also extremely strong. It creates a feeling of meaning and being alive, because they have not developed a truly healthy relatonship to the self and their own inner reality.&lt;br /&gt;The addicts might often engage in distorted thinking, often rationalizing and justifying their behavior or blaming others for problems. They generally deny they have a problem and make excuses for their actions, which for them might seem perfectly healthy and good. This despite it being an unmanageable problem in the addict's life. The reason might be the that to realize the addiction involves a mayor life change that also threatens the identity that the addicted has built up for her/himself. And it also involves facing the difficult feelings of non-worth and pain that is disguised by the addiction. This becomes very difficut as it includes changing a habit that makes them feel safe and good. As long as they feel good, and get their addiction, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don´t want&lt;/span&gt; to change.&lt;br /&gt;Change often comes just when they have reached rock bottom and suffering enters their life at a high level, because of their actions. So it might take might take years and years of addiction and abuse to enter that state of mind, where recovery is wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual addiction might also be associated with risk-taking. In addition to damaging the addict's relationships and interfering with his or her work and "normal" life, a sexual addiction also puts other people and themselves at risk for emotional or physical injury (not using protection during sexual intercourse etc)&lt;br /&gt;These behaviors naturally makes it extremely difficult to work or engage in healthy personal relationships, and normally a love/sex addict has no real feeling of what a healthy relationship is actually based on. They have never gone to the depths or experienced real love and commitment. They were not really given it as a child, and they never learned it as adults. Their way were the made kinda of love, the perverted copy of it. For them love and intimicy is the intensity they feel in connecting with someone else. It is not built slowly up through time, but it coes as a sudden blow, a hit in the meeting with an other addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the first step is facing the addiction, and in that way also starting the path to a healthy life, where loving relations both to the self and others are possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signs and Characteristics of Sex and / or Love Addiction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Lack of nurturing and attention when young&lt;br /&gt;# Feeling isolated, detached from parent/s and or family&lt;br /&gt;# Compartmentalization of relationships from other areas of life&lt;br /&gt;# Seek to avoid rejection and abandonment at any cost&lt;br /&gt;# P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/Su3FlvZMLqI/AAAAAAAABsw/tKC8XsbE9q8/s1600-h/UpDownSideways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/Su3FlvZMLqI/AAAAAAAABsw/tKC8XsbE9q8/s400/UpDownSideways.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399188780455046818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erceive attraction, attachment, and sex as basic human needs, on a par with food and water&lt;br /&gt;# Insatiable appetite in area of difficulty (sex, love or attachment / need.)&lt;br /&gt;# Inner (conscious/subconscious) rage over lack of nurturing, early abandonment&lt;br /&gt;# Outer facade of "having it all together" to hide internal disintegration&lt;br /&gt;# Mistake intensity for intimacy or love&lt;br /&gt;# Hidden Pain&lt;br /&gt;# Powerlessness over addictive sexual behavior.&lt;br /&gt;# Resulting unmanageability of his/her life.&lt;br /&gt;# Feelings of shame, pain, and self-loathing.&lt;br /&gt;# Failed promises and attempts to stop acting out (seeking the stimuli of romance/sex).&lt;br /&gt;# Preoccupation with sex leading to ritual.&lt;br /&gt;# Tendency to leave one (sexual/romantic)relationship for another.(No real time alone)&lt;br /&gt;# Afraid to trust anyone in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;# Sense of worthlessness without a relationship or partner/s&lt;br /&gt;# Escalating tolerance for high-risk behavior&lt;br /&gt;# Intense need to control self, others, circumstances&lt;br /&gt;# Presence of other addictive or compulsive problems (food, alcohol etc)&lt;br /&gt;# Using others, sex &amp;amp; relationships to alter mood or relieve emotional pain&lt;br /&gt;# Continual questioning of values and lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;# Confusion of sexual attraction with love ("Love" at first sight.)&lt;br /&gt;# Tendency to trade sexual activity for "love" or attachment&lt;br /&gt;# Existence of a secret "double life"&lt;br /&gt;# Refusal to acknowledge existence of problem&lt;br /&gt;# Defining "wants" as "needs"&lt;br /&gt;# Attempts to replace lost relationships/sexual encounters with new ones immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="story"&gt;&lt;div class="floatleft40"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="floatleft40"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many of these symptoms are also elements of &lt;a href="http://www.recovery-man.com/coda/codependency.htm"&gt;codependency&lt;/a&gt; and intimacy dysfunctions resulting from childhood abandonment, emotional  or sexual abuse.   For this reason treatment and therapy for Love Addiction often includes &lt;a href="http://www.recovery-man.com/trauma.htm"&gt;trauma recovery&lt;/a&gt; work.   Read what others have to say about &lt;a href="http://www.ncpg.com/self4.html" target="_blank"&gt;love addiction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Check yes or no to the self test presented on this page. A high number of yes would indicate  romance/sex addiction. Remember that romance can be a delightful part of our love relationships and bring out the best in us. It is when we have become over-identified with this experience that it hurts a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----o--o-o--o-o--O--o-o--o-o--o--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;How is sexual/romantic addiction treated?&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Most addicts live in denial of their addiction, and treating an addiction is dependent on the person accepting and admitting that he or she has a problem. In many cases, it takes a significant event—such as the loss of a job, the break-up of a marriage, an arrest, or health crisis—to force the addict to admit to his or her problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Support groups and 12 step recovery programs for people with addictions (like SLAA; Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous) have been proven very helpful. This program is designed to help the individual come through a recovery process on his own, but at the same time through the support and knowledge of the group. The goal is to stop the self-destructive patterns and find a life that is grounded in healthy living and selflove.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.slaafws.org/"&gt;Find an SLAA meeting in your city&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.slaafws.org/"&gt;SLAA litterature&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;The healing of sex/love addiction focuses on controlling the addictive behavior and helping the person develop a healthy sexuality, sense of relating and self. Treatment can also include education about healthy sexuality, individual counseling, and marital and/or family therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----o--o-o--o-o--O--o-o--o-o--o--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----o--o-o--o-o--O--o-o--o-o--o--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----o--o-o--o-o--O--o-o--o-o--o---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-5278825960956214353?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5278825960956214353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/interesting-and-very-frequent-issue-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5278825960956214353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5278825960956214353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/interesting-and-very-frequent-issue-in.html' title='The dance of the vounded souls'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/Su3FlvZMLqI/AAAAAAAABsw/tKC8XsbE9q8/s72-c/UpDownSideways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-2799065320326523970</id><published>2011-11-01T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:24:05.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This guy is hilarious. He was not only a comedian, but in a way, one of the few voices left in America who just spoke the plain truth!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few different clips. Some more serious, some more silly! 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"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;  font-size:16px;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;  font-size:16px;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;d to make sure we bring &lt;em&gt;our best we can be&lt;/em&gt; to the relationship process. What does it mean to be &lt;em&gt;our best&lt;/em&gt;? To understand this idea we need to begin to understand the difference in between being &lt;strong&gt;re&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div  style="line-height: normal;  display: inline !important; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sponsible for others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and being &lt;strong&gt;responsible to others &lt;/strong&gt;in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="line-height: normal;  font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(59, 42, 3); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div  style="line-height: normal;  display: inline !important; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(59, 42, 3); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;More recently, “co-dependency” has been adapted to help describe t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he beha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;viors present in any dysfunctional relationship where one person sacrifices “self” in the hopes of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;satisfying their needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;eling wanted, desired, loved, valued, etc.  These behaviors are often rooted in the upbringing in a dysfunctional family, where abuse (emotional, spiritual, physical or sexual) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;is present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRPYWF-TpXI/AAAAAAAAB38/nmN78emcCkY/s400/LAST_SUPPER_OF_CODEPENDENCY_by_ghos.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554020639550186866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;Co-de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pendency is genera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;lly used to describe any self-sacrificing, unhealthy behavior patterns which result from dysfunctional relationships adding more fuel to the dysfunctional relationship patterns. It’s a circular pattern of behavior that is often distructive for all those involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, in other words, co-dependency can be defined as the tendency to put others needs before your own. You accommodate to others to such a degree that you tend to discount or ignore your own feelings, desires and basic needs. Your self-esteem depends largely o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;n how well you please, take care of and/or solve problems for someone else (or many others).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In other words, it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is the denial or repression of the real self. It is based on the wrong belief that love, acceptance, security, success, closeness and salvation are all dependent upon one's ability to do "the right thing." In the process, the co-dependent denies who she or he really is. Onc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e addicted, the codependent becomes blind to the reality of their own behavior and to their own self-worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have good intentions; often the very best. They can often try to take care of a person who is experiencing difficulty, but the care-taking can become compulsive and defeating. Co-dependents often take on a martyr’s role and become “benefactors” to an individual in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that these repeated rescue attempts allow the needy individual to continue on a destructive course and to become even more dependent on the unhealthy caretaking of the “benefactor.” As this reliance increases, the co-dependent develops a subconscious sense of reward and satisfaction from “being needed.” When the caretaking becomes compulsive, the co-dependent feels choiceless and helpless in the relationship, but is unable to break away from the cycle of behavior that causes it. Co-dependents often view themselves as victims and are attracted to that same weakness in the love and friendship relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Here are some unconscious deeper feelings that co-dependents often struggle with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. If someone important to me expects me to do something, I should do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. I should not be irritable or unpleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. I shouldn't do anything to make others angry at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. I should keep people I love happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. It's usually my fault if someone I care about is upset with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. I obtain self-esteem out of helping others solve their problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. I tend to overextend myself in taking care of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. If necessary, I put my own values or needs aside in order to preserve my relationship with my significant other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. I have a hard time receiving things from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Fear of someone else's anger has a lot of influence on what I say or do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The consequences of maintaining a co-dependent approach to life is a lot of resentment, frustration and unmet personal needs. When these feelings and needs remain unconscious, they often resurface as anxiety -- especially chronic, generalized anxiety or depression. The long-term effects of co-dependency are enduring stress, fatigue, burnout and eventually serious physical illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Characteristics of Co-dependent People Are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRPYAgr94kI/AAAAAAAAB30/FBc6_XNe3NY/s400/images%2B%25284%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554020268763898434" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 184px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-An exaggerated sense of responsibility for the actions of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-A tendency to confuse love with the feelings of pity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;or guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-A tendency to do more than their share, all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-A tendency to become hurt when people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;don’t recognize their efforts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-An unhealthy dependence on relationships. The co-dependent will do anything to hold on to a (often destructive) relationship; to avoid the feeling of abandonment, even though the relationship is bad for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-An extreme need for approval and recognition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-A sense of guilt when asserting themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-A compelling need to (passively) control others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Lack of trust in self and/or others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Fear of being abandoned or alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Difficulty identifying feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Rigidity/difficulty adjusting to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Problems with intimacy/boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Chronic (subconscious) anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Sometimes poor communication in relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Difficulty making decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Questionnaire To Identify Signs Of Co-dependency&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This condition appears to run in different degrees, whereby the intensity of symptoms are on a spectrum of severity, as opposed to an all or nothing scale. Please note that only a qualified professional can make a diagnosis of co-dependency; not everyone experiencing these symptoms suffers from co-dependency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;1. Do you keep quiet to avoid arguments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;2. Are you very worried about others’ opinions of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;3. Have you ever lived with someone with an alcohol or drug problem or who hits or belittles you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;4. Have you ever lived with someone or stayed in a relationship that was not good for your overall mental health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;5. Do you often feel that the opinions of others more important than your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;6. Do you have difficulty adjusting to changes in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;7. Do you feel rejected when significant others spend time apart from you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;8. Do you doubt your ability to be who you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;9. Are you uncomfortable expressing your true feelings to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;10. Have you ever felt inadequate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;11. Do you feel like a “bad person” when you make a mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;12. Do you have difficulty taking compliments or gifts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;13. Do you feel humiliation when a close one makes a mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;14. Do you think people in your life would go downhill without your constant efforts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;15. Do you frequently wish someone could help you get things done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;16. Do you have difficulty talking or relating naturally to people in authority?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;17. Are you confused about who you are or where you are going with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;18. Do you have trouble saying “no” when asked for help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;19. Do you have trouble asking for help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;20. Do you have so many things going at once that you can’t do justice to any of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;If you identify with some or several of these symptoms; are dissatisfied with yourself or your relationships; you should consider seeking professional help. Arrange for a diagnostic evaluation with a licensed physician or psychologist experienced in treating co-dependency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;When Co-dependency Hits Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recovery and treatment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;So what is really the difference in being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt; responsible &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt;to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt;others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt; instead of being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt;responsible &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt;for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "&gt;others &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;in our lives? To understand that we need to understand both ourselves and our close relationships better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRPRuCj6xAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/PIIoAGAXAZo/s400/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 223px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554013354369664002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The first step in c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;hanging unhealthy behavior is to understand it. It is important for co-dependents and their family members to educate themselves about the course and cycle of addiction and how it extends into their relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of change and growth is necessary for the co-dependent and his or her family. Any caretaking behavior that allows or enables abuse to continue in the family needs to be recognized and stopped.&lt;b&gt; The co-dependent must identify and embrace his or her feelings and needs.&lt;/b&gt; This may include learning to say “no,” to be loving yet tough, and learning to be self-reliant. People find freedom, love, and serenity in their recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, hope lies in learning and understanding more. The more you understand co-dependency the better you can cope with its effects. Reaching out for information and assistance can help someone live a healthier, more fulfilling life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everyone carries some &lt;em&gt;baggage&lt;/em&gt; from their life’s journey. We can see that we are all lugging around some different sized loads – but we all have a load to bear.&lt;b&gt; It is irresponsible for anyone to try and dump their baggage on someone else and equally irresponsible for us to carry someone else’s.&lt;/b&gt; It is important that we all carry our own load. (We all have baggage – we just need to learn how to carry it gracefully.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With this baggage carrying analogy, we can see that if someone is trying to carry the load of another the weight becomes unbearable for one (he/she has been dumped on) and the other person is experiencing unbridled freedom – no worries. This isn’t good for either person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everyone has their own baggage or burdens to live through and carry. Life is just that way. Things happen on an everyday basis – we all must experience, learn and (hopefully) grow through these experiences, thus becoming more graceful at carrying our own burdens. If we try to carry this baggage for another, then we are depriving the person of experiencing his/her life. We are getting in the way of the lessons that are being introduced to them. We are feeling responsible for their life – for their happiness – for their success – even for their failures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The same can be said if we try and get others to carry our life’s baggage. If we keep handing it off and not dealing with it ourselves then we are expecting someone else to be responsible for our lives. We are giving up our power. We will miss out on all of the opportunities we are presented to experience, learn and grow as a person. We will never learn how to gracefully walk with our burdens – our baggage. We are not being responsible for ourselves or our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Instead, it is a much more healthy approach to living if we consider ourselves &lt;em&gt;responsible to&lt;/em&gt; other people rather than being &lt;em&gt;responsible for&lt;/em&gt; other people. Sometimes life dumps a &lt;em&gt;trunk&lt;/em&gt; on us and we need genuine help to carry it. It is far too heavy to carry alone. These are times in life that are extra heavy, extra difficult, extra trying. In these cases we are all &lt;em&gt;responsible to&lt;/em&gt; ask for help and those of us who are able would be loving and supportive to help during those times of trial – ie. illness, death, divorce, natural disaster, abuse, war, etc. These times call for assistance – a temporary sharing of the load that someone has experienced in their life. To help the person struggling is to be &lt;em&gt;responsible to &lt;/em&gt;them - we are there to help, supporting others during difficult times of trial and pain. We are assisting, not trying to carry or control the burden alone. We are helping out for a while until such time as the trial is lifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One of the most commonly identifiable behaviors/attitudes in co-dependency is that of trying to control our environment (namely relationships) to satisfy our deep need of wanting to be loved. Have you ever found yourself saying things like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 36px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“If I was good enough, strive to make and be my very best he/she would love me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“If I don’t do it, the job won’t get done or won’t be done right and people will be disappointed in me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“If I volunteer more, I will be liked and respected.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“I know so much through my experiences, it is my responsibility to pass on this information to everyone whether they think it is important information or not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“If I do things perfectly, I feel safe, and people will respect me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“My spouse/significant other will always be happy if I just behave in a certain way and/or provide for their every need.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“If we pretend that the abuse or wrongdoing isn’t happening, things will work out okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“If I can just avoid saying anything confrontational, but just make a even better effort in fixing things, then they might be fine in the end.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I need to give 120% - one hundred percent of myself all the time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; line-height: 18px; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“A job worth doing, is worth doing perfectly.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://grownewhope.com/images/leaf.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“If I feel guilty, I must have done something wrong, so I need to do anything in my power to fix it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All of these statements suggest a strong issue of co-dependency. Here we are trying to carry someone’s baggage rather than letting them carry it themselves. It is a place where our boundaries blend in too closely with those boundaries of our family members, friends and loved ones. They all suggest passively having control over other peoples’ opinions, thoughts and feelings – being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em   style="line-height: 18px;   font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;responsible for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; others. If we have co-dependant attitudes/behaviors, deeper down we believe that we are influential of all the circumstances – we are able to “make" someone happy, sad, angry, furious, out of control, elated, content…the list goes on and on. With co-dependant behaviors/attitudes come the belief that through our actions we control how all other people see us, value us, and respond to us. This is a recipe for disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRPRSqNKdMI/AAAAAAAAB3c/JgYnic5dldA/s400/iceberg.gif" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 349px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554012883975304386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;  font-size:medium;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rather than allowing others to own their own reactions to situations, we believe they should respond in a way defined (and usually desired) by us. In many situations this isn’t necessarily “evil” control, but actually stems out of good wishes and wanting the best for others. It is just very misunderstood. Many of us want our family members to be happy and satisfied with life. We desire love and nurturing relationships. We want our bosses to approve of us and like us. None of these desires are wrong unless they get in the way of living life in an honest way where we are feeling responsible for other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It is important that we learn to live life in a way that is true to who we fundamentally are and what we believe. To live otherwise is to live in a falseness-of-self that will always come back to haunt us. We can’t “make” anyone feel, act, or be someway they don’t&lt;em&gt; choose&lt;/em&gt; to be themselves…that is their choice (not ours) to make. Often times a person can get trapped in this cycle when involved in a relationship where he/she really cares about how the other person feels about him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Remember back to your youth…as a teenager, we often would discover someone and develop a huge crush on him/her. We would wonder what they liked to do and what kind of things happened that resulted in smiles and laughter in their lives…we look for those things that made them tick. Then, we might have tried to emulate this type of person so that the object of our desire would “like us.” Maybe, if we were able to perform perfectly, dress perfectly, behave just so - this person might even fall in love with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We did our homework. We discovered what was important to him/her and then snared them in the trap of our charm. Weeks or months later, we possibly discovered that there were things about him/her that we weren’t all that wild about. Maybe we became sick to death of going shopping or having football games on t.v. every Sunday. We may even have tried to change them a bit…maybe bringing up other options for entertainment that were important to us – we encouraged them kindly (or forcefully) to just try and see how wonderful these things could be. We wanted them to change to fit what our real desires were – what was really in our hearts.  &lt;b&gt;Instead of respecting that they where who they were and we were who we really were – that person behind the persona of “perfect.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRPXkBFAWBI/AAAAAAAAB3s/pM817FU19E8/s400/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554019779242645522" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 224px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Does this scenario sound familiar? Unfortunately, it is all too often the case in relationships – even past our teen years. The passionate infatuation stage wanes and we find ourselves tired of trying to be someone we aren’t and then wanting to have our partner “just love me for who I really am.” We may also attempt this same type of manipulation with our parents or other significant people in our lives. Trying desperately to gain approval, acceptance, love – it just doesn’t work. We cannot (nor should we even try) get people to feel things they do not want to feel – even love. (Sorry Cupid, those arrows really don’t work!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The best we can hope for and actually what we should be striving toward, is being true to who we are in our hearts. That doesn’t mean to be blindly accepting of our behaviors (both good and bad). But rather to live true to our values, skills, personality, and all those gifts that enrich our personhood. We need to discover, learn and grow in who we are. Then, we bring our “best” self to the table of any and all relationships. If the “object of our desire” isn’t receptive – that may be quite sad (and sometimes devastating) – but it is his/her choice.  We shouldn’t try to manipulate this process. It is the best for all involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If we think about it logically and remove our personal feelings from the observations, it really makes a lot of sense. If we are respectful of others’ boundaries and desires as well as our own, the result will be good matches rather than &lt;em&gt;manipulated&lt;/em&gt; partnerships. Everything will be out on the table with no surprises. We won’t be trying to change anyone and no one will be trying to change us. We will all be living in truth rather than wishing for what “could possibly be if he/she would change.” The result will be an honest connection between people who share common values, beliefs, convictions, interests, etc. &lt;b&gt;Not only will we be loving someone as they are – we will be loved for who and what we are – “loved for being me!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-1139039746411522974?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1139039746411522974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/co-dependency-co-dependency-is-denial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1139039746411522974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1139039746411522974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/co-dependency-co-dependency-is-denial.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRPYWF-TpXI/AAAAAAAAB38/nmN78emcCkY/s72-c/LAST_SUPPER_OF_CODEPENDENCY_by_ghos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-4733808672270450789</id><published>2011-10-20T10:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:28:46.662+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How we choose to shape our lives :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like muddy water our hearts await cleansing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turbid or clear, its nature is of our choosing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black or white, right or wrong - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these things come from the heart and its training:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destiny is shadowed by the color of our intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Tao Te Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                    &lt;h1&gt;Two Wolves - A Cherokee Parable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                                    &lt;/div&gt;                                     &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;An                      old Cherokee chief was teaching his grandson about life...&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                "A fight is going on inside me," he said to the                      boy.&lt;br /&gt;                "It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                "One is evil - he is anger, lies, envy, sorrow, regret, greed,                      arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies,                      false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                "The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity,                      humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth,                      compassion, and faith.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                "This same fight is going on inside you - and inside                      every other person, too."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked                      his grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;                "Which wolf will win?"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                The old chief simply replied,&lt;br /&gt;                "The one you feed."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-4733808672270450789?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4733808672270450789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-muddy-water-our-hearts-await.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/4733808672270450789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/4733808672270450789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-muddy-water-our-hearts-await.html' title='How we choose to shape our lives :-)'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-115141053816711836</id><published>2011-10-17T14:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:45:34.989+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>Just being</title><content type='html'>I want to make today's post about something I have thought a lot about through life. About our relation to the so called "negative" emotions we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All from childhood, we learn in this society, that some feelings are "negative". A natural cause from seeing something as negative, is trying to avoid or escape these things. Also we are taught that some feelings are positive - joy, happiness, and comfort. As a consequence, these are the feelings being socially accepted to express. Because of this, a lot of us also try to focus on these feelings - we don't want to be sad, we want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the ultimate feeling that we all are journeying towards - that we are taught is the ultimate goal. Society teaches it to us and the message is easy to pick up everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9jY8ofufZY/TpyhxHHBkjI/AAAAAAAACqI/LfshIyQjHuQ/s1600/Whats-wrong-with-just-being-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9jY8ofufZY/TpyhxHHBkjI/AAAAAAAACqI/LfshIyQjHuQ/s400/Whats-wrong-with-just-being-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664580296419414578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might think that this is something you have decided yourself, because happiness feels good, and sadness not, but just take a moment here and dig a little deeper. Don't just throw it away with that thought before you have read what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are taught to strive for happiness**....and finally, in the western societies, it is what we all are searching for. Think about it....what you want to find in a new job, with money, with travels, with discovering yourself, with a partner, a new place to live, children. We are taught that we need satisfaction, and through satisfaction comes happiness, and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiness is life&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for happiness is also found in different religious or philosophical movements.&lt;br /&gt;What makes us happy and how can we find it?&lt;br /&gt;Or the answers are already given to us through recipes of how to make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;One angle is telling us that love is the only true and pure feeling. Love is what we should all fill ourself with, and love will take away hate and negativity.&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that simple?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really true that all you need is love?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing things trough these glasses of reality, I realize that to me they look tinted on the outside, so I with them I will see the world colored, but not as it is.&lt;br /&gt;Can we really set fixed values on feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have always been a strong believer in the power of love and especially compassion, but does it really take us forward to surprise parts of our own natural instinct and feelings? I am not saying that if we get angry, we always have to express it. Sometimes I feel that being part of growing and getting emotionally mature is the ability to actually be able to contain your own feelings and feel them internally, without necessarily having to express them externally (but neither surpress them). To have room for your own sentiments inside yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can look at this strictly from an angle of experience....Let us say that you feel sadness. Is it uncomfortable? If it is, have you asked yourself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY it is uncomfortable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the sadness in itself that really is uncomfortable and a "negative" feeling, or is it the frames you have created around it, that is making it so?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think that I am taking this too far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAhI6rtaUxc/Tpyh0-WpwTI/AAAAAAAACqU/eq5e4Nanxbs/s1600/being.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAhI6rtaUxc/Tpyh0-WpwTI/AAAAAAAACqU/eq5e4Nanxbs/s400/being.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664580362788520242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe you think that you could not possibly have such power over feelings, but just take a minute and try to look at it, for real!&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad, what is the focus you have?&lt;br /&gt;Do you allow yourself to be sad?&lt;br /&gt;Do you let it in without judgment?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you fight it or try to find ways to be happy again?&lt;br /&gt;Do you define it as a negative place state of mind, or are you comfortable just letting it exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it possible that the struggle AGAINST the sadness is what makes it uncomfortable as a feeling and not the sadness in itself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that I have had times when I felt sad and at the same time perfectly good. Actually, the feeling of sadness was a state of mind I "enjoyed" in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that your reactions and perceptions of this feelings is what is making it "negative" and uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;Could the feeling in itself - "sadness", be just an altered state of mind, with no minus or plus labeled to it in reality. Just something different on an emotional scale, that changes.&lt;br /&gt;isn't change a natural cause in nature? How can we just stay in one thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you look at nature - at anything in nature, it seems to have a built in strive for balance.&lt;br /&gt;It can be found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just take your sight. (You can try this out.)&lt;br /&gt;If you take something of a color (chose a strong, vibrant one, just to make the example clearer) and hold it about 30 cm from your face. Then hold your gaze at it for about one minute without blinking. Then, when you take away your stare from it, look directly at something white. What you instantly will see is the natural opposite color to the color you were looking at. Direct oppositions in color neutralizes each other and creates balance. You eye is producing a fake opposite to the color you were looking at. This is your eyes way of creating balance, as the rest of nature also does.&lt;br /&gt;Nature strives for balance, so why should we struggle against it?&lt;br /&gt;Emotions come in us like the tide of the water. If it goes up, it is natural that it must go down later. So why do we fight it?&lt;br /&gt;If everything flows in a natural stream of balance, cant we just go with it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can look at our emotions and not see them as being good or bad...But maybe we can see them for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody disagrees or has a different point of view I would be very interested to hear it, so don't hesitate to make your comment against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**read: happiness for the ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-115141053816711836?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115141053816711836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115141053816711836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115141053816711836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-being.html' title='Just being'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9jY8ofufZY/TpyhxHHBkjI/AAAAAAAACqI/LfshIyQjHuQ/s72-c/Whats-wrong-with-just-being-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-4278356802271187163</id><published>2011-10-17T01:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:36:29.130+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Like a tiny flower</title><content type='html'>Remember the little things that can make your days shine -&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SKlaPthR5tI/AAAAAAAABGE/VidzKGalSfQ/s1600-h/hand-IMG_2754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SKlaPthR5tI/AAAAAAAABGE/VidzKGalSfQ/s320/hand-IMG_2754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235815267758630610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; color of a leaf, a smile from a stranger, the sun through your window,&lt;br /&gt;a friend from the past returning to your life&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that matter. The love that you give, the warm words that you share.&lt;br /&gt;Why hold on to negative things when we can pull ourselves up with positive words and smiles? Hold on to the good. Spread it around you, you will see how everybody is reaching out for it. I do believe all human just want the good deep down. If we just remember who we really are, our true nature, we can spread this goodness further and further out.&lt;br /&gt;Many hugs to all of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;- Aasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-4278356802271187163?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4278356802271187163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/4278356802271187163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/4278356802271187163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember.html' title='Like a tiny flower'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SKlaPthR5tI/AAAAAAAABGE/VidzKGalSfQ/s72-c/hand-IMG_2754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-5070604975248971158</id><published>2011-10-01T12:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:45:06.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEPAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hei alle sammen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jeg har en ny hjemmside! Her kan du se fler av bildene mine  og lese litt mer om meg og hva jeg jobber med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqcNHH95DUk/Tobu-Vj6VTI/AAAAAAAACcI/oFdGppGFfwQ/s1600/hjemmeside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqcNHH95DUk/Tobu-Vj6VTI/AAAAAAAACcI/oFdGppGFfwQ/s400/hjemmeside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658472736544675122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeg leier også ut fotostudio i  Oslo. Alt dette finner du på siden - bare følg &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sorex.no/fotograf/index.html"&gt;LINK  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have  a new webpage for my work! Here you can see samples of my photos, read about my  work and also get information about the studio I am renting out. &lt;a href="http://www.sorex.no/fotograf/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sorex.no/fotograf/index.html"&gt;Have a look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-5070604975248971158?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5070604975248971158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/homepage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5070604975248971158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5070604975248971158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/homepage.html' title='HOMEPAGE'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yqcNHH95DUk/Tobu-Vj6VTI/AAAAAAAACcI/oFdGppGFfwQ/s72-c/hjemmeside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-3324107542545466445</id><published>2011-08-21T08:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:32:28.169+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Look around you....</title><content type='html'>Do you really see? Do you use your eyes and look through&lt;br /&gt;...not just on? All these pieces that are built around us. Forming the castle we call society&lt;br /&gt;What is it there to protect you agsinst?&lt;br /&gt;Life?&lt;br /&gt;Do you run around in your own circle? - thinking your forced way  was created by yourself? Did you ever see the barrs that fenced you in? Did you ever look out and longed to break free? Did you ever question the things you have done? Did you ever realize the slow death of your soul?&lt;br /&gt;entrapped in a soft, gentle, suffocating loveembrace - with school, money, career, house, loans, papers, satisfaction, ego&lt;br /&gt;a slow distruction&lt;br /&gt;a gentle dieing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zx3Rr7ca0Y/TlDeqk3e4sI/AAAAAAAAB78/uqku7_GH1Qk/s1600/dep_4952586-Hairless-sphynx-rat-an-exercise-wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zx3Rr7ca0Y/TlDeqk3e4sI/AAAAAAAAB78/uqku7_GH1Qk/s320/dep_4952586-Hairless-sphynx-rat-an-exercise-wheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643255156127490754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the free, lovely, playfull being that you are&lt;br /&gt;Why do you seek these things? Do you think they will make you happy? - more complete? - fulfilled? At peace at last?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think a marriage contract will make you love more?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think being beautifull will make others like the real you better?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think knowing time will make you more in control?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think a house will make you feel safer?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think prestige makes your selfworth deepen?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think money will make you happier and more free?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think having the things other people have will make you more accepted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think any of these things will last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us run away together! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-3324107542545466445?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3324107542545466445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-around-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3324107542545466445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3324107542545466445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-around-you.html' title='Look around you....'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--zx3Rr7ca0Y/TlDeqk3e4sI/AAAAAAAAB78/uqku7_GH1Qk/s72-c/dep_4952586-Hairless-sphynx-rat-an-exercise-wheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-8470900083341186802</id><published>2011-08-07T11:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:41:11.148+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of books films and quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Longing and eternity</title><content type='html'>The following passage is from &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/resources/bookgroup/smillassense_bgc.html"&gt;Smilla's sense of Snow&lt;/a&gt;, a 1992 novel by Danish author Peter Høeg. A strange mystery that involves a child's murder and an eeriey trip to Greenland. The book is also made into a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120152/"&gt;film&lt;/a&gt;, casting Julia Ormond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what the foundation of mathematics is? ... The foundation of mathematics is numbers. If anyone asked me what makes me truly happy, I would say: numbers. Snow and ice and numbers. And do you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Because the number system is like human life. First you have the natural numbers. The ones that are whole and positive. The numbers of a small child. But human consciousness expands. The child discovers a sense of longing, and do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1891/1600/ci_smill.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1891/200/ci_smill.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something. And human consciousness expands and grows even more, and the child discovers the in-between spaces. Between stones, between pieces of moss on the stones, between people. And between numbers. And do you know what that leads to? It leads to fractions. Whole numbers plus fractions produce rational numbers. And human consciousness doesn't stop there. It wants to go beyond reason. It adds an operation as absurd as the extraction of roots. And produces irrational numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a form of madness. Because the irrational numbers are infinite. They can't be written down. They force human consciousness out beyond the limits. And by adding irrational numbers to rational numbers, you get real numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1891/1600/Smilla06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6500/1891/200/Smilla06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because now, on the spot, we expand the real numbers with imaginary square roots of negative numbers. These are the numbers we can't picture, numbers that normal human consciousness cannot comprehend. And when we add the imaginary numbers to the real numbers, we have the complex number system. The first number system in which it's possible to explain satisfactorily the crystal formation of ice. It's like a vast, open landscape. The horizons. You head towards them and they keep receding. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://faculty.ivc.edu/rzucker/snapshots/Smilla%20on%20Mathematics.WMV"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for a film clip of the mathematics scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-8470900083341186802?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8470900083341186802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-know-what-foundation-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8470900083341186802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8470900083341186802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-know-what-foundation-of.html' title='Longing and eternity'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-2221960316250004188</id><published>2011-08-06T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T19:41:50.868+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of books films and quotes'/><title type='text'>Into the wild</title><content type='html'>"There is pleasure in the pathless woods,&lt;br /&gt;There is rapture on the lonely shore,&lt;br /&gt;There is society where none intrudes,&lt;br /&gt;By the deep sea and the music in its roar;&lt;br /&gt;I love not man the less, but Nature more."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.digihitch.com/amz-books-lord-byron"&gt;Lord Byron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love nature like nothing else. Maybe because I feel it is the one thing that can get me back to the thing we all hunt around after when it comes down to it, the feeling of a meaning with our lives - a feeling of importance, an answer without a question. So, that is how nature make me feel, an answer arises inside of me in the forest, in its stillness, babbling brooks and shimmering lights. A feeling of purpose coming from nowhere and arriving within. I am at peace there, and I need nothing more than the trees and existence itself.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I have always been touched deeply by different medias describing this feeling, such as films, books and poetry. One of these were the film "Into the wild"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the Wild is a film based on the 1996 non-fiction book of the same name by Jon Krakauer about the adventures of Christopher McCandless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/R-LERyei8nI/AAAAAAAAA9w/-BLnfK_M6To/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/R-LERyei8nI/AAAAAAAAA9w/-BLnfK_M6To/s400/bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179918331316204146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher McCandless is a top student at Emory University and an athlete. After graduating, he decides to give $24,000 of his savings account to Oxfam and later, to burn all the money in his wallet. He hitchhikes to Alaska to live in the wild. During his adventure, he encounters several unique people that change his life before he faces the dangers of wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;A story of a man who left society behind in his search for truth. The truth within himself and the truth in being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought about the film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a story as old as stories themselves, a theme which we have seen or heard in many variations before - A man leaving his old, safe life behind, going into the unknown, looking for true meaning. And many movies have also been made of the subject.&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to call these movies the "Carpe Diem-films". The stories that are meant to show you something deeper, that is whispering softly, or shouting out loud to you - "seize the day!" Disappointingly often these films are just a stew of sentimentalism that hardly ever seem heartfelt or genuine (e.g: the movie "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bucket_List"&gt;The bucket list&lt;/a&gt;", featuring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman)&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Into the wild" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is something different.&lt;/span&gt; It is an exception to the rule, a story that genuinely speaks from the heart and also reach you there...this movie wakes you up, shakes you. It crawls under your skin and moves you. And maybe it might even make you rethink some of your life values.&lt;br /&gt;It is a movie quite unlike what we are used to these days in the film-land of sentimental trow-up. At least I feel that I haven´t seen anything like it in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intothewild.com/"&gt;Into the wild&lt;/a&gt; is really worth a visit to the movies and hopefully, maybe later, it will take you to a visit to the forest ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intothewild.com/"&gt;- Official site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://outside.away.com/outside/features/1993/1993_into_the_wild_1.html" class="external text" title="http://outside.away.com/outside/features/1993/1993_into_the_wild_1.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;- The original article that inspired to the book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-2221960316250004188?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2221960316250004188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/into-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/2221960316250004188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/2221960316250004188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/into-wild.html' title='Into the wild'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/R-LERyei8nI/AAAAAAAAA9w/-BLnfK_M6To/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-9215892157656888223</id><published>2011-06-19T09:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:10:23.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerability and gentleness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I praise what is truly alive&lt;br /&gt;what longs to be burned to death&lt;br /&gt;And so long as you haven`t experienced&lt;br /&gt;this: to die and so to grow,&lt;br /&gt;you are only a troubeled guest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on this dark earth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Wolfgang_von_Goethe" class="l"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goethe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A text about personal transformation, and relating to others. How can gentleness and feeling pain really be a powerful strength?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first open to our pain, it often feels as though we are bleeding. yet this kind of emotinal bleeding helps awaken the heart, allowing vital energies in us that have become coagulated to circle again. To let our pain move in this healing way requires awareness, courage, and gentleness--being present with the pain instead of believing scare stories in our mind about where it might take us, opening ourselves to the place where we hurt inside, bringing caring presence to it, and letting those we love see it as well. In this way, helping us connect with our warrior spirit, pain can become a friend and ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend, Tracy, has told me about some of her struggles, and transformation, relating to exactly these issues, and her partner Mark. She had a long time been feeling very resentful about her partner, but during a process where she allowed her pain about it to flow, finally accepted the situation. Thus when she felt her disappointment that Mark wasn't everything she would like him to be, and let this touch her, she realized, and expressed;&lt;br /&gt;"We each have differences and im&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TK2HHMvZBBI/AAAAAAAABx4/p6nlB3GRbs8/s1600/weaklink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TK2HHMvZBBI/AAAAAAAABx4/p6nlB3GRbs8/s400/weaklink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525220875602297874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perfections that hurt each other. Yet there is nothing wrong with feeling that pain. it makes me feel my heart`s blood--my openness to myself, to him, and to love itself." In proclaiming her vulnerability this way, she was stepping beyond her fear of pain and heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the word vulnerability has pejorative meaning in our culture. Associating it with weakness and powerlessness, we often think of a vulnerable person as someone who is overly sensitive to being hurt or offended. Yet sensitivity to offense is something quite different from the genuine vulnerability of letting our heart be exposed. The ego is always fragile and easily wounded. It is a brittle shell or facade, a pretense that "we are in charge", that "no one can get to us" that we are "captains of our own fate". It is fragile because life is always threatening to expose our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretense &lt;/span&gt;of having power &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over &lt;/span&gt;life. By contrast, acknowledging our basic, human vulnerability--our openness to reality--is a source of real power. In fearlessly allowing our-selves to be vulnerable, we embody the bravery and gentleness of a true warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy confessed and described, that always before, she had tried to make her partners meet her emotional needs in devious, indirect ways. She would avoid stating he real feelings and needs openly because she did not like to feel exposed. It was much safer to manipulate her partner into blaming him when he failed to do so, or just withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;In every relationship, there are times when one partner wants to connect more deeply, but that other is not as emotionally available at the same moment. At first when Tracy experienced this with Mark, she would feel hurt, and then contract, protect herself, attack, or hold it against him. Then, as her hurt and resentment built up, she would start to think about leaving him. Yet in learning to be compassionate toward the vulnerable part of herself, where she felt hurt by Mark`s unavailability, Tracy could let these hard, defensive edges fall away. When she softened to her pain, she could simply tell Mark about it, instead of holding it against him or shutting down her love. Expressing her needs more openly, rather than manipulating or accusing him, allowed her love to keep flowing. And she expressed that she felt stronger: no longer did she have to live in fear of pain or feel victimized when she got hurt. In this way, thorough making friends with our vulnerability, we discover a new kind of flexibility and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually think of vulnerability and gentleness as the opposite of power. Yet the softening that happens when we work with our pain can be quite compelling and influential. We become like water, which can generate electric power precisely because it flows so willingly, without resisting gravity or the contours of the land. Water is extremely vulnerable, in a sense. It is soft, it does not resist the touch, it can be molded into any shape, and it receives whatever we put into it. Yet for wearing down what is hard and tough, nothing surpasses it. Just as water, which is so soft, and accommodating, can reduce the hardest of rocks to sand, similarly gentleness is one of the most irresistible human qualities and can penetrate even the hardest of hearts. Whereas hardness stirs up aggres&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TK2Hwh5EdgI/AAAAAAAAByA/mg4o-9XMH80/s1600/gentleness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TK2Hwh5EdgI/AAAAAAAAByA/mg4o-9XMH80/s400/gentleness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525221585654674946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sion, gentleness provides nothing to resist.&lt;br /&gt;So when Tracy show her vulnerability by saying, "I want to feel close to you right now", or "I just need to feel your love", Mark could not resist her. Because she was so appealing at the moment, he would often want to put aside his self-involvement and give her what she asked for. And when she could expose her pain-"It really hurts me when you get so tight"-instead of trying to get him to change, this usally made him soften. No longer was she the fussy princess expecting him to be a perfect prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In learning to appreciate and trust her broken-open heart Tracy says she felt more connected with life than ever before, and more capable of handling the challenges of an ongoing relationship. This was a tremendous victory, which only made her stronger and more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Men can particularly have a hard time seeing that their willingness to be vulnerable is often what touches women the most. They imagine that it is a sign of weakness, and that it will lead to scorn or rejection, or that they will loose control and disappear in the feeling. However, as one woman friend of mine put it,"I find it quite magnetic, when a man lets me see his vulnerability. It only turns me off if he tries to get me to reassure him about feeling that way. If he just presents it openly, I find that courageous and admire him for it." What she is saying is that ego fragility-trying to cover up the rawness of one`s heart-is unattractive, while fearlessly revealing it can be most appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the rawness of the broke-open heart, which being in moments of disillusion, is the transmuting force in the alchemy of love. When we let our heart break open, a certain sweetness starts to flow from us like nectar. As the Sufi teacher Hazrat Inayat khan put it,"The warmth of the lover`s atmosphere, the piercing effect of his voice, the appeal of his words, all come from the pain in his heart." This is one of the great secrets of love. Instead of trying to ward off his pain, which is futile anyway, the lover can use it to transform himself, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;develop invincible tenderness and compassion&lt;/span&gt;, and as the troubadours discovered, become a "gentle man" as well as a heroic warrior in the service of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting the heart break open awakens us to the mystery of love-that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we can`t help loving others, in spite of the pain they cause us, for no other reason than that they move and touch us. in ways that we can never fully comprehend. &lt;/span&gt;Indeed,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if those we love perfectly matched our ideal dreams, they would not touch us so deeply. What we love is just not their pure being, but also their heart`s struggle with all the obstacles in the way of its full, radiant expression. Although their imperfections cause us pain, they also give our love a greater purchase, a foothold,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;something to work with&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It is as though our heart wants to ally itself with the hearts in those we love and lend them strength in their struggle to realize the magnificence of their being, beyond all their perceived shortcomings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So, just as rocks in a stream accentuate the force of the water rising against them, the obstacles to perfect romance can help us realize the power of our capacity to love and who we truly are and what we are made of.  - &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They force the heart to stretch so that it can embrace all of what we are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;This, more than finding the prefect relationship or having someone give us everything we want, is what can heal us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-9215892157656888223?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9215892157656888223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/vulnerability-and-gentleness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/9215892157656888223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/9215892157656888223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/vulnerability-and-gentleness.html' title='Vulnerability and gentleness'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TK2HHMvZBBI/AAAAAAAABx4/p6nlB3GRbs8/s72-c/weaklink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-6780110920257880106</id><published>2011-05-02T10:29:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:12:08.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Building healthy relationships</title><content type='html'>The following is from A Conscious Person's Guide to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involvement, Yes;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the most from your relationship, you'll find it helpful to distinguish between involvement with a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vSauPRj0rs/Tb5rmkWM89I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/JsWRhcO7WoU/s1600/meganne_forbes_sacred_relationshipS27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vSauPRj0rs/Tb5rmkWM89I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/JsWRhcO7WoU/s400/meganne_forbes_sacred_relationshipS27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602033296831476690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;person and addiction to being with the person. Let's define these two terms. Involvement means "l share my life with you." Addiction means "l create the experience in my mind that I in one way or another need you. You provide me with a feeling I want and therefore I need you in my life. Without you I cannot find this to the same degree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involvement means spending some good time together.  Addiction can have many ways of showing itself in a relatinship. It can mean creating emotion-backed demands in my head that dictate what my partner should say and do -- in other words "ownership." In other words, you do not love the person, but who the person COULD be if they changed. It can mean a need to constantly be around my partner, or to give total focus on on them and not myself. This will fill the void of other feelings I might have. It might fill my conscious or unconscious needs that are not met by myself. Or it can be an easy way for my to escape my own depression or other feelings I do not want to deal with. Addiction has many faces, but what it has in common is the unbalanced way it presents itself. It does not set a base for a healthy, balanced, true realtionship between people, no matter the nature of the relation (Frined, lover or companion).&lt;br /&gt;Involvement means that I choose to share of my life with my beloved and build a mutual reality together based on trust and openness.  It means seeing the other person for who they are and following the natural flow of energy that flows between us. Of letting go and of coming back. Of giving room and space to yourself and to find together in closeness. Addiction means that I feel insecure without someone, or something (Sex, attention, flirt, companionship, or something else) -- l want him or her to save me. I don`t want to do without this in my life no matter what it costs me or if I get it from people who are not good for me.&lt;br /&gt;A natural involvement gives me the opportunity to experience all of the beautiful, loving things that a relationship can bring into my life. It also lets us shoulder together the responsibilities and problems of life and develop a mutual trust. Addiction opens a can of worms that makes me tarnish the beauty of my relationship. It makes me impose a lot&lt;br /&gt;of emotion-backed models of how my partner, frined or lover should be for me to let myself be happy. It also puts a great deal of preassure on my partner,- through addiction I place my hopes and dreams on the other person for them to carry. It is not hard to understand that such a burden is not healthy for anyone to put on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a balanced involvement offers us the deeper enjoyments of a relationship, and addiction leads to misery in a relationship, let's look more closely at how involvement and addiction interact. It's possible to have a relationship in which there is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maximum involvement and maximum addiction.&lt;br /&gt;2. Minimum involvement and maximum addiction.&lt;br /&gt;3. Minimum involvement and minimum addiction.&lt;br /&gt;4. Maximum involvement and minimum addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since these four possibilities create varying degrees of heaven or hell in a relationship, let's find out how you can set up your relationship so that it can be as heavenly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;But first, remember that I am talking about your own involvement and your own addictions. It does not refer to what your partner says or does. Instead it puts the spotlight on how you are&lt;br /&gt;operating your head. And this is good news. Any approach to getting the most out of life that depends on manipulating or changing another person is ultimately doomed to fail. But when&lt;br /&gt;you know how to succeed within yourself, you have all the aces in your hand. Actually it's only your mental habits that stand between you and your continuous enjoyment of the melodrama of&lt;br /&gt;your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at setup number one -- maximum involvement with maximum addiction. In this state you have deeply involved your life with the life of another person. You are living with your&lt;br /&gt;partner, and are usually with him or her many hours each day. You are addicted to being with this person. You have "territorial" feelings toward your beloved; you have many&lt;br /&gt;emotion-backed demands of how this person should act to fit your models. We often call this situation "romantic love." Once the romance is killed by addictions, what's left is just "possessive&lt;br /&gt;love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or possessive love is unstable and tends to be emotionally explosive. Frequently heard are such statements as "lf you really loved me you would . . . ." (fill in your addictive demand). This romantic-possessive aspect of the maximum involvement and maximum addiction phase keeps you yo-yoing up and down. You're very happy when things are fitting your addictions; you're very unhappy when they aren't. And in this phase, love is highly conditional. I love you when you meet my addictive models, and I'm rejecting you when you don't. Romantic or possessive love can create beautiful feelings at times. But it is a bumpy road-often with a washout at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ5dplNUKIQ/Tb5uORtUj6I/AAAAAAAAB7g/cy_gYdTybgc/s1600/large_relationship-stock-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ5dplNUKIQ/Tb5uORtUj6I/AAAAAAAAB7g/cy_gYdTybgc/s320/large_relationship-stock-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602036178046193570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now let's look at what happens when you have minimum involvement and maximum addiction. This is when the tears get to flow in your soap opera. It's usually called "broken heart." Minimum involvement means that you do not spend much time (or any time)&lt;br /&gt;with the other person, but you're still creating the experience that your happiness depends on being with him or her. Minimum involvement and maximum addiction sets you up for triggering&lt;br /&gt;disillusionment, cynicism, anger, resentment and the whole Pandora's box of separating emotions. Although you're not involved in living together, your mind can still produce an intense experience of jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A third type of situation occurs when there is minimum involvement and minimum addiction. It's often called "good friends." Since minimum involvement means that you're not&lt;br /&gt;spending much time together, you're not tuning in to the richer veins of human experience that more involvement offers. However, you're not creating a lot of stuff either, since your&lt;br /&gt;mind is not playing out heavy addictions about how the relationship should be. With minimum involvement and minimum addiction, your relationship is generally a light and pleasant&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the fourth state that gives you all of the goodies of a deep relationship and none of the unhappiness. This is characterized by maximum involvement and minimum addiction. In&lt;br /&gt;this state, you consciously enjoy the relationship and realistically play the relationship game. By having the opportunity to more deeply participate in each&lt;br /&gt;other's thoughts and feelings, you have the greatest opportunity to create all of the beautiful sharings that the relationship can bring you. And yet by minimizing your addiction, you do not&lt;br /&gt;keep the here-and-now muddied up with emotion-backed demands that your partner say and do things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this ideal state, your love is less and less conditional. You can communicate with your partner and tell him or her what you prefer in the relationship. But you quickly work on&lt;br /&gt;yourself to handle any addictions you are creating that can chip away at your feelings of love. You get to cooperate in the great adventure of life together and to contribute to each&lt;br /&gt;other's well-being. Here's a chart that can be helpful in sorting out how involvement and addiction interact to determine the quality and quantity of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVOLVEMENT ADDICTION WHAT'S HAPPENING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or&lt;br /&gt;Maximum Maximum Possessive Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimum Maximum Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimum Minimum Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Goodies&lt;br /&gt;Maximum Minimum No Unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of working on your addictions is spotlighted by what I'm going to call the "law" governing relationships: IF YOU DON'T HANDLE YOUR ADDICTIONS, YOU'LL AUTOMATICALLY DECREASE YOUR INVOLVEMENT. From this it follows that to maintain a high level of involvement or to increase your involvement, you must handle your addictions. Now you've got the key to living "happily ever after" -- or at least knowing what the problem is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to look more into this?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Journey-Heart-Path-Conscious-Love/dp/0060927429"&gt;Recommended book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tAVHM6MPx4M" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Journey-Heart-Path-Conscious-Love/dp/0060927429"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-6780110920257880106?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6780110920257880106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/following-is-from-conscious-persons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6780110920257880106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6780110920257880106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/following-is-from-conscious-persons.html' title='Building healthy relationships'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vSauPRj0rs/Tb5rmkWM89I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/JsWRhcO7WoU/s72-c/meganne_forbes_sacred_relationshipS27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-6474924330838740365</id><published>2011-04-17T10:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:26:38.639+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 102);font-family:Arial Black;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who                              You Truly Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Inner abundance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Acknowledging the good that is already in your life is the foundation of all abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1q-J9nDYXnQ/TaqqAfCZZdI/AAAAAAAAB7I/P_tq1s2SRyQ/s1600/teaching-children-to-give.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1q-J9nDYXnQ/TaqqAfCZZdI/AAAAAAAAB7I/P_tq1s2SRyQ/s320/teaching-children-to-give.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596472412269536722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fact is: Whatever you think the world is withholding from you, you are withholding from the world. You are withholding it because deep down you think you are small and that you have nothing to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this for a couple of weeks and see how it changes your reality: Whatever you think people are withholding from you—praise, appreciation, assistance, loving care, and so on—give it to them. You don’t have it? Just act as if you had it, and it will come.Then, soon after you start giving, you will start receiving. You cannot receive what you don’t give. Outflow determines inflow. Whatever you think the world is withholding from you, you already have, but unless you allow it to flow out, you won’t even know that you have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Echart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 102);font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;- Link to original text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the same spirit, let me also include one of my favourite movie clips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 102);font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;BEETHOVEN: ODE TO JOY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q7lGwfr_jZA" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-6474924330838740365?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6474924330838740365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-you-truly-are-inner-abundance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6474924330838740365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6474924330838740365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-you-truly-are-inner-abundance.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1q-J9nDYXnQ/TaqqAfCZZdI/AAAAAAAAB7I/P_tq1s2SRyQ/s72-c/teaching-children-to-give.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-4735661574572625015</id><published>2011-04-16T10:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:05:41.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The hope of spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Even if blame seems more than justified, as long as you blame others, you keep feeding your pain and get trapped in your own ego. There is only one perpatrator of evil on the planet - human unconsciousness. That realisation is true forgivness. With forgiveness your victim identity dissolves, and your true power emerges - the power of Presence.  Instead of blaming the darkness, you bring in the light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Echart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just woke up, and went out to see how the weather was. It wasn't sunny at all, it was actually grey and raining. But after standing outside for a while, I could hear the birds chirping in the trees and fluttering around the house. I was surpr&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-_Rd9E8WTs/TXGPkSgaE9I/AAAAAAAAB5I/OzbUd30kgZ4/s400/3421033575_8da9ca30db_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580399266894582738" border="0" /&gt;ised to see how this actually moved me so much that I started to cry a bit. I had no idea how much I have been longing for spring. And just this little preview of it made my eyes water with emotion. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is something very special about spring. the time in the year that comes after we have spent so much time in the cold and darkness. Spring is like a new hope. Snow melting to unveil flowers, a smile after sadness, seeing your loved ones after a long journey away, and I think that was also what touched me. And then I felt this new hope in my chest too - all the feelings that had been hid by the darkness of winter bubbling up and wanting to bee seen and acknowledged again. Spring is like falling in love. It melts the ice and old hurt from your heart and turns you to light and warmth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never liked to favorite anything, cause I don't like to treat things differently, (like they have different value). But in this case I must make an exception. Spring with all its signs of hope is definitely my favorite season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly think that if I just get some sun and hugs every day, nothing else would bother me :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a beautiful song to enjoy while you are sitting in the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oHs98TEYecM" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-4735661574572625015?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4735661574572625015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/4735661574572625015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/4735661574572625015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope-of-spring.html' title='The hope of spring'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-_Rd9E8WTs/TXGPkSgaE9I/AAAAAAAAB5I/OzbUd30kgZ4/s72-c/3421033575_8da9ca30db_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-8785797395177230460</id><published>2011-04-15T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:51:16.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ILLUSION OF REALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Explained through quantum physics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is fascinating stuff. 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Do you know somebody that just makes you feel that something is wrong, but you cannot pinpoint what it is? They make you feel bad, but they seem totally nice and even wonderful...Still being around them is in the end frustrating for you, but you still don´t know why. You have probably met a manipulative person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- To call on and discover manipulative people before you get attached to them, can save you much trouble and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- There are different degrees of manipulative people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the spectrum are those with a personality disorder&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/Sxk2eT5U-2I/AAAAAAAABtA/U-93FB_wBco/s1600-h/mini-manipulativ-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/Sxk2eT5U-2I/AAAAAAAABtA/U-93FB_wBco/s400/mini-manipulativ-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411416321627061090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; called antisocial behavior. But the type of manipulative people I am gonna talk about here, however, are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those you encounter in everyday life&lt;/span&gt;. They are people who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;function well socially&lt;/span&gt;, and stand out as completely normal people. They can actually very often be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; incredibly friendly&lt;/span&gt; and welcoming, positive and gentle. Anyway, they have a hidden agenda: to "win" over others.&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons for a person becoming a manipulative individuals. And there are also different aspects driving such a person. I am only going to mention a few examples here.&lt;br /&gt;What can drive a manipulator can be a subconscious goal to feel better, or a need to "win", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be in control&lt;/span&gt; or get their way. Their need for this can lie in different aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The neurotic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are more on the neurotic side, what drives a manipulator can be &lt;span&gt;low self esteem&lt;/span&gt;. If they don´t feel in control, this low self esteem will surface. &lt;span&gt;As long as they feel like they are the ones who are rejecting you, and not the opposite...as long as they feel that you want and need them, they are in control.&lt;/span&gt; They need to have the upper hand. The moment they feel like they don´t have it, it will plunge them in the oposite direction where their feelings of rejection, sadness or even despair lies. So they don`t feel above, they see themselves as below and they will &lt;span&gt;avoid this at any cost&lt;/span&gt;. When they avoid this they will not have to deal with their&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;inner deeper feeling of rejection&lt;/span&gt; and low self worth, which they try to cover ut in diferent ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The caracter disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other aspect that might drive a manipulative is a character disturbed personality, who just hasn´t developed enough conscience. Their primal drive is just a basic need to win or get their needs and desires met, and they have not developed a sense of responsibility for their deeds in getting there. Their feeling of guilt is underdeveloped. In other words they have no real developed empathy for other people, so they have no real concerns or guilt feelings about using manipulation to get the things they want.&lt;br /&gt;A quick way to look at these two different aspects is: "A common saying among professionals is that "if a person is making everyone else miserable, he is probably character disordered. And if he is making himself miserable, he is probably neurotic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A key caracteristic to of both kinds of manipulative people is that they most often are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;unwilling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to take responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and will avoid this by different means. This is why manipulative people can be extremely good at &lt;span&gt;covering up their own agenda&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span&gt;and there are some manipulators that are not even aware of it themselves&lt;/span&gt;. These are normally children of manipulators, who have learned passively how to behave and never gotten aware of it consciously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some pointers to manipulative behavior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Flipping the coin:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A manipulator can gain control over you and escape responsibility by making you feel like you are the one with the problem and not them. Being around a manipulative person can be extremely distressful. Especially if they are good at masking up their own agenda and manipulative ways. In the end you might reach a level of frustration that ends in an emotional outburst after all the things they have put you through that you have endured. Then this tactics is often used by the manipulator to make you feel like you are the "crazy one". You had the emotional outburst, right? That it is stemming from their manipulative behavior never seem to come into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Bagatelizing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Making your feelings or the issue you are taking up into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;issues of minor importance.&lt;/span&gt; This might be done actively by plainly saying so, or passively for instance by laughing or making a joke of it. A manipulator can state passively or directly that something is of minor importance, or that the issue or incident brought up was done with the best intentions from his/her side. Both methods will make the manipulator&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; look as a better person.&lt;/span&gt; In the first example cause it makes the manipulated person feel like they are being hysterical and  making something of minor importance into big issues. And in the last example, because their intentions "were good", the manipulated is brought to guilt because they are questioning them. These tactics might very often be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;followed up with some flatter&lt;/span&gt;, to make it look like the manipulator is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;criticizing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you, but &lt;/span&gt;actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supporting you&lt;/span&gt;, something that will ensure you get even more guilt, and will&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not backfire&lt;/span&gt; on them for what they did to you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Denial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tactics can be direct denial or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passive &lt;/span&gt;denial. The latter can be made by behaving like they haven´t understood that they has done something that was not good. This also creates a lot of insecurity in the person that brought up the subject. They might get to a point where they start to question their own judgement and feelings, and therefore it is a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strong &lt;/span&gt;weapon in manipulating them further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Being vague:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Being vague is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/Sxk2MFQhBHI/AAAAAAAABs4/p3WVjcY0Gag/s1600-h/manipulation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/Sxk2MFQhBHI/AAAAAAAABs4/p3WVjcY0Gag/s400/manipulation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411416008460141682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very typical&lt;/span&gt; manipulative trait, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manipulators avoid taking responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. If a manipulator is asked something they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don´t want to answer,&lt;/span&gt; or don´t know the answer to, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being vague is a method for them to keep control of the situation&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of saying the truth or "I don´t know" something vague with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; many interpreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tions&lt;/span&gt; comes out instead. To be vague is a way of not having to be responsible for what they have said. In the end, it might have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; who misinterpreted it all, right? So if or when the subject comes up, this can be played to their favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giving warnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A super way to ensure they will never have to take responsibility. Example: A person can say "I don´t want commitment or a relationship right now". Then after this initial warning they might act as they actually want one, even lead the other part emotionally and physically into it. This will give them all the benefits from it. Then, if the situation gets difficult or it is time for some responsabilities, they might pull out of it and bring back the initial warning they gave to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escape responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  They can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremely convincing&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;they acted in a different manner after their initial warning. Maybe they were just swept away by their feeling? but they also told everything to you in the beginning? So in the end &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are the responsible one, not them&lt;/span&gt;. So they can leave the situation&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; feeling no responsibility for the damage they have done&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even put it all on the other part&lt;/span&gt;. And this is basically what manipulative people are after, direct or passively. So this makes initial warnings quite a strong manipulative weapon. But if you know how to look out for it, you can get away from people using them before they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Play innocent/ confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; To pretend like they don´t understand or even know what you are talking about is also a powerful way to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out of responsibility.&lt;/span&gt; They might even make you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mistrust you own judgment&lt;/span&gt; and think you are the one who is doing something bad for accusing them of these things. To avoid the blame for something by pushing the feelings of guilt back on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;- Ignoring: &lt;/span&gt;To just ignore what you said and move on to other subjects. Pretend they didn´t hear it / receive your mail / letter / message etc or the easiest way, to just bluntly ignore it and not answer at all. In this way they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can make you insecure&lt;/span&gt; about the things you have said, and you will need much force to repeat it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something they wish you will not, so they can avoid responsibility and confrontation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Take the role as a vic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by making themselves a victim they can make others feel guilty. Guilty for "accusing them" or anything similar. Making a victim feel worse will bring up a lot of guilt in a person, so a victim role is a good escape for confrontations.&lt;br /&gt;An other benift from the victim role is getting compassion or pity from others. Both these examples can give them a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passive control&lt;/span&gt; over other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;- Blame others:&lt;/span&gt; Taking away focus from themselves by talking about others behind their backs. Seen in this light they may also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;, because "they don´t do such things". It might also be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passive way of telling you you should never behave like the bad examples&lt;/span&gt; they are giving of the others. In other words, it might work as a passive warning or even threat. I.e: Taking about an ex wife and how she behaved. Maybe she showed them lack of interest or love. By telling you this, they are passively stating to you that you must never do the same, or even, that they need much attention and that you need to provide it. They are also showing themselves in the victim role of somebody else, and gets pity out of you, ensuring that you will not do the same to them if it works.&lt;br /&gt;An other method in blaming others is stating that they are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; only protecting themselves &lt;/span&gt;/ reacting to the other persons behavior. The others started it, they never did, they are only defending themselves or reacting to being maltreated. (Again they are avoiding responsibility)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Lie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To lie about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parts &lt;/span&gt;of the story or all of it. Manipulators are good liars and know well what things to tell you and what to hide. They can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;follow your reactions&lt;/span&gt; closely and play on it to win. Twist the situation after how you respond to it, and bend the truth to fit their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Distracting:&lt;/span&gt; To direct focus in an other area to take you away from the issue you are bringing up, so you will forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make you feel guilty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A very powerful method that gives them total control of you and make them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;able to manipulate you even more&lt;/span&gt;. Many of the above tactics have this effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you interested in learning more about manipulative people and how to deal with them. Read the following book, I can really recommend it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Sheeps-Clothing-Understanding-Dealing-Manipulative/dp/096516960X"&gt;- In sheep´s clothing: understanding and dealing with manipulative people.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.friedgreentomatoes.org/articles/emotional_manipulation.php"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Other article about emotinal manipulation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-3076837549654548141?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3076837549654548141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/manipulative-people-we-can-all-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3076837549654548141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3076837549654548141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/manipulative-people-we-can-all-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/Sxk2eT5U-2I/AAAAAAAABtA/U-93FB_wBco/s72-c/mini-manipulativ-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-8328227669792545446</id><published>2011-03-21T00:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:15:32.078+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My artsy world'/><title type='text'>Drawing by Solveig, 4 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A repost from 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil : Kids - it's fabulous the freedom they have , they have no limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Åsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; -Yes, they are genuine in so many ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;even to the level of cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RghMec43ynI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oW3mF0yzyJI/s1600-h/solveig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RghMec43ynI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oW3mF0yzyJI/s320/solveig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046367468503157362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;hey can look at you and say, "I hate the drawing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; making now, it is not good&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and then you make an other one and they are in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Gil says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm uploading on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; a drawing by my daughter, she is 4 and made it yesterday, I had to scan it because I found it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; good, see. I asked her where she found the idea, she said "in my head. It is a monster, and those are his teeth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;This is what I call freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Åsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; -  says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OHMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; is so great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I miss the times when I drew like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-8328227669792545446?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8328227669792545446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/gil-says-its-fabulous-freedom-they-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8328227669792545446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8328227669792545446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/gil-says-its-fabulous-freedom-they-have.html' title='Drawing by Solveig, 4 years old'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RghMec43ynI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oW3mF0yzyJI/s72-c/solveig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-3990089654103941375</id><published>2011-03-12T22:57:00.025+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T09:28:39.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Night thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is ready to love? equally? openly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not cling to the other for savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nor pushing each other away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to climb your walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to rescue you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These "games" of our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they betray us again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is ready to really love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just him and her, alone and together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All poems and photographs by Aasa Bergem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw7l_X_x-pg/TXwJvBI18YI/AAAAAAAAB64/bxPhI6xbjdA/s1600/184612_10150143043816754_91044241753_8013955_2061752_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw7l_X_x-pg/TXwJvBI18YI/AAAAAAAAB64/bxPhI6xbjdA/s320/184612_10150143043816754_91044241753_8013955_2061752_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583348341396599170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing here quietly&lt;br /&gt;listening to the leaves sing in the trees&lt;br /&gt;filling everything around and in me&lt;br /&gt;with a warm, nestled presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, just in a flash&lt;br /&gt;just in a moment&lt;br /&gt;like a bittersweet kiss&lt;br /&gt;I understand deeply&lt;br /&gt;that which has no words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The branches move sadly in the wind&lt;br /&gt;like hands waving goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up&lt;br /&gt;to a new place&lt;br /&gt;where i can truly feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept too long in a dim light&lt;br /&gt;but finally, I am  really here&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These memories are&lt;br /&gt;like a glass jar filled with&lt;br /&gt;light, green shimmering in summer shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in a windowsill, embraced by&lt;br /&gt;smells of warm spice&lt;br /&gt;and vanilla. I buzz like a tiny little&lt;br /&gt;bee around the jar. Feeling the&lt;br /&gt;softness of my shivering wings as I&lt;br /&gt;fly. A moment with no time, but&lt;br /&gt;just these dreams that form like flickering sun&lt;br /&gt;behind closed eyelids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAaGzeasZE0/TXwIP-mZvdI/AAAAAAAAB54/HBBLYBEtODI/s1600/12837_213306586753_91044241753_4099081_2062446_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAaGzeasZE0/TXwIP-mZvdI/AAAAAAAAB54/HBBLYBEtODI/s320/12837_213306586753_91044241753_4099081_2062446_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583346708627701202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faint longing can be sensed&lt;br /&gt;rustling in the bushes&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and touch the grass with your feet&lt;br /&gt;ever so gently&lt;br /&gt;It´s a forgotten tune&lt;br /&gt;maybe from childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind these hills,&lt;br /&gt;shivering in the trees,&lt;br /&gt;they soak your skin with life again,&lt;br /&gt;and wander with you thought the soft shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aiGVAIV24s/TXwIAKQ15mI/AAAAAAAAB5w/tIudLCtre4A/s1600/12837_213315691753_91044241753_4099128_1677812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aiGVAIV24s/TXwIAKQ15mI/AAAAAAAAB5w/tIudLCtre4A/s320/12837_213315691753_91044241753_4099128_1677812_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583346436880590434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, do that, moon-wanderer&lt;br /&gt;take your heart like a big wet rock&lt;br /&gt;and throw it into the sea of clouds&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;if our love scares you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can even stand next to you&lt;br /&gt;watching it slowly sink to its black, hidden bottom&lt;br /&gt;saying things like"Yeah, let's shock it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done it so many times now&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i used to hope you were different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wE69ZJi_5l4/TXwHVEHgTLI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5nSWZgG4Nj8/s1600/12837_213376966753_91044241753_4099500_601035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wE69ZJi_5l4/TXwHVEHgTLI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5nSWZgG4Nj8/s320/12837_213376966753_91044241753_4099500_601035_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583345696496438450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in the longing love anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I believe in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything that is in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is waiting to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb3NvM_FhR0/TXwHHt_jo3I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ouqPjj4v0eE/s1600/162997_10150104747956754_91044241753_7425210_981284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb3NvM_FhR0/TXwHHt_jo3I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/ouqPjj4v0eE/s320/162997_10150104747956754_91044241753_7425210_981284_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583345467219223410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretch myself outwards and blend with the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I am a tree with the winds blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt;that feels its leaves fold out,&lt;br /&gt;curiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretch deeper, higher, faster, on -&lt;br /&gt;until everything in me pulls&lt;br /&gt;up, up, up and beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all endings final surrender&lt;br /&gt;I am spread out like butter,&lt;br /&gt;soft, slowly and salty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, dark, waving clouds are bursting&lt;br /&gt;from my new-found roots&lt;br /&gt;there, i can see the ground, far down&lt;br /&gt;where you are left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i  am finally&lt;br /&gt;smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ngwNB7V9OY/TXwJ8IHtSrI/AAAAAAAAB7A/y2qHQM4kU00/s1600/10434_165082246753_91044241753_3641221_7319488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ngwNB7V9OY/TXwJ8IHtSrI/AAAAAAAAB7A/y2qHQM4kU00/s320/10434_165082246753_91044241753_3641221_7319488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583348566609185458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eyes in my hair&lt;br /&gt;that blow with the wind&lt;br /&gt;and reach out to find&lt;br /&gt;an innocent smile without a wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what we really believe in&lt;br /&gt;and what we hide&lt;br /&gt;between our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;in the hope of something out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGDiMFVdICo/TXwH3zfy51I/AAAAAAAAB5o/w0F34JOrqvc/s1600/12837_213400801753_91044241753_4099593_5339631_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KGDiMFVdICo/TXwH3zfy51I/AAAAAAAAB5o/w0F34JOrqvc/s320/12837_213400801753_91044241753_4099593_5339631_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583346293330339666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benches in the night are draped in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around them thoughts are filled of all that could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the day, in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so their cold, nightly solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow even stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnGq-gw6aRo/TXwIZZwjBdI/AAAAAAAAB6A/ot0vwpZQO2Q/s1600/28590_427308966753_91044241753_5528445_2605767_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mnGq-gw6aRo/TXwIZZwjBdI/AAAAAAAAB6A/ot0vwpZQO2Q/s320/28590_427308966753_91044241753_5528445_2605767_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583346870536832466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the  cool knowledge of&lt;br /&gt;warm windows and sparking walls&lt;br /&gt;far inside&lt;br /&gt;I move beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leaves are crushing under my feet&lt;br /&gt;this is my blanket&lt;br /&gt;and my fireplace are the blue shadows&lt;br /&gt;that sing around each trunk&lt;br /&gt;in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night make tender dreams arise&lt;br /&gt;that daytime leaves unknown&lt;br /&gt;they gently flow like faint, sweet smells&lt;br /&gt;from old and hidden wells&lt;br /&gt;and gardens overgrown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-JUl2lZz8o/TXwI8ifE8iI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/wbi3D7_aML0/s1600/28590_427308641753_91044241753_5528440_5198214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-JUl2lZz8o/TXwI8ifE8iI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/wbi3D7_aML0/s400/28590_427308641753_91044241753_5528440_5198214_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583347474174898722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have something hidden&lt;br /&gt;something forgotten a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;a childhood memory perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;a dream, a hope, a wish?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;i only feel this sad and beautiful longing&lt;br /&gt;stream through me&lt;br /&gt;like the sight of a bright, warm window&lt;br /&gt;after a long nights walking&lt;br /&gt;in the blue shadows of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldlsr2865hE/TXwJEdXYCnI/AAAAAAAAB6g/ztqNw9mjGSw/s1600/12837_213306576753_91044241753_4099079_7128565_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldlsr2865hE/TXwJEdXYCnI/AAAAAAAAB6g/ztqNw9mjGSw/s320/12837_213306576753_91044241753_4099079_7128565_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583347610239371890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longing&lt;br /&gt;without wings&lt;br /&gt;without flight&lt;br /&gt;without eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longing&lt;br /&gt;without a face&lt;br /&gt;without knowledge&lt;br /&gt;without mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wordless&lt;br /&gt;timeless&lt;br /&gt;but eternally returning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;˜*•.•*˜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4O3q5afcJyM/TXwJN4biZTI/AAAAAAAAB6o/ecf1m3u2M7g/s1600/12837_213306581753_91044241753_4099080_3850874_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4O3q5afcJyM/TXwJN4biZTI/AAAAAAAAB6o/ecf1m3u2M7g/s320/12837_213306581753_91044241753_4099080_3850874_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583347772123407666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some road resemble&lt;br /&gt;like a memory in a forgotten street&lt;br /&gt;a place you have visited in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make you smile&lt;br /&gt;like wordless memories&lt;br /&gt;and a cat finally come home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-3990089654103941375?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3990089654103941375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/branches-move-sadly-in-wind-like-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3990089654103941375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3990089654103941375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/branches-move-sadly-in-wind-like-hands.html' title='Night thoughts'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw7l_X_x-pg/TXwJvBI18YI/AAAAAAAAB64/bxPhI6xbjdA/s72-c/184612_10150143043816754_91044241753_8013955_2061752_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-2086790907036285842</id><published>2011-03-12T10:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T02:35:10.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just love this song so much. It is a comfort and inspiration. Easy listening, simple words, but a﻿ deep meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RdopMqrftXs" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT BE&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my hour of darkness&lt;br /&gt;She is standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the brokenhearted people&lt;br /&gt;Living in the world agree&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For though they may be parted&lt;br /&gt;There is still a chance that they will see&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there will be an answer let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night is cloudy&lt;br /&gt;There is still a light that shines on me&lt;br /&gt;Shine on until tomorrow, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, yeah, let it be&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, yeah, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Let it be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-2086790907036285842?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2086790907036285842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-love-this-song-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/2086790907036285842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/2086790907036285842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-love-this-song-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RdopMqrftXs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-1593321106657871331</id><published>2011-03-05T09:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:06:00.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The happiest countries in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/03/worlds-happiest-countries_n_633814.html#s109416&amp;amp;title=Denmark_77"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was a very interesting &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/03/worlds-happiest-countries_n_633814.html#s109416&amp;amp;title=Denmark_77"&gt;poll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There seem to be something to learn from Scandinavians :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scandinavia is not a religious country, but a lot of people are spiritual, and maybe this is one part of our happiness. I will post an old classic here, that will never die, because it is relevant in age of the world. Lets make this our goal! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XLgYAHHkPFs" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-1593321106657871331?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1593321106657871331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/happiest-countries-in-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1593321106657871331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1593321106657871331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/happiest-countries-in-world.html' title='The happiest countries in the world'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XLgYAHHkPFs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-211603220335490073</id><published>2011-03-04T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T02:29:14.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a very good, guided meditation, that works very deeply if you follow it right. I have used it many times, and find it to be quite poerful. Hope you will enjoy :-)&lt;div&gt;- Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="MIDDLE"&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topleft2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-top2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: middle;"&gt; Jeru Kabbal - Quantum Light Breath .mp3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topright2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="MIDDLE"&gt;&lt;td width="16" style="width: 16px;background-image:url(http://beemp3.com/player/left-ltrow2.gif);"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/light2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 11px;vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;embed class="beeplayer" wmode="transparent" style="height:24px;width:290px;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="290" height="24" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xCDDFF3&amp;amp;leftbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;rightbg=0x64F051&amp;amp;rightbghover=0x1BAD07&amp;amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;text=0x357DCE&amp;amp;slider=0x357DCE&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;loader=0xAF2910&amp;amp;soundFile=http%3A//cyber.law.harvard.edu/blogs/gems/dave/quantumLightBreath.mp3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;img style="padding:0;border:0;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://beemp3.com/player/logo_small.gif" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16" style="width: 16px;background-image:url(http://beemp3.com/player/right-ltrow2.gif);"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16"&gt;&lt;img style="padding:0;border:0;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomleft2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-bottom2.gif);background-repeat: repeat-x;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 11px;vertical-align: top;text-align: center;padding:0;border: 0;margin:0;"&gt;Found at &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=298855&amp;amp;song=Quantum+Light+Breath"&gt;bee mp3 search engine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16"&gt;&lt;img style="padding:0;border:0;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomright2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an other meditation, that can be done by anyone, no matter your mental og physical condition: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/npOOCaAPN5s&amp;amp;autoplay=1&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;Link: Smiling meditation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-211603220335490073?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/211603220335490073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-very-good-meditation-that-works_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/211603220335490073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/211603220335490073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-very-good-meditation-that-works_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-112240406667475663</id><published>2011-03-03T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:00:02.568+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of silliness'/><title type='text'>BOMB-THREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;( a re-post for new adult-children readers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BASED&lt;/span&gt; on true incidents, it is (scarily enough) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL true&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;With the hand on my heart - I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking in the forest today and found a strange-looking wooden thing lying in the bushes (I usually snoop around a lot when I walk there)&lt;br /&gt;It looked like it had some sort of on and off button on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking together with a friend of mine, and at this point she had started to wonder why I disappeared into the bushes. So she came looking for me, asking what I was holding in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;After stearing at it for quite a long time and examining it thoroughly, I managed to identify this fearsome object. And of course did not hesitate a moment to inform her, because I understood the true severity of the damned thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the on and off switch to the most dangerous and explosive bomb made in the entire universe (yes, a lot of bombs have an off-switch as well)&lt;br /&gt;This bomb was made by the Vogons in a vicious plan to explode into pieces and wipe away earth for good. Luckily they had obviously lost the most important part, the on-button. And that is the only reason why we all are still alive today.&lt;br /&gt;By her face I could tell she obviously had some doubts about my explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned her back to me, persistent to walk on, showing a peculiar little interest in such an important matter.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't walk further before I had found out what to do with the dangerous thing I was holding in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the switch very hard, trying to figure out if hard staring could help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;After a while of staring it was pretty clear it didn´t help at all.&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me that I had to come up with an other solution than hard staring, but my mind was blank.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if it was a good idea but I decided to search for advice. Sadly enough the only advicer around was my friend, who seemed to have a reckless relationship to bombs in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She advised me to throw it away, back into the bushes (and since it was of wood it wouldn't harm the nature anyway, she argued)&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this opinion for a while and asked her if it wouldn´t be a little heedless to throw away such a thing....&lt;br /&gt;What if the Vogons found it again - then we all probably would be...&lt;br /&gt;pretty D-E-A-D&lt;br /&gt;pretty F-A-S-T&lt;br /&gt;Didn't she think it would be for the better if I brought it with me?&lt;br /&gt;She said it would be okay to throw it away, and she also had quite a stern and convincing voice - I was just about to believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly swept away by the environmental point she made, but still my doubts were clinging to me. So I asked her if she would take full responsibility if the Vogons found the on-switch to their eart destroying bomb and blew us all away&lt;br /&gt;She said she would&lt;br /&gt;She sounded so self assure I couldn´t doubt her for a moment. (Although I was shocked to observe that she even smiled while saying it)&lt;br /&gt;I threw the botton back to where it had been, secretly admiring her bravery and somewhat impressive and shocking carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you all know&lt;br /&gt;that if suddenly we all die in a huge explosion&lt;br /&gt;I am not the one responsible for it&lt;br /&gt;You MUST BLAME HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;PS: I woke up in the middle of the night with an awfull thought&lt;br /&gt;What if she was a disguised Vogon, sent out to trick me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-112240406667475663?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112240406667475663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/bomb-threat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/112240406667475663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/112240406667475663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/bomb-threat.html' title='BOMB-THREAT!'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-1921754462047451493</id><published>2011-03-03T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T03:42:06.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our approach to life and what it can do to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internal locus of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a few thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mind that turns ever outward&lt;br /&gt;Will have no end to craving.&lt;br /&gt;Only the mind turned inward&lt;br /&gt;will find a still-point of peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ From the Tao Te Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://similarminds.com/locus.html"&gt;Take Free Locus of Control Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a matter of perspective and where you put yourself in relation to the people surrounding you and  what &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SpT2NLvuY-I/AAAAAAAABqw/9C3dgTVn_UQ/s1600-h/Innerself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SpT2NLvuY-I/AAAAAAAABqw/9C3dgTVn_UQ/s400/Innerself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374190961711539170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happens in your life. A person with internal locus of control feel responsible for their overall position in life. It is a person who will not say things like "I failed my exam because it was hard" or "because the professor hates me". Instead they simply ask themselves  - "what was done wrong this time in order to cause thit result? And "how can i prevent this from happening the next time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will never say "I didn't find work because of the high unemployment in the country i live in", but instead they think of what more can be done to get them a better chance. To sum it up, these people&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do not&lt;/span&gt; ignore external life conditions, but they never hang the responsibility of their failure upon them,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; they never play the victim's role&lt;/span&gt; , they know that there is always something that can be done. (And if it is not, they fully accept it and move on, instead of identifying with the situation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite way of dealing - external locus of control, is the person who feels that things outside themselves move against them. In other words, they play the victim´s role, partly because they don't have any other explanation. They may hang their problems on  god's will, bad economy, lack of luck or anything else, the common factor in the resonnement is that the reasons are outer and not internal. The person might be conciously unaware of this, but they take no own responsability for their life by this passive approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making these things concious is the first thing one can do to change this approach to life, if you want to change it.  And by becoming more aware of your own role and approach, you will also find that you overall will feel a lot more powerfull, happy and strong (Belive me - taking out of personal experience here)&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that you have external locus of control, maybe it's the time to change some of the fake beliefs that caused you to have such a way of thinking? Be brave and look at yourself with brutal honesty.&lt;br /&gt;~ Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 60s Psychologist Julian Rotter developed a theory called Locus of   Control of Reinforcement.  His theory centered around whether someone   thinks their life is more influenced by external factors like fate,   genetics, luck, environment (external locus of control) OR by internal   factors like effort, tenacity, and free will (internal locus of   control).        &lt;p&gt;Your results suggests you strongly believe that  internal factors  like drive and free will define you whereas external  factors like  genetics, fate, luck, and environment have little or no  effect.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="color: black; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(203, 204, 165);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Locus of Control Test Results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Internal Locus&lt;/b&gt; (81%) Individual believes that their life is defined more by their decisions and internal drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;External Locus&lt;/b&gt; (19%) Individual believes that their life is defined more by genetics, environment, fate, or other external factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/locus.html"&gt;Take Free Locus of Control Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-1921754462047451493?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1921754462047451493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/internal-locus-of-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1921754462047451493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1921754462047451493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/internal-locus-of-control.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SpT2NLvuY-I/AAAAAAAABqw/9C3dgTVn_UQ/s72-c/Innerself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-5868290655919775239</id><published>2011-03-03T09:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:01:36.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Three random thoughts about life and personality and attractions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we seek is always inside ourselves. What we want from the outside are twisted reflections of our own mind and feelings we carry that we consciously don't know about. This is the way to get to know them. Look at what we want from others, or what we make them feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we stand still and don't try to catch those "illusions" we never get to know for sure what they are about. And we can learn about ourselves what we seek and project to the world and on or loved ones. Do you often feel rejected? Or do you often make your loved ones feel rejected? So you are creating rejection in one way or another. Why? Where does your own inner rejection come from? Old thoughts learned from parents or society? Learn from what gives you pain, anger and sorrows, instead of casting it away. To listen to your inner "voices" is to grow as a person and become wiser every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An other though - there is also a natural flux in our mind and subconsciousness. A drive that moves us in ebb and flow. Processes always moving from inward to outward, from alone to together. Like night and day. Day is outward and night is inward. If youth was summer and elderliness was winter ... then we could say by silogism that as we get old our inward processes get longer and our outward processes get shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to be with somebody and to love them is to learn these things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To learn about yourself, and your deeper unconscious feelings. To grow and be thought by them and through this also to learn about an other person. To in the end see through your own projections and see the other as they really are. that is when you come to love somebody for real. And then. to flow the natural flux of life, the aloneness and the togetherness. The solitude and the uniting. This is, to me, what creates true, mature love, if we are able to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now here is the last perspective, and I think al together they blend and make a whole image of our human existence. The first is the physical. The second the biological. The third is the spiritual. In some ways, they can seem to be contradicting each other, but they are really completing each other. The spiral part is to go beyond the human personality and find the inner silence and the core of your being. In this way you can move beyond conflict and address others with love and acceptance - what the centre o your being is truly made of. Here is an e-book from an author who has inspired me very much on the spiritual realm. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6aw4jgFrOKs" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-5868290655919775239?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5868290655919775239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-random-thoughts-about-life-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5868290655919775239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5868290655919775239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-random-thoughts-about-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6aw4jgFrOKs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-6683350435899556409</id><published>2011-03-03T04:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:00:28.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some good videos with political content</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/thu-march-3-2011-diane-ravitch"&gt;The Daily show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/thu-march-3-2011-diane-ravitch"&gt;This show&lt;/a&gt; is really good. You cannot go to the news channels anymore to get the truth in the U.S. Now maybe this is one of the few voices left in there who really does! Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A remix of Bushes speeches, made into the classical song of John Lennon. Imagine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TizK6Boxdo4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-6683350435899556409?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6683350435899556409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/daily-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6683350435899556409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6683350435899556409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/daily-show.html' title='Some good videos with political content'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TizK6Boxdo4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-5540371772209048978</id><published>2011-02-02T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:24:34.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about the reason why sex is so good? I mean, just technically why? (The other reasons I leave to you ,-) No, think about it. When an area is stumulated the blood rushes to those parts of your body. It fills up, it is almost "collected" and centered there. Then, in the orgasm, it is realeased in a rush. All that blood that was there floods out again in an instant. And that is why first, the area where the bl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZpeHbyK6z4/Tjgi_3jEGXI/AAAAAAAAB70/osodzWOhfGU/s1600/Bloody_Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZpeHbyK6z4/Tjgi_3jEGXI/AAAAAAAAB70/osodzWOhfGU/s320/Bloody_Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636293414292298098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ood was felt so good, and after, why the body feel so good, when the blood rushes back there, giving it rest and pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;It is so many simple little things about blood. Just think about when your arm falls asleep, and you cannot move it, it feels like dead - the blood is gone from it. Then when the blood returns you can again move it. You were alive, your arm was alive, but without the blood there was no life.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder many cultures have celebrated blood and worshiped it as the thing itself that contains life, that the soul lives in and so on. Or how religious costums, where blood must be drained from an animal before it is eaten by man. (Because allegedly then the soul of the animal is gone. Then it is pure enough to eat.)&lt;br /&gt;Was just something I thought about. How these things amaze me, because life amazes me. I wonder about the soul. What is the soul?&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a person who belived in a life after death. I more or less dont anymore. I picture some energy will move on. Maybe my dust will be a flower or some grass, I dont know. Is that all, I dont know either. But I guess I have gotten used to the thought that to me, it might very well be like sleeping. Now, dont get me wrong. I like sleeping. But forever? Would be nice to wake up now and then.&lt;br /&gt;So, that is why I am thinking about all these things. Cause maybe they have a link and maybe they dont. But one thing is for sure. Blood creates life and lets it live. When do you ever feel more alive than wen the blood rushes through you?&lt;br /&gt;It is something to think about at least&lt;br /&gt;- Åsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-5540371772209048978?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5540371772209048978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/blood.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5540371772209048978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5540371772209048978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/blood.html' title='BLOOD'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZpeHbyK6z4/Tjgi_3jEGXI/AAAAAAAAB70/osodzWOhfGU/s72-c/Bloody_Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-113880250874385328</id><published>2011-01-08T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:30:51.913+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>Deeper awareness of ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A leap of faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading Kierkegaard, and something he described really hit me. I recognize my life in it. To see yourself going through these things is quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;striking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will post it here to share it with more of you, and if this can help anybody like it does for me , I would be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kierkegaard, in "Sickness until death" analyzes despair as a dis-relationship to the Self, to the source of being human. For Kierkegaard there are three major forms of despair :&lt;br /&gt;first, despair that is subconscious;&lt;br /&gt;second, despair that is conscious and which manifests itself as weakness;&lt;br /&gt;and third, despair which is conscious and manifest itself as defiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the subconscious form of despair, the person is out of relation to the Self, but is unaware of it. Such a person, according to Kierkegaard, tends to live a hedonistic life, dispersed in sensations of the moment, having no commitment to anything higher than ego-impulses.&lt;br /&gt;This is the stage of aestheticism and Don &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here one can see a type of existence in which people not consciously realize they are in despair, although as Kierkegaard points out, the compulsiveness for infinite sensation and pleasure together with intruding dark moments of boredom and anxiety reveal that all is not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person allows the dark moments of boredom and anxiety to enter fully into consciousness, then comes the awareness of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;-relationship&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Self&lt;/span&gt; (Jung), and the feeling that one is too weak to choose the Self since that demands the acceptance of one´s strength to make that decision.&lt;br /&gt;Here the person despairs over weakness to commit to something higher than ego-impulses.&lt;br /&gt;But if the person penetrates more consciously into the reason for weakness, then comes awareness that the excuse of weakness was really only a way of avoiding the strength already there. What the person originally took to be weakness is now understood to be defiance, i.e.,a refusal to commit!&lt;br /&gt;For Kierkegaard,the despair of defiance is a higher consciousness, a realization that one has the strength to choose the Self, or in his terms, to make the leap of faith which requires acceptance of the uncontrollable and transcendent, but that one chooses not to do so in dark defiance against the powers which transcend reason and man´s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;finitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In defiance, one refuses to change! In the despair of defiance, one refuses possibility and infinitude. In the despair of weakness, one refuses actuality and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. To refuse one is to refuse both.&lt;br /&gt;Those caught in the despair of weakness need to become aware of their strength and shake of their victim identity. Those who control need to see how control can be a false strength and to value the openness to what cannot be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Kierkegaard, resolution and transformation come ultimately when despair in all stages is overcome through a leap of faith. In this leap one accepts at the same time one´s weaknesses and one´s strength, the inter mixture of the finite and the infinite realms in being human, and the realization that human beings must move between the opposites rather than identifying with an absolute.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The famous psychiatrist Carl Gustav Jung also had similar thoughts on the last stage of this inner journey. He thought that the life of each person was a complex and mysterious whole. But the particular course of their development coming from personal family experiences, cultural influences, and innate temperament, tended to lead a person to emphasize one part of the personality and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-emphasize the conflicting part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, that other opposing, unaccepted side was there wanting to be acknowledged and often intruded upon the consciously accepted side, affecting the person´s behavior and disturbing his or her relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Jung thought the task of personal growth was to see the value of both sides and to try to integrate them so that they could work together in a fruitful way for the person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-113880250874385328?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113880250874385328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/personal-growth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113880250874385328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113880250874385328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/personal-growth.html' title='Deeper awareness of ourselves'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-115980083821420727</id><published>2011-01-03T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:36:42.436+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>Redefining emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I found this online, and I think it is a good method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; It is also a known technique in classic psychology, only the approach is somewhat different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; For me it did a lot, so I want to share it with those who read my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;"In order to be brave you must first start by being afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;for true courage lies in the overcoming of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;not in its absence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;~ Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to feel your emotions fully and not resist them&lt;br /&gt;Allow your emotions to flow, even the painful ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Accept full responsibility for your emotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who or what you think caused your emotion&lt;br /&gt;You take full responsibility now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Name your emotions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving your emotion a name increases clarity, awareness and consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Don't just say you feel sad bad or mad&lt;br /&gt;Expand your emotional knowledge until you can positively identify the feeling of violation, disappointments, anxiety, shame, embarrassments and much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Let go of the story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is whatever outside yourself that you think caused your emotion&lt;br /&gt;Literally see the story being cut off from your emotion and fading away&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the story and keep the emotion that you created which now has a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Accept the emotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means not judging it .  Good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Accept the emotion in a spirit of gratitude and learning&lt;br /&gt;This is necessary to do the next step properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Feel the emotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no judging or resistance&lt;br /&gt;Simply feel the emotion&lt;br /&gt;Notice where in your body you experience the emotion&lt;br /&gt;Raise your consciousness as you become a witness - observe your emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you resist will persist&lt;br /&gt;and allowing the emotion in this way is the very opposite of resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Ask for clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a spirit of learning and willingness to grow&lt;br /&gt;Ask for insight as for the reason to the emotion&lt;br /&gt;Don't go back to the story - the cause of the emotion is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and nothing outside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Ask, what do I need to learn from this emotion?&lt;br /&gt;Also ask, what ineffective belief do I own that has created this emotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Identify the belief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a space for the answer to come (it will come)&lt;br /&gt;At the root of nearly every painful emotion is an ineffective belief&lt;br /&gt;You may believe that you must make everyone happy&lt;br /&gt;You may believe that you cant be loved if you are not perfect&lt;br /&gt;You may believe that you are simply not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Replace the belief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have identified the belief, choose to replace it with a more effective belief&lt;br /&gt;Literally say to yourself:&lt;br /&gt;I now choose to reject this (ineffective belief) and adopt this (empowering belief) in its place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-115980083821420727?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115980083821420727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/redefining-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115980083821420727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115980083821420727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/redefining-emotions.html' title='Redefining emotions'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-112506387016476045</id><published>2011-01-02T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:29:26.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The United States of Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A song about a guy you maybe know????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job&lt;br /&gt;I'm your average white suburbanite slob&lt;br /&gt;I like football and porno and books about war&lt;br /&gt;I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor&lt;br /&gt;My wife and my job, my kids and my car&lt;br /&gt;My feet on my table, and a cuban cigar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested&lt;br /&gt;(Oh no) No Way (Uh-uh)&lt;br /&gt;No, I've gotta go out and have fun&lt;br /&gt;At someone else's expense&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane&lt;br /&gt;While people behind me are going insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use public toilets and piss on the seat&lt;br /&gt;I walk around in the summertime saying, "How about this heat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces&lt;br /&gt;While handicapped people make handicapped faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song&lt;br /&gt;Ranting and raving and carrying on&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, hot pink with whaleskin hub caps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheese burgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers, I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam container right out the side and there ain't a God damned thing anybody can do about it. YOU know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words. Nuclear fucking weapons, okay?! Russia, Germany, Romania - they can have all the Democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake-walk right through the middle of Tiananmen square and it won't make a lick of difference because we've got the bombs, okay?! John Wayne's not dead - he's frozen. And as soon as we find the cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out the duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiple that by 15-million times, that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes...&lt;br /&gt;(Hey)&lt;br /&gt;and Lee Marvin&lt;br /&gt;(Hey)&lt;br /&gt;and Sam Pekinpah&lt;br /&gt;(Hey)&lt;br /&gt;And a case of Whiskey and drive down to Texas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song pal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an asshole and proud of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-112506387016476045?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112506387016476045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2005/08/song-about-guy-you-maybe-know.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/112506387016476045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/112506387016476045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2005/08/song-about-guy-you-maybe-know.html' title='The United States of Whatever'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-8102637837659324889</id><published>2011-01-01T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:35:48.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- A repost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, I have started a process of detoxing my entire body. The aim is better general health and more energy. I have also noticed that my thoughts and feeling actually also turn clearer through this process, which has just been a surprising bonus for me. Also, I am enjoying a lot being creative with making these new types of recipes and dishes. If anybody request it, I might put out some here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Here I will write some of the things I am doing, as a tip to others who might want to do the same, but don't have time to find all the information. Hope it will be helpful. And remember, you don't have to do this for the rest of your life.Try it out and see if it changes the way you feel in any way. It can also be good to just do it as a 3 month diet, to get some of the toxins of your body flushed out. Good luck ;-)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First of all, exclude the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most evident&lt;/span&gt; health dangers from your diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are changes anyone can do that doesn't take much effort:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sucrose#Human_health"&gt;White sugar&lt;/a&gt;. Switch to brown sugar (or even better, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stevia"&gt;stevia &lt;/a&gt;if you can find it) and keep the intake low. Be aware of the continents of sugar in the things you eat/drink. Take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.sugarstacks.com/beverages.htm"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;, it is a good indicator (and a bit shocking)&lt;br /&gt;- Normal &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salt"&gt;salt&lt;/a&gt;. Buy &lt;a href="http://www.health-benefit-of-water.com/sea-salt.html"&gt;sea salt &lt;/a&gt;or herb salt. And naturally, keep the intake low&lt;br /&gt;- Avoid butter or margarine. They are very high on saturated &lt;a href="http://www.heart.org/HEARTORG/Conditions/Cholesterol/PreventionTreatmentofHighCholesterol/Know-Your-Fats_UCM_305628_Article.jsp"&gt;fats &lt;/a&gt;, and are highly acidic. Buy or make &lt;a href="http://yogaholidays.net/magazine/ghee.htm"&gt;ghee,&lt;/a&gt; which is non-acidic and a &lt;a href="http://www.heart.org/HEARTORG/Conditions/Cholesterol/PreventionTreatmentofHighCholesterol/Know-Your-Fats_UCM_305628_Article.jsp" class="subtitle selected"&gt;monounsaturated fat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want to take further steps for your health, keep in mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get information on the acidic / &lt;a href="http://alkalineliving.info/Acid-Alkaline_Food_Chart.html"&gt;alkaline &lt;/a&gt;level in your body. A very common factor of disease and premature aging in the western society is a high acidic diet. Look at the chart on &lt;a href="http://www.keytohealthclinic.com/alkalinediet.php"&gt;this page &lt;/a&gt;and compare it with what you normally eat. Keep in mind that the &lt;a href="http://www.alkalizingforlife.com/page/page/5128908.htm"&gt;most acidic foods&lt;/a&gt; are: Table salt, sugar, yeast, fruits and fruit juices, coffee, normal butter or margarine, beer, wine, dairy products and animal products as beef, pork, chicken etc...&lt;br /&gt;- Drink water. (Not too &lt;a href="http://nutrition.about.com/library/blwatercalculator.htm"&gt;much, not to little&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- If you can, switch to organic food or look for bio food. A high percentage of foods are genetically manipulated/modified, sprayed with toxins and treated in other ways that will harm your health.&lt;br /&gt;- Keep the intake of &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/red-wine/HB00089"&gt;alcohol &lt;/a&gt;to a healthy degree.&lt;br /&gt;- Drink green teas/ &lt;a href="http://www.aimatdiscount.com/herbs-in-detox.html"&gt;herbs &lt;/a&gt;for cleansing and &lt;a href="http://chetday.com/detoxmenu.html"&gt;detoxing&lt;/a&gt;. (thnx for the tip Henry)&lt;br /&gt;- Drink vegetable &lt;a href="http://chetday.com/homemadev8juice.htm"&gt;juices (for detox), &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.greensmoothie.com/blend/green.html"&gt;green smoothies&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.greendivamom.com/2008/12/14/12-great-tasting-green-smoothie-recipes/"&gt;recipes&lt;/a&gt;) instead of fruit juices&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-mercola/if-you-want-to-age-gracef_b_700335.html"&gt;Other&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extra tips for more energy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Throw away body care product that contain many toxins. Try to find the simplest and more natural ones. Don`t over use these products. They should only be a supplement to aid your body, not the thing that makes it run.&lt;br /&gt;- Cut gluten from your diet (or at least do a test to check if you react to gluten)&lt;br /&gt;- Cut dairy products:(Coconut milk is a very fine substitute) Cutting milk may also be good for your skin. &lt;a href="http://www.acnemilk.com/the_no_milk_acne_diet"&gt;Read here why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKswinpQ2-I/AAAAAAAABxw/Uz5Hj5j3IZ4/s1600/3270926651_5c02de448f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKswinpQ2-I/AAAAAAAABxw/Uz5Hj5j3IZ4/s400/3270926651_5c02de448f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524562739215784930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veganism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To exclude dairy products from your diet will increase energy and stamina. You can supplement milk with soy products or coconut milk (for cooking)&lt;br /&gt;If this is too difficult for you, try out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vegetarianism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarians live about seven years longer, and vegans (who eat no animal products) about 15 years longer than meat eaters, according to a study from Loma Linda University. These findings are backed up by the China Health Project (the largest population study on diet and health to date), which found that Chinese people who eat the least amount of fat and animal products have the lowest risks of cancer, heart attack and other chronic degenerative diseases.&lt;br /&gt;Animal products are   the major sources of dietary &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.vegsoc.org/info/fats.html"&gt;saturated     fat&lt;/a&gt;. Vegetarianism is therefore also a very good way to keep a balanced weight and body fat, to stay fit, and clean from heavy digestive foods which strain your metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a vegetarian for 17 year. As a vegetarian you avoid a high acid factor in the foods, which are &lt;a href="http://www.thepaleodiet.com/nutritional_tools/acid.shtml"&gt;very beneficial. &lt;/a&gt;But this is not a total requirement for a healthy life style, if you feel that you cannot go through with it. But, if you want to try out the vegetarian diet, be sure to:&lt;br /&gt;Get enough&lt;a href="http://www.vegsoc.org/info/protein.html"&gt; proteins, &lt;/a&gt; B12, &lt;a href="http://www.fatfreekitchen.com/nutrition/iron.html"&gt;iron &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.womentowomen.com/healthynutrition/veganepadha.aspx"&gt;omega 3 fats&lt;/a&gt;. B12 is normally found in animal food, so you should consider supplements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0820/is_1999_April/ai_54232138/"&gt;22 Reasons to Go Vegetarian Right Now &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vegetarian-nutrition.info/updates/vegetarian_diets_health_benefits.php"&gt;The Health Benefits of Vegetarian Diet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weightlossresources.co.uk/diet/vegetarian.htm"&gt;Health Benefits of Vegetarian Diets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will extend this list through time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any links or tips? Feel free to post them under comments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I will include them in the article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Åsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-8102637837659324889?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8102637837659324889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/detox.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8102637837659324889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8102637837659324889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/detox.html' title='Detox'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TKswinpQ2-I/AAAAAAAABxw/Uz5Hj5j3IZ4/s72-c/3270926651_5c02de448f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-3237531016732042152</id><published>2010-12-28T01:20:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T03:05:37.932+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRk3amx1DYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/FN0pFPeT5E4/s1600/express_yourself_508285.jpg'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Emotions and personal growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As one lamp serves to dispel a thousand years of darkness, so one flash of wisdom destroys ten thousand years of ignorance." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Zen qu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not subscribe to certain popular beliefs that some feelings and emotions are negative. I believe that none of them are "negative"; they are all part of you; they are life expressing itself through you, also giving you important messages of who you are and who you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRk5gPraaTI/AAAAAAAAB44/pQ5CNeb7ZDc/s320/raising-the-consciousness.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555534841465432370" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the process of growing up almost all of us will &lt;/div&gt;have found the need to hide are true feelings and who we felt we were for real. In order to gain self knowledge and relate in a healthy way with others and ourselves, we need to get out of such destructive cycles. They maybe helped us survive in difficult times in our past, but now they hider us in relating truly to others, and in achieving inner peace and happiness. So we need to get in touch again with our emotions. Part of this is to be honest about what we feel &lt;i&gt;without judging or labeling the emotion itself.&lt;/i&gt;  We need to let the experience of the emotion flow freely through us, without resistance. In this way, the emotions are released, which means that we do not end up clinging to them, or making them part of who we are, of our own identity.&lt;div&gt;Every human being has a right to be open and to feel the emotions that enter their body. The thing we do not have a right to is to blame others for those emotions. If you want to gain your own autonomy, strength, inner wisdom, and continue on our personal growth, this is a very important step to realize. To deeply understand that &lt;b&gt;you &lt;/b&gt;are the one who is producing your emotions, and to take responsibility for those feelings. This way you will own your feelings as your own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our feelings can be our very best friends, letting you know what you can trust and not trust.&lt;/div&gt;Letting you know your own boundaries and limitations, and letting your heart be open to both pain and love, two feelings which are highly intertwined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you feel love, without being open to the pain it also brings? How can you feel happiness without sorrow? Or put even better in the words of Kahlil Gibrans book, "The prophet":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; color: rgb(65, 89, 65); font-weight: bold; "&gt;On Joy and Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;ee that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRk2JPcrcTI/AAAAAAAAB4I/PqZuC-LDxTw/s400/images%2B%25286%2529.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555531147731759410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;But I say unto you, they are inseparable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.katsandogz.com/gibran.html"&gt;Read more &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katsandogz.com/onjoy.html" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; "&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;rom this book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it is, that without joy, there can be no sorrow, and without sorrow there can be no joy. So there is no need to be so easy on judging them as good or bad, but take them as they are: Two shades of the same color. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there are also other ways of taking responsibility for your emotions. We need to see how we are making ourselves feel the different things we are feeling. they are not just something that is throw down on our heads, like snow from a full roof in wintertime. We react to a situation with thoughts, our thoughts then again creates emotional responses, and then we feel them. Some thoughts and emotions stay with us though, and gets stuck in our bodies and thought-patterns as belief-systems. Sometimes consciously, and sometimes we are totally unaware that they are there. This is why we need to find them, feel them, and let them free. It is also important then to redefine the thought-patterns they are stuck to, to make us react, think and feel in a new and healthy way, instead of the old pattern we have identified with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking responsibility in this way, is also withdrawing the thought of an other person or situation "making you feel this" and taking the focus back to yourself: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link:&lt;a href="http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/redefining-emotions.html"&gt; Redefinin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/redefining-emotions.html"&gt;g emotions, a short guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRk38JNZg6I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/1qPyUWukD_Y/s320/express_yourself_508285.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555533121742013346" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to express your emotion and talk it out with somebody, you might say"My feelings got triggered and felt angry when you did x" . This clearly shows you taking responsibility for the feeling, and is not blaming the other person, but is merely an expression of the situation. This allows you to work and improve to not let this situation arise again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opposite example would be if you said: "You made me angry when you did x" With this sentence you create blame and guilt. Emotions which often are just meant to hurt the other person deliberately, as a revenge for them maybe unwillingly hurting you. Don't get me wrong, to have a conscience is always helpful and also very valuable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes you take healthy choices and consider others peoples feeling. Guilt is never healthy, for either part of a situation.&lt;div&gt;An other aspect of this situation is that the other person actually never made you angry. You made yourself angry. We need rather to look at our anger, or whichever feeling or emotion that is surfacing and see why it is making us angry, be aware of what it is saying to us. In this way we can gain in self knowledge and become the directors of our own lives! We can understand ourselves deeper and also heal old wounds from the past that complicates our lives and makes us miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be happy is not just something that happens to you when the right circumstances are there. To have a happy life is hard work; hard work of awareness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A way to get better in touch with your emotions is meditation. It helps you to get in touch with your genuine feeling self, your intrinsic being. Counselling can help to get things off your chest and give you support to move through difficult situations. Journal writing is another excellent way to stay in touch with yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rome was not built in a day; and personal growth is a task of a lifetime. But no matter what, each step brings you closer to you, and who you really are. And each step that makes you get stronger in touch with your feelings and emotions, will allow you to feel more alive within each moment. And this is a wonderful experience. But that doesn't mean that this will be pleasant all the way, but rather the opposite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRk4SgHSnzI/AAAAAAAAB4g/i9qZbEJmfmQ/s400/images%2B%25287%2529.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 198px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555533505847533362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To face yourself and all the difficult emotions you have suppressed can be quite demanding and hard. but the more you can stay open to them and let them flow, the less it will hurt you. Most feelings and emotions when accepted, even sadness end up feeling quite comfortable. If you "take the whole package" as we say; the "good" with the "bad", stay awake and accepting to what is happening, no feeling really feels negative, but flows through you sometimes almost pleasurably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also something about facing emotions and letting them free, that gives us a healthier life in general. For instance, if you do not show your anger you might think that no one will know you are angry, and you avoid a difficult confrontation. Thing is; people who do not genuinely express themselves when they are angry tend either to find themselves from time to time exploding in arage or maybe expressing this rage thought passive aggression instead. Both reactions that are more difficult for both parts than the original display of anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working out feelings and emotions and getting in touch with your genuine felt self offers an inner richness which is totally independent to any material wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-3237531016732042152?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3237531016732042152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/feelings-and-emotions-as-one-lamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3237531016732042152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3237531016732042152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/feelings-and-emotions-as-one-lamp.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TRk5gPraaTI/AAAAAAAAB44/pQ5CNeb7ZDc/s72-c/raising-the-consciousness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-3370161539531362087</id><published>2010-12-26T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:32:06.264+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetic world'/><title type='text'>Astronomy facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;Binary stars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/427/1778/1600/250px-Sirius_A_and_B_Hubble_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/427/1778/400/250px-Sirius_A_and_B_Hubble_photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are made of two stars that are genuinely&lt;br /&gt;close to each other and bound together&lt;br /&gt;by mutual gravitational attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two stars orbit around a common center of mass.&lt;br /&gt;For each star, the other is its &lt;i&gt;companion star&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The components of binary star systems&lt;br /&gt;can exchange mass, bringing their&lt;br /&gt;evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hubble_Space_Telescope" title="Hubble Space Telescope"&gt;Hubble&lt;/a&gt; image of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sirius" title="Sirius"&gt;Sirius&lt;/a&gt; binary system, in which&lt;br /&gt;Sirius B can be clearly distinguished (lower left).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-3370161539531362087?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3370161539531362087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/binary-stars-are-made-of-two-stars-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3370161539531362087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3370161539531362087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/binary-stars-are-made-of-two-stars-that.html' title='Astronomy facts'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-2184254037513737524</id><published>2010-11-30T08:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:03:45.555+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reality, balance - a random stream of thoughts</title><content type='html'>The ocean, rolling in a steady, salty beat, a tree, its soft lullaby of leaves, carrying me in its branches, the feeling of just being. The moment where suddenly everything meets. Nothing is different, yet everything is. You stand still in life, you just are, exsist. But its not a "just". This pure exisitence is more, it is a moment that seems like a lifetime. A moment where you find a total peace, an end to the restless search that always pushes you on.&lt;br /&gt;This search that I both love and hate at the same time. That makes me explore, discover, learn and live, but that also makes me homless, left without roots, a home or a harbour.&lt;br /&gt;But in this split second everything seems to make sense, everything is clear and simple.&lt;br /&gt;It is the moment your soul rests with everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever experinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The direct opposite are the moments of enless questions.&lt;br /&gt;When the world is to close to me, when the meaningless words that sourrounds me everytwhere, sting me profoundly.&lt;br /&gt;When the ugliness of unseeing eyes makes me want to escape, somewhere, away, from all this fragility of the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Away from our patterns of behavior that is so easy seen through. And that look so utterly pittiful when you do.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the predictable ways of thinking, from settlement into habit,&lt;br /&gt;and the souls afraid of dieing, that never learns to live.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the illusions we create in the name of love, truth and society, from the lies we take as our lives, and the patterns we build as our personalities and so steadily believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that it is possible for a szicofrenic with a split personality to have one personality with remarkable physical differences to the others? I have read about a case where a woman had 12 different personalities and ONE of them had cancer.&lt;br /&gt;So what is consciousness? What is your reality? Your truth?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you just think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world scares me and amazes me at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;All this life swarming around me, everywhere, knitted together with so much death.&lt;br /&gt;It is beautifully morbid.&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know, I never even asked for it. That's the paradox of it all. I never recall asking for this.&lt;br /&gt;I am just here, and now I am forced to question my own existence, and not just mine, but everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this we call reality?&lt;br /&gt;The Buddhists claim that there is a veil of illusion in front of our eyes, and to see behind it is pain. So, we illusion ourselves. Or if we dont, our lives will be suffering and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;The Taoist claim that knowledge is pain and a step away from life, and that the natural, unforzed stream of life is the key to true happyness. "There is no road to happyness, happyness is the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel both these views so close on my body. In the times where I see the clearest, it is like I get separated from the rest of the world. I have never felt more alone than in the moments where I feel a breakthrough where I can see deeper.&lt;br /&gt;And I have never felt closer to life, love, everything, like in the moments where I just let go and am totally in the present.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I never can escape the rise and fall of these two extremes.&lt;br /&gt;Nature strives for balance in this world, and evidently so do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These where just some thoughts on a rainy day that I felt like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Aasa**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RYlgb5KOCeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TLGVYqYvjr0/s1600-h/ch950501.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RYlgb5KOCeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TLGVYqYvjr0/s400/ch950501.0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010642092742805986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-2184254037513737524?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2184254037513737524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/reality-random-stream-of-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/2184254037513737524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/2184254037513737524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/reality-random-stream-of-thoughts.html' title='Reality, balance - a random stream of thoughts'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RYlgb5KOCeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TLGVYqYvjr0/s72-c/ch950501.0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-6959508546559907194</id><published>2010-11-25T09:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T06:52:22.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Social sexuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;Based on erroneous theories about embryonic hermaphroditism, Freud proposed that all human beings were born with an unconscious bisexual disposition. Through the course of normal childhood development, individuals repressed their "homosexual side," thereby assuming a heterosexual identity and achieving psychological "maturity." Thus, while Freud recognized the potential to be attracted to both women and men, he maintained that actually being bisexual was a neurosis. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;Freud influenced popular understandings of bisexuality for much of the first half of the twentieth century, but his was not the only voice on the topic. Freud's associate Wilhelm Stekel agreed that everyone had an innate bisexual predisposition. However, diverging from his mentor, Stekel contended that this initial bisexual potential led naturally to having relationships with women and men. He felt that &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; homosexuality and heterosexuality were symptoms of a neurosis, since being exclusively attracted to one sex required sublimating a basic part of oneself. "&lt;i&gt;There are no monosexual persons&lt;/i&gt;!," he emphatically argued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;The KSOG measures sexual attraction, sexual behavior, sexual fantasies, emotional preference, social preference, heterosexual/homosexual lifestyle, and self-identification. Individuals rate themselves on each variable for their past, present, and ideal futures using the Kinsey scale, resulting in a twenty-one category profile of sexual orientation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;The Klein grid has been popular among bisexual activists, as well as sex educators and therapists, because it recognizes the complexity of sexuality, including the fact that aspects of sexual orientation can change over time and that sexual self-identification is not necessarily reflected in current sexual experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;Despite the attention given to bisexuality in the work of Freud, Stekel, and a number of other psychoanalysts, scientific research on sexuality largely ignored the issue. Historically, most researchers failed to consider bisexuality a specific sexual identity. They combined the responses of individuals who expressed a desire for both women and men with the data from those who were exclusively attracted to others of the same sex or excluded bisexuals from their studies altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;The research of Alfred Kinsey and his colleagues in the late 1940s and early 1950s was groundbreaking for its recognition of the inadequacy of reducing the diversity of human sexual experience to a heterosexual/homosexual binary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;Finding that 28% of women and 46% of men had responded erotically or were sexually active with both women and men, Kinsey's studies awakened other researchers and the American public to the prevalence of bisexuality and challenged the distinction psychoanalysts made between the normal and the pathological. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;Kinsey, however, was reluctant to use the word "bisexuality" to describe this behavior because of the term's historical usage to refer to the physical or psychological combination of the feminine and masculine. But as a result of Kinsey's research, the earlier senses of bisexuality were largely displaced by the modern meaning of being attracted to both women and men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Some scholars have since challenged Kinsey's methodology and data (while he interviewed more than 11,000 women and men, he limited his samples to caucasian). But his conception of human sexual behavior as a continuum from heterosexuality to homosexuality, rather than a dichotomy--what has become known as the Kinsey scale--has had a lasting influence on how sexuality is perceived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Trebuchet,Times,Times New Roman,serif;color:#444444;"&gt;Building on Kinsey's attempt to qualify sexual experience, other researchers have devised instruments for assessing sexual orientation that rely on multiple factors. The best known of these scientific tools, the Klein Sexual Orientation Grid (KSOG), was developed by psychiatrist Fritz Klein in 1978. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-6959508546559907194?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6959508546559907194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/social-sexuality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6959508546559907194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6959508546559907194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/social-sexuality.html' title='Social sexuality'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-1355900141771501594</id><published>2010-11-20T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T05:44:58.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Spins</title><content type='html'>I LOVE the soundtrack from Twin Peaks. The music is composed by the genius &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=angelo+badalamenti&amp;amp;aq=f"&gt;Angelo Badalamenti&lt;/a&gt;. Many of the songs, sung by Angel voice, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=julee+cruise&amp;amp;aq=f"&gt;Julee Cruise.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mix of darkness, sensuality, innocence and light, that to me is just pure maigic. And after having heard the story behind the music, and the genuinity is was preformed with, it just touches me even deeper. Julee Cruise confessed that she sometimes might sing slightly off key, basically because she was so moved and touched by the music that she was close to bursting out in tears while singing.&lt;div&gt;Here is one of the songs. Enjoy! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNgo-ppXZt0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNgo-ppXZt0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-1355900141771501594?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1355900141771501594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/world-spins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1355900141771501594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1355900141771501594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/world-spins.html' title='The World Spins'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-112645874739811867</id><published>2010-11-18T13:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:22:06.393+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;- A repost from 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to think about my last post a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been in the opinion that an emptiness inside comes from not loving oneself completely and that the only solution is acceptance and love towards oneself. (it cannot be filled up from the outside)&lt;br /&gt;I am still in that opinion but I think I forgot some very simple things in that conclution.&lt;br /&gt;(I know this is also me starting to (over-) analyze things again, but I have been in that habit for more that over 15 years so what can I say, ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the simple fact that we are social creatures who I think have are naturally drawn to love, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both &lt;/span&gt;the need for expressing and wanting love back.&lt;br /&gt;(So a longing for something and an emptiness does not necessarily come from deeper wounds, but also from a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natural &lt;/span&gt;drive in the human mind that is going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfulfilled&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since the society we have built up have lured us into so many traps we forget the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple gift&lt;/span&gt; of love in its pure form.&lt;br /&gt;We see movie love and happy ever after love. Money love and love for things. We are chasing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;substitutions &lt;/span&gt;for love because we have not been taught have to go for the real thing, or maybe we are just to scared.&lt;br /&gt;We go for an eternal chase for what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we think&lt;/span&gt; are  happiness and love and forget that it is right at the spot where we are.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is not in the end&lt;/span&gt; of the road it is the journey itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why its so common to some day wake up with a big questionmark and feel that a lot of ones lives have been wasted, I think... Or going around with an empty feeling inside, longing for something that one just doesn't quite know what is.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we are always chasing something in the far distance when our treasures is to be found in the very moment we are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems we humans come back to this again and again. We can fill our lives up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distractions &lt;/span&gt;that will keep us from feeling the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emptiness &lt;/span&gt;a life without a centered and loving self brings.&lt;br /&gt;We can have jobs, goals, lovers, money, things, activities, excitement and thrills, but when all these areas are "used up" we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back &lt;/span&gt;to where we started or what we fled from. The emptiness that we ran from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will not go away just because we run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we have all these things in our society today that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contributes &lt;/span&gt;to making this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;void large&lt;/span&gt;r. All the propaganda and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brainwash &lt;/span&gt;that damages us daily. Its so sad how we have built up our lives.&lt;br /&gt;We are trapped in living-ways maybe 70% of us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't want and long out of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we done with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nature and our connection to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the simple way of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being in the moment&lt;/span&gt; and enjoying life for what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Loving, freedom , connections to others and to nature&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forced &lt;/span&gt;into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roles &lt;/span&gt;and lives we choose only 50% (no less than 50%) ourselves and the brainwash in being convinced that we choose it 100%.  (Do you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;think you choose it yourself?)&lt;br /&gt;This is the cruel rule of survival today.&lt;br /&gt;In our lives, when we are born, we are given&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; an ocean of freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our society today and out of what we have created we have freedom too, more freedom than ever in history........&lt;br /&gt;but yet so little -  compared to what life gave us from birth.&lt;br /&gt;We forget true freedom, believing we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to live like we do, and we forget the pure selfless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put a Shakespeare sonnet here that I have posted in my blog before.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is beautiful because it shows a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different &lt;/span&gt;side of love that we are not used to think about these days. The love that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selfless &lt;/span&gt;and doesn't change because of outer happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Love is not love&lt;br /&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove.&lt;br /&gt;O no, it is an ever-fixÃƒÂ¨d mark&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wand'ring bark,&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come;&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;br /&gt;If this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;/pre&gt; To me love is somethingn selfless that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wants the best&lt;/span&gt; and that is truly open.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a Christiann, but I think in the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; teachings of Jesus&lt;/span&gt; there is a lot to be learned that we should try to remind ourselves in these times we have now. (And then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don'tnt mean &lt;/span&gt;Christianity and what it has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been made into&lt;/span&gt; through the years. I mean the teachings and words claimed to be of Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;We se terrorism and cruelty striking upon innocents. And we see the victims of these terrorist acts reacting to this cruelty with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revenge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and behaving just like terrorists themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see nations that still have death-penalty, which is just an other form of revenge and murder, only in that setting the state is the assassin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only whish that some day we all humans will learn to love selfless and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reach out&lt;/span&gt; for those who need it. That we will&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; see beyond just our own horizon&lt;/span&gt; and understand how much this also wil benefit ourselves and how much we actually need it too.&lt;br /&gt;Selfless love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gives back &lt;/span&gt;to you 10 fold. Selfless love brings us out of the emptiness...&lt;br /&gt;Just because of the simple fact that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;become a part of love&lt;/span&gt; and in loves nature. And because love makes more love to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow &lt;/span&gt;in its path.&lt;br /&gt;(Now I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;talking about the "love" that wants, but the love that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;desire of wanting or earning a gain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With selfless love you make the world go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one step forward&lt;/span&gt; and the human you touch with it, will reach out to receive this gift and give it on even further.&lt;br /&gt;That is how love in its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pure form&lt;/span&gt; works, and its just as "easy" as to open up your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Both love and hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spreads &lt;/span&gt;with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge speed&lt;/span&gt; and blossoms when we send it out.&lt;br /&gt;(being in the danger of sounding like a silly beauty-queen with her final appeal in front of the judges here : )&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our choice &lt;/span&gt;if we want to make this world a little better or a little worse.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to take it a step forward or a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to use an old hippi-clicheee as I am a true hippie of heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/1600/make_love_not_war.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/320/make_love_not_war.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-7916229669376977258</id><published>2010-11-18T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T18:40:12.814+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only certain is uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RyfCyjjn7wI/AAAAAAAAAxs/x1vkGZnSL6w/s1600-h/A_Change_of_Perspective_by_kuschelirmel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RyfCyjjn7wI/AAAAAAAAAxs/x1vkGZnSL6w/s400/A_Change_of_Perspective_by_kuschelirmel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127280874578505474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only constant is change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-7916229669376977258?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7916229669376977258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-sertain-is-unsertinity-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/7916229669376977258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/7916229669376977258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-sertain-is-unsertinity-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-those-dark-and-hopeless-roantic_27.html' title='Phantom of the opera'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-341417621812428047</id><published>2010-10-20T05:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T05:13:55.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetic world'/><title type='text'>A tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venninde, vi skal alle dø engang&lt;br /&gt;Men noe lever alltid, den røde , røde smerten i din sang&lt;br /&gt;Har gjort ditt hjerte sterkere enn døden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Inger Hagerup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/S5_EwF9U2hI/AAAAAAAABvw/Qx5y8k56h-Y/s1600-h/1eb5b575e0172c53101254765c38f2dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/S5_EwF9U2hI/AAAAAAAABvw/Qx5y8k56h-Y/s400/1eb5b575e0172c53101254765c38f2dc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449290404653750802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the poem never born&lt;br /&gt;I am the letter someone's torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a path that no one walks along&lt;br /&gt;a melody without a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a prayer that's heard by none&lt;br /&gt;I am a childless woman's son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a string no hand has drawn up tight,&lt;br /&gt;a fire that will not ignite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me! Release me! Let me flee&lt;br /&gt;from soul and body, rock and tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing answers when i plead.&lt;br /&gt;I am those things that don't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er det dikt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er det dikt som ingen skrev.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er det alltid brente brev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er den ubetrådte sti&lt;br /&gt;og tonen uten melodi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er det stumme leppes bønn.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er en ufødt kvinnes sønn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en streng som ingen hånd has spent,&lt;br /&gt;et bål som aldri er blitt tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vekk meg! Forløs meg! Løft meg opp&lt;br /&gt;av jord og berg, av ånd og kropp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men intet svarer når jeg ber.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg er de ting som aldri skjer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tunger har mitt hjerte.&lt;br /&gt;To viljer har mitt sinn.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg elsker deg bestandig,&lt;br /&gt;og jeg blir aldri din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dypt i det røde mørket&lt;br /&gt;fikk livet dobbelt form.&lt;br /&gt;Der kurrer det en due.&lt;br /&gt;Der hvisler det en orm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tunger har mitt hjerte.&lt;br /&gt;Hør på det likevel.&lt;br /&gt;Bli hos meg og gå fra meg&lt;br /&gt;og frels meg fra meg selv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tongues are in my heart&lt;br /&gt;with two wills speaks my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I love thee forever&lt;br /&gt;and I am never thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the red darkness&lt;br /&gt;life took a twofold form.&lt;br /&gt;There is a dove a-cooing,&lt;br /&gt;there is a hissing worm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tongues are in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;do listen all the same&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, leave me forever&lt;br /&gt;- save me from who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-341417621812428047?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/341417621812428047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/jeg-er-det-dikt-som-ingen-skrev-jeg-er.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/341417621812428047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/341417621812428047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/jeg-er-det-dikt-som-ingen-skrev-jeg-er.html' title='A tribute'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/S5_EwF9U2hI/AAAAAAAABvw/Qx5y8k56h-Y/s72-c/1eb5b575e0172c53101254765c38f2dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-8735196336724479461</id><published>2010-10-20T01:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T07:50:33.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetic world'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are like nobody since I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.&lt;br /&gt;Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;You are here. Oh, you do not run away.&lt;br /&gt;You will answer me to the last cry.&lt;br /&gt;Cling to me as though you were frightened.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,&lt;br /&gt;and even your breasts smell of it.&lt;br /&gt;While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,&lt;br /&gt;my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.&lt;br /&gt;So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My words rained over you, stroking you.&lt;br /&gt;A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.&lt;br /&gt;I go so far as to think that you own the universe.&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,&lt;br /&gt;dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.&lt;/p&gt;~ Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-8735196336724479461?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8735196336724479461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/every-day-you-play-by-pablo-neruda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8735196336724479461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8735196336724479461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/03/every-day-you-play-by-pablo-neruda.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-113982559140171834</id><published>2010-10-09T23:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T07:34:21.649+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>What is real???</title><content type='html'>Not what you wish for&lt;br /&gt;Not what you want&lt;br /&gt;Not how your loved ones describes it&lt;br /&gt;Or how the world proclaims it&lt;br /&gt;Not how your heroes speak of it&lt;br /&gt;or how you dreamed of it as a child&lt;br /&gt;Not how your parents told you it was&lt;br /&gt;Or how your daydreams made it look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality can come in many shapes&lt;br /&gt;That makes your mind belive them&lt;br /&gt;Cutting through it all&lt;br /&gt;can be the task of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you want something so much&lt;br /&gt;that you are unable to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;To tell yourself a "truth" is easier&lt;br /&gt;than to realize what really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to be human sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to stay true&lt;br /&gt;But I must, how can I not try? To not try would be to live a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your eyes and see behind the veil&lt;br /&gt;Let go and posess what is real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-113982559140171834?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113982559140171834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-real.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113982559140171834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113982559140171834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-real.html' title='What is real???'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-8122896156057389228</id><published>2010-10-08T10:21:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:27:11.512+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of silliness'/><title type='text'>Shit hap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello all of you out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mark today as a lovely day to laugh of ourselves and everything we take so serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a weird, little lump of meanings and strange fuzz. We run around being upset, sad, happy, puzzled and caught up in our own silly little problems. But maybe all this silliness, is just exactly that; silliness. Understanding the absurdity of our little lives, sometimes then best thing to do is to just laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is a silly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; list for starters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my personal fav is the Surrealism one, he he!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope you`ll enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TK8Xngone4I/AAAAAAAAByI/DgnNd9C50KA/s1600/17235_498644795104_906785104_10949403_5536241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TK8Xngone4I/AAAAAAAAByI/DgnNd9C50KA/s400/17235_498644795104_906785104_10949403_5536241_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525661235349519234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taoism - if you understand shit, it isn't shit&lt;br /&gt;Hinduism - this shit happened before&lt;br /&gt;Confucianism - Confucius say "shit happens"&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism - shit will happen to you again&lt;br /&gt;Zen - what is the sound of shit happening?&lt;br /&gt;Islam - if shit happens it is the will of Allah&lt;br /&gt;Sikhism - leave our shit alone&lt;br /&gt;Jehova's Witness - knock knock shit happens&lt;br /&gt;Atheism - i don't believe this shit&lt;br /&gt;Agnosticism - can you prove that shit happens?&lt;br /&gt;Catholicism - if shit happens, you deserve it&lt;br /&gt;Protestantism -shit happens, amen to that&lt;br /&gt;Judaism - why does shit always happen to us?&lt;br /&gt;Televangelism - send money or shit will happen to you&lt;br /&gt;Rastafarianism - let's smoke this shit&lt;br /&gt;Nation of Islam - don't take no shit&lt;br /&gt;New Age - visualize shit happening&lt;br /&gt;Shintoism - you inherit the shit of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;Hedonism - i love it when shit happens&lt;br /&gt;Satanism - sneppah tihs&lt;br /&gt;Capitalism - this is MY shit&lt;br /&gt;Existentialism - what is shit, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Scientology - if shit happens see Dianetics p.137&lt;br /&gt;Mormonism - excrement happens (don't say shit)&lt;br /&gt;Baptism - we'll wash the shit right off you&lt;br /&gt;Mysticism - this is really weird shit&lt;br /&gt;Voodoo - shit doesn't just happen, we made it happen&lt;br /&gt;Disneyism - bad shit doesn't happen here&lt;br /&gt;Communism - let's share the shit&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracy theorism - THEY shit on us&lt;br /&gt;Psycho-analysis - tell me about your shit&lt;br /&gt;Amish - modern shit is useless&lt;br /&gt;Trekism - to boldly shit where no-one has shit before&lt;br /&gt;Descartes - i shit therefore i am&lt;br /&gt;Freud - shit is a phallic symbol&lt;br /&gt;Acupuncturist - hold still or this will hurt like shit&lt;br /&gt;Politically correct - internally processed, nutritionally-drained biological output happens&lt;br /&gt;Einstein - shit is relative&lt;br /&gt;Materialism - whoever dies with the most shit wins&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarianism - if it happens to shit, don't eat it&lt;br /&gt;Environmentalism - shit is biodegradable&lt;br /&gt;Americanism - who gives a shit?&lt;br /&gt;Wicca - you can make shit happen but shit will happen to you back threefold&lt;br /&gt;Surrealism - fish happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-8122896156057389228?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8122896156057389228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8122896156057389228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8122896156057389228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/shit-happens.html' title='Shit hap...'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/TK8Xngone4I/AAAAAAAAByI/DgnNd9C50KA/s72-c/17235_498644795104_906785104_10949403_5536241_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-8000091822356100627</id><published>2010-10-07T23:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T05:13:30.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;This is one of my favorite poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt; I ma sorry to say the English translations sucks camel balls. So if somebody else wanna give it a go, feel very free to do so :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;- Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor Fati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like a Caesar did,&lt;br /&gt;shall you arm yourself with sword&lt;br /&gt;to defend yourself against the world&lt;br /&gt;instead these words, amor fati, love thy fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get hold of this formula&lt;br /&gt;as your strongest liberator.&lt;br /&gt;You have chosen your path in the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;let others paths go their ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even your pain will serve you&lt;br /&gt;Broken, crushed and miserable&lt;br /&gt;you can see that it  reunites you&lt;br /&gt;with what is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the fall , also the betrayal&lt;br /&gt;serve you as your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Your defeats are rich gifts&lt;br /&gt;laid into your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of your road you will satisfied&lt;br /&gt;of being worthy of your fate&lt;br /&gt;know that this is what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;All that happened to me is fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when the green valley of life&lt;br /&gt;walked through&lt;br /&gt;Say, nothing I will change.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I receive as it is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Original:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ikke som en cæsar gjorde,&lt;br /&gt;skal du med et sverd bevæbne&lt;br /&gt;deg mot verden, men med ordet;&lt;br /&gt;Amor Fati – elsk din skjebne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Denne formel skal du fatte&lt;br /&gt;som din sterkeste befrier:&lt;br /&gt;Du har valgt din sti i krattet.&lt;br /&gt;Ikke skjel mot andre stier!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Også smerten er din tjener.&lt;br /&gt;Lammet, sønderknust, elendig&lt;br /&gt;ser du at den gjenforener&lt;br /&gt;deg med det som er nødvendig.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Også fallet, også sviket&lt;br /&gt;hjelper deg som dine venner.&lt;br /&gt;Dine nederlag er rike&lt;br /&gt;gaver, lagt i dine hender.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engang skal du, tilfredsstillet&lt;br /&gt;av å bli din skjebne verdig&lt;br /&gt;vite: Dette har jeg villet.&lt;br /&gt;Alt som skjer meg skjer rettferdig.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si da, når din levegledes&lt;br /&gt;grønne skog er gjennomvandret:&lt;br /&gt;Intet vil jeg anderledes.&lt;br /&gt;Intet ønsker jeg forandret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- André Bjerke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-8000091822356100627?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8000091822356100627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-one-of-my-favorite-poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8000091822356100627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/8000091822356100627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-one-of-my-favorite-poems.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-430652145227641640</id><published>2010-09-28T23:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:23:03.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Text and photo by Luca Pagliari&lt;br /&gt;b/w silver fiber print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RYxbsJKOClI/AAAAAAAAABo/WHga4v0bn9M/s1600-h/satori05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RYxbsJKOClI/AAAAAAAAABo/WHga4v0bn9M/s400/satori05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011481299287673426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am losing you, i feel you slightly sliding away, suspended by a frail thin thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and you swing, and wait, expecting me to begin weaving again&lt;br /&gt;but i’m old and tired and i can’t make it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i struggled all the way down, and learned the impossible, i learned to unlearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-430652145227641640?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/430652145227641640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-i-feel-little-bad-using-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/430652145227641640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/430652145227641640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-i-feel-little-bad-using-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RYxbsJKOClI/AAAAAAAAABo/WHga4v0bn9M/s72-c/satori05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-115436820703621139</id><published>2010-09-26T13:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:58:55.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>HUNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An old re-post from 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I was only flying. Now I am finding natural borders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borders can be beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these basic "rules" of the Huna philosophy some years ago.  I was struck by the thoughts expressed in such a simple and free way, that had been through my mind many times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see how much you influence your life, sometimes even unaware of it, is really powerful. I think we often see life as something "coming to us" or something "happening to us".&lt;br /&gt;How often we give all of our "power"up to the world and exist as mere reactions to others.&lt;br /&gt;We forget how much we create of our lives through our own perceptions and  our ways to deal with things.&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts on a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;~ Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BASIC PRINCIPLES OF THE HUNA PHILOSOPHY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKE (ee-kay) - The world is what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;MAKIA (mah-kee-ah) - Energy flows where attention goes.&lt;br /&gt;MANAWA (man-ah-wah) - Now is the moment of power.&lt;br /&gt;MANA - All power comes from within.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUNA PHILOSOPHY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Huna is an old shamanic tradition. It can be thought of as a non – exclusive spiritual teaching based     on human psychology in Hawaii. The engine that drives Huna energy is one we all possess, our own breath. Through use of breath, the Huna philosophy says that we can clear blockages and release fear.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Huna is an ancient teaching that offers a philosophy of life with simple       but strong techniques of manifestation. Archaeological research traces Huna       back to the earliest reaches of civilization, with the first historical presence       traced through hieroglyphic images to ancient Egypt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-115436820703621139?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115436820703621139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/huna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115436820703621139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115436820703621139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/huna.html' title='HUNA'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-2086285242077548407</id><published>2010-09-26T00:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:49:07.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://wolf.mind.net/library/eastern/prophet/gibran27.htm"&gt;"The prophet"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by Kahil Gibran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-2086285242077548407?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2086285242077548407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-when-you-drink-form-river-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/2086285242077548407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/2086285242077548407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-when-you-drink-form-river-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-5052397662748493181</id><published>2010-09-25T14:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:58:28.317+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Without words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content"&gt;       &lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink_Wrapper"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_ReportLink"&gt;&lt;a class="action" rel="dialog" href="http://www.facebook.com/ajax/report.php?type=9&amp;amp;cid=1428426667477&amp;amp;rid=1077362179&amp;amp;cid3=1&amp;amp;h=6469fe06ad"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...we understand no-mind;&lt;br /&gt;without shape, we understand true nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With relaxed mind, we grasp the meaning of Tao;&lt;br /&gt;with the boundless Way, we understand truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Way shines in our heart;&lt;br /&gt;with wisdom we may understand its nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprehending the diverse keys of the profound and glorious Tao,&lt;br /&gt;we are as buddhas and will come to know the abode of the immortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao is within us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many voices it has but one beautiful song;&lt;br /&gt;many aspects but only one essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we are not bound, we are always connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhahood is meditation;&lt;br /&gt;with constant attentiveness our mind travels far;&lt;br /&gt;into the highest hills and all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elusive, delicate - we see the cosmos is empty as well as full.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beyond, Nothing in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, Spirit, Tao - all one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Book-Heart-Embracing-Tao/dp/0877735808/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1285934650&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Book of the Heart: Embracing the Tao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Book-Heart-Embracing-Tao/dp/0877735808/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1285934650&amp;amp;sr=8-1" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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I normally resond: "ooh, well, it is a lot of blah, I will tell you later" I figured after 17 years, later has finally come ;-)&lt;br /&gt;So, let me first get this streight. I hate preachy moralism. I am not presenting this to change you. I am presenting this to give out some information that changed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. And that I found very valuable and important enough to make some life changes on my own. We all contribute to things in our own way and make our own choices. But they are better made if we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;informed&lt;/span&gt;. From that point we can make the conscious choices that are the best for our lives. So this is my strongest reason for making this post.&lt;br /&gt;I will mostly present most of this straight out in facts and research, which I find to be explanatory enough themselves, and which I also generally prefer to read in case like this myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, before you read my list, I want you to try a thought experiment. Imagine first your favourite kind of animal, an animal you know that you like, or your own pet, whichever is closets to you. Then apply the treatments discribed belove to this creature. Then after you have read this list, answer this question; Would you object to these procedures if they were done to the animal you had in mind? &lt;span&gt;Is there any good founded reasons to give one species a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;different treatement than an other? What justifies this difference?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contributing to climate change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According   to the UN, the livestock sector (animal farming) is responsible for 18 percent of   greenhouse gas emissions, around 40 percent more than the entire   transport sector—cars, trucks, planes, trains, and ships—combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian diets tend to be lower in saturated fat and cholesterol, and have higher levels of dietary fiber, magnesium and potassium, vitamins C and E, folae, carotenoids, flavonoids, and other phytochemicals. Vegetarian diets are often associated with a number of health advantages,  including lower blood cholesterol levels, lower risk of heart disease,  lower blood pressure levels, and lower risk of hypertension and type 2  diabetes. Vegetarians tend to have a lower body mass index (BMI) and  lower overall cancer rates.&lt;br /&gt;Despite some persistant confusion, it is clear that vegetarians and vegans tend to have more optimal protein consumption than omnivores. Studies also show that in parts of the world where milk is not a staple of the diet, people often have less osteoporosis and fewer bone fractures. The highest rates of osteoporosis are seen in countries where people consume the most dairy foods.  (Be aware that the food industry often give other information for the benifit of distrubuting their products)&lt;br /&gt;Well-planned vegetarian diets are appropriate for all individuals during  all stages of life cycle, including pregnancy, latactation, childhood,  and adolescence, and for athletes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destroying of species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish: Modern industrian fishing lines can be as long aas 75 miles - the  same  distance as from sea level to space. These fishing lines does not  only  take in the fish they are aimed for but also many other species.&lt;br /&gt;The  average (shrimp) thrawling operation sweep up fish, sharks, rays,  crabs, squid, scallops. They throw 80 - 90 % of the sea animals it  captures overboard, dead or dieing, as bycatch: typically about a  hundred different types of fish and other species.&lt;br /&gt;For every ten  tuna. sharks and other predetory large fish that was in   our oceans  fifty to a houndred years ago, only one is left.&lt;br /&gt;Many scientists predict the total collapse of all fished species in less than fifty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to meat it is an other issue, where species are drastically altered into creatures that cannot live a natural life, for the benift of consumerism. They normally also loose the ability to walk, even stand upright and reproduce. (In factory farming animals are reproduced through artificial insamination.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pollution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farmed  animals in the United States produce 130 times as much waste as the  human population—roughly 87,000 pounds of shit per second. The polluting  strength of this shit is 160 times greater than raw municipal sewage.  And yet there is almost no waste-treatment infrastructure for farmed  animals.&lt;br /&gt;Conservative estimates by the EPA indicate that chicken,  hog, and cattle excrement has already polluted 35,000 miles of rivers in  twenty-two states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Factory_farming"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Factory farms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Of the meat on the market "99.9 percent of chickens raised for meat, 97 percent of  laying hens, 99 percent of turkeys, 95 percent of pigs, and 78 percent  of cattle come from factory farms. (Not family driven farms)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;produce highly infected animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific  studies and government records suggest that virtually all (upwards of  95 percent of) chickens become infected with E. coli (an indicator of  fecal contamination) and between 39 and 75 percent of chickens in retail  stores are still infected. Around 8 percent of birds become infected  with salmonella.... Seventy to 90 percent are infected with another  potentially deadly pathogen, campylobacter.&lt;br /&gt;Chlorine baths are  commonly used to remove slime, odor, and bacteria. This clorine baths  also stay in the meat. It is allowed for up to 11% of the meats full  weitgh to be the substance of clorin bath.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Has as a main goal is to keep profits up and costs down&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ethic considerations are not part of this equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals are bled, skinned, and dismembered while conscious. (As an example: In America, where the USDA’s interpretation of the &lt;a href="http://go2.wordpress.com/?id=725X1342&amp;amp;site=lifeisfare.wordpress.com&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FHumane_Slaughter_Act&amp;amp;sref=http%3A%2F%2Flifeisfare.wordpress.com%2F2010%2F01%2F18%2Feating-animals-a-carnivores-review%2F" target="_blank"&gt;Human Methods of Slaughter Act&lt;/a&gt; exempts chicken slaughter, the voltage is kept low–about one-tenth the level necessary to rend the animals unconscious.) This is common presedure and only one example out of many on unethical treatment of living creatures in factory farming. (And not as many would think, exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;use antibiotics to raise sick genetic mutants in crowded, filthy conditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the typical cage for egg-laying hens, each bird has 67 square inches of  [floor] space [or less than ¾ the size of a sheet of typing paper].  Nearly all cage-free birds have approximately the same amount of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. contribute to the creation and spread of new viruses (influenza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeding genetically uniform and sickness-prone birds in the overcrowded, stressful, feces-infested, and artificially lit conditions of factory farms promotes the growth and mutation of pathogens. The “cost of increased efficiency,” the report [by the Council for Agricultural Science and Technology, which brought together industry experts and experts from the WHO, OIE, and USDA] concludes, is increased global risk for diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. contribute to antibiotic resistance (MRSA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the United States, about 3 million pounds of antibiotics are given to humans each year, but a whopping 17.8 million pounds are fed to livestock—at least that is what the industry claims. The Union of Concerned Scientists (UCS) has shown that the industry underreported its antibiotic use by at least 40 percent.... Study after study has shown that antimicrobial resistance follows quickly on the heels of the introduction of new drugs on factory farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. violate the human rights of their employees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illegal  aliens are often preferred, but poor recent immigrants who do not speak  English are also desirable employees. By the standards of the  international human rights community, the typical working conditions in  America’s slaughterhouses constitute human rights violations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. change or ignore regulations in order to make more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High-speed  machines commonly rip open intestines, releasing feces into the birds’  body cavities. Once upon a time, USDA inspectors had to condemn any bird  with such fecal contamination. But about thirty years ago, the poultry  industry convinced the USDA to reclassify feces so that it could  continue to use these automatic eviscerators. Once a dangerous  contaminant, feces are now classified as a “cosmetic blemish.” As a  result inspectors condemn half the number of birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal intelligence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now, if you followed my advice above you have thought about your favourite pet/an animal species you like put into these situations. Did you feel it would ahve been different if it was your pet in these situations? If yes, what makes this difference? Is it because the pet is known to you? Is this reason good enough? So, does your cat or dog deserve higher  moral treatment than any other species? At least if you willingly eat a  chicken there could be no objection to eat a cat or a dog, by logical  sense. Or do you think your pet is more intelligent than the animals that we use for food?&lt;br /&gt;In this light I would like to give a few fact about animal intelligence:&lt;br /&gt;Generations of farmers have know that clever pigs will learn to undo the latches of their pens. Gilbert White, the British naturalist, wrote of one such pig, a female, who, after undoing her own latch, "used to open all the intervening gates, and martch, by herself, up to a distant farm where a male was kept; and when her purpose was served" - a great way of putting it - "would return home by the same means."&lt;br /&gt;Sceintist have documented a pig language of sorts, and pigs will come when called (to humans or one another), will play with toys (and have favourites), and have been observed coming to the aid of other pigs in distress. Dr.Stanley Curtis, an animal scinetist, empirically evaluated the cognotive abilities of pigs by training them to play a video game with a joystick modified for snouts. They not only learned the game, but did so as fast as chimpanzees, demonstrating a surprsing capacity for abstract representation. And the legend of pigs undoing their latches continues. Dr.Ken Kephart, a colleage of Curtis`s, not only confirms the ability of pigs to do this, but adds that pigs often work in pairs, are usually repeat offenders, and in some cases undo the latches of fellow pigs.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that fish build complex nests, form monogameous relationships, hunt cooperatively with other species, and use tools? They recognice one an other as individuals (and keep track of who is to be trusted and who is not) They make decisions individually, monitor social prestige and vie for better posistion (to quote from the the peer review journal Fish and Fisheries: "They use Machiavellian strategies of manipulation, punsihment and reconciliation") They have significant long term memories, are skilled in passing knowledge to one generation through social networks, and also pass information generatinally. They even have what the scientific literature calls "long-standing "cultural traditions" for particular pathways to feeding, schooling, resting or mating sites."&lt;br /&gt;This are just a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will contontinue to update this list as I gather more facts.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Much of the information is taken from the book "Eating animals", by Jonathan Safran Foer. A book that is really worth the read. And if you thoguht you knew a lot about the food you are eating, it might surpirse you on many accounts.&lt;br /&gt;:-) Aasa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LINKS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(If you have any good link suggestions, feel free to post them in the comments section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatinganimals.com/"&gt;Eating Animals &lt;/a&gt;by Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/aaron-gross/jonathan-safran-foers-con_b_333698.html"&gt;Jonathan Safran Foer's Controversial New Book, Eating Animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIjanhKqVC4http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIjanhKqVC4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding Factory Farm Foods: An Eater's Guid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIjanhKqVC4http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIjanhKqVC4"&gt;Meet your meat, documentary on facory farming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcrm.org/health/clinres/index.html"&gt;Clinical research articles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nicolette-hahn-niman/avoiding-factory-farm-foo_b_353525.html"&gt;Vegan Helath study, by Michael Klaper MD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nicolette-hahn-niman/avoiding-factory-farm-foo_b_353525.html"&gt;Cancer and the vegetarian diet, by William Harris MD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nicolette-hahn-niman/avoiding-factory-farm-foo_b_353525.html"&gt;Vegan health study/Institute of Nutrition Education and Research&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nicolette-hahn-niman/avoiding-factory-farm-foo_b_353525.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-751698212872091445?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/751698212872091445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/etaing-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/751698212872091445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/751698212872091445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/etaing-animals.html' title='Veg(etari)anism vs. eating animals?'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-115116076793970171</id><published>2010-09-18T16:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:13:13.113+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are lumpy, little things that crowd and control our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Its is strange how much we let them pull us in different directions.  Can words really cover what we want to express?&lt;br /&gt;So often I have seen words create barriers, in an attempt to get them to bring somebody closer to each other.  And how often is not a word for me, something totally different for you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt trapped behind words? Or just not found the right words to express yourself, maybe because it just didn't exist or cover what you felt? Of course there are other methods than words to express those thing, but that is not my point :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in different meanings and carry different encyclopedias in our minds. My "independence" might have all different feelings stuck to it and mean something totally different than yours.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we all should be born with a manual and a dictionary for each person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/1600/ABC%20flannel.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2055/1322/200/ABC%20flannel.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also some other interesting phenomenas about words. If you have friends who tell you how good friends you two are. Have you ever noticed that they often behave like less friends, that the ones that actually don't tell you this so often. Maybe sometimes words can function as band-aid for bruised friendships. At least it seems  that it can be an expresison for a wish about how things could be.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is very often the way words are used. As expressions for wishes, or hopes for how things should be. We affirmate, compliment, and dream.&lt;br /&gt;Words can unite, make love and wars&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is important to not forget that words are just sounds, and the people behind them don't always mean exactly what you make out of those sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am wishing all of my readers a splufigially,  smengastic day in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of warm thoughts from Norway&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-115116076793970171?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115116076793970171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/words-words-are-lumpy-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115116076793970171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/115116076793970171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/words-words-are-lumpy-little-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-5630716171990948346</id><published>2010-09-17T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T17:04:12.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Elephant art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoax or truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Judge for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not many poeple know that elephants can be quite the artists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LHoyB81LnE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LHoyB81LnE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;!-- S SF --&gt; &lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictures which were are claimed to be painted by elephants have gone on display at an Edinburgh gallery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;An art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; graduate brought the paintings from Thailand to the Gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SAUNN88uscI/AAAAAAAAA_A/BVBflpcz3eY/s1600-h/_41914762_elephantpicture203300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SAUNN88uscI/AAAAAAAAA_A/BVBflpcz3eY/s320/_41914762_elephantpicture203300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189568678964670914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hey include "self-portraits" by Paya, who is said to be the only elephant to have acomplished paintings with his own likeness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;!-- E SF --&gt;Paya is one of six elephants whose keepers have taught them how to hold a paintbrush in their trunks. They drop the brush when they want a new colour.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Khunapramot, from Newington, said: "Many people cannot believe that an elephant is capable of producing any kind of artwork, never mind a self-portrait.&lt;br /&gt;"But they are very intelligent animals and create the entire paintings with great gusto and concentration within just five or 10 minutes - the only thing they cannot do on their own is pick up a paintbrush, so it gets handed to them.&lt;br /&gt;"They are trained by artists who fine-tune their skills, and they paint in front of an audience in their conservation village, leaving no one in any doubt that they are authentic elephant creations." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elephant painting&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mrs Khunapramot reveals that it took about a month to train the animals to paint. Elephant expert Dr Joyce Poole, who has studied the animals for 30 years, said she owned an &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SAULfc8usbI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7ud_0XCsRqA/s1600-h/elephant-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SAULfc8usbI/AAAAAAAAA-4/7ud_0XCsRqA/s320/elephant-art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566780589126066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;elephant painting but had not come across animals painting their own images. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Oslo-based scientist said: "I have seen elephants painting, but it was very free-flow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's certainly capable of drawing an elephant, and could be trained, but might not really understand what it was do&lt;/span&gt;ing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-5630716171990948346?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5630716171990948346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/elephant-art-hoax-or-truth-judge-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5630716171990948346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/5630716171990948346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/elephant-art-hoax-or-truth-judge-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SAUNN88uscI/AAAAAAAAA_A/BVBflpcz3eY/s72-c/_41914762_elephantpicture203300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-7026892895317648551</id><published>2010-09-11T00:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T07:33:31.100+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of silliness'/><title type='text'>I think I am in love with The Muppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 300px; min-height: 250px; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237); text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/AutumnSong123/quizzes/What+Muppet+are+you%3F"&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 3px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Muppet are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AutumnSong123/1070290449_ffAnimal_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Animal.&lt;br /&gt;You are completely nuts, but fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPECIAL TALENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drums, Women, Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOBBIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drums, Women, Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Louder!", "Food now!" and "Want Woman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST BOOK EATEN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Musicians' Guide to Drums, Women &amp;amp; Food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; min-height: 250px; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AutumnSong123/1070290042_uffGonzo_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;You are Gonzo the Great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;You love everyone, and still you get shot out of a cannon on a regular basis. Oh, and you are completely insane and have a strange fascination for chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALSO KNOWN AS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Gonzo, Gonzo the Great, Just Plain Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPECIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOBBIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapdancing blindfolded on tapioca while balancing a piano on his nose, backwards, five times fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVORITE MOVIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"From Here to Eternity...with no brakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAVORITE TV SHOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Touched By An Anvil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "No parachute? Wow! This is so cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;- "But you act ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gonzo&lt;/span&gt;; Of course I do, I am an artist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/AutumnSong123/quizzes/What+Muppet+are+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-7026892895317648551?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7026892895317648551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-i-am-in-love-with-muppets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/7026892895317648551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/7026892895317648551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-i-am-in-love-with-muppets.html' title='I think I am in love with The Muppets'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-7772734505076673757</id><published>2010-09-10T00:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:04:31.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Book recommendation</title><content type='html'>I want to make a book recommendation. I don`t do it often...only if I have read a book I find truly amazing, that abselutely aught to be shared with others. While reading this book I was actually looking forward to go to bed  at night, just to continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is taking place in New York, brilliantly told in the voice of a nine year old boy, who has lost his father in a tragidy, and is in his own way trying to find him again.&lt;br /&gt;It is written very much like a thought pattern, where we meet more than one person. Following these people we are lead deep into their world, maybe even deeper than they even can see themselves.  It tells of the fragility of being human, of being alive, of relating to each other and to our own self and our pain. And it also tells of love. Not a clichee love or a fairt tale love, but the love between different people, a mother and a son, a grandmother and her grandchild, of siblings and of lovers and the very human and difficult way we handle our love with.&lt;br /&gt;This book feels most of all honest and deep in its reality, and that is what touched me most of all. A peculiar and different voice that finds its way in to you.&lt;br /&gt;The book has a title that discribes it very well;"extremely loud and incredibly close" and that is exactly what it is. You will never forget this read!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;- Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.de/Extremely-Incredibly-Close-Jonathan-Safran/dp/0141025182/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books-intl-de&amp;amp;qid=1284117130&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Link: Bu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.de/Extremely-Incredibly-Close-Jonathan-Safran/dp/0141025182/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books-intl-de&amp;amp;qid=1284117130&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;y&lt;/a&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.de/gp/product/images/0141025182/ref=dp_image_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;n=52044011&amp;amp;s=books-intl-de" target="AmazonHelp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41KQAQDQ18L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" id="prodImage" alt="Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" border="0" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-7772734505076673757?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7772734505076673757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-recommendation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/7772734505076673757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/7772734505076673757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-recommendation.html' title='Book recommendation'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-113266704610834241</id><published>2010-08-25T19:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:25:36.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;A post to longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;To my beloved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En liten vise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om kvelden når det mørkner, og alle går til ro,&lt;br /&gt;da stenger jeg for stall og for låve.&lt;br /&gt;Og spurvene, de netter seg i hver sitt lille bo,&lt;br /&gt;da går vel også du til din kove.&lt;br /&gt;Men siden vet jeg ikke å få tiden til å gå,&lt;br /&gt;for i de lange netter, da lenges jeg så,&lt;br /&gt;da har jeg ikke sinn til å sove.&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En vise til&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mellom oss to var det inga bru&lt;br /&gt;men eg var hjå deg det må du tru&lt;br /&gt;i kvar liten blund&lt;br /&gt;i kvar vaken stund&lt;br /&gt;den eg drøymde om&lt;br /&gt;var alltid du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.karinboye.se/transp.gif" height="1" width="10" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-113266704610834241?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113266704610834241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/113266704610834241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-to-longing-en-liten-vise-om.html' title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-1757285550404385867</id><published>2010-08-21T09:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:35:43.322+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My introspective world'/><title type='text'>More Tao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A few thoughts of lately:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if you watch and observe your toughts and your mind, staying aware and without any identification or roles in it, it can be quite funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It is like watching a stubborn and persistent child saying things and wanting things that are, you find in the end,  actually quite absurd. In knowing that there is a difference to your ego desires and you, to your thoughts and you - it actually is comical to listen to your own mind. Thoughts that before maybe even made you suffer and cry. I figure this is the secret into understanding Buddhas wonderful and simple smile. Don´t misunderstand - I am not putting myself next to him, I am putting us all next to him :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Here are two little stories that made me laugh and that illustrates this point very well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/R0l-REbF4jI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RxOksf4vljQ/s1600-h/wooduck_lland_050407_120_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/R0l-REbF4jI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RxOksf4vljQ/s400/wooduck_lland_050407_120_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136775681703010866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...After two ducks get into a fight, which never lasts long, they will separate and float off in opposite directions. Then each duck will flap its wings vigorously a few times thus releasing the surplus energy that built up during the fight. After they flap their wings they float on peacefully, as if nothing had ever happened. If the duck had a human mind it would keep the fight alive by thinking, by story making. This would probably be the ducks' story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't believe what he just did! He came to within 5 inches of me. He thinks he owns this pond! He has no consideration for my private space. I'll never trust him again. Next time he'll try something else just t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o annoy me. I'm sure he's plotting something already but I'm not going to stand for this! I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An other story with the same topic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Buddhist monks, Tanzan and Ekido, were once&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/R0mDkUbF4lI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/W7wSlmMbTgo/s1600-h/CentralAsianBuddhistMonks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/R0mDkUbF4lI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/W7wSlmMbTgo/s320/CentralAsianBuddhistMonks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136781509973631570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; traveling            together down a muddy road.&lt;br /&gt;A heavy rain was still falling.&lt;br /&gt;Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk            kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection and in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanzan, feeling            compassion for her, at once picked her up and carried her to the other side over the            mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekido did not speak again five hours later, when they reached their lodging temple.&lt;br /&gt;Then he no longer could restrain himself.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you carry that girl across the road?" he asked Tanzan, "We monks are not supposed to do things like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I put the girl down hours ago," said Tanzan.  "Are            you still carrying her?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-1757285550404385867?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1757285550404385867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1757285550404385867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/1757285550404385867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-tao.html' title='More Tao'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/R0l-REbF4jI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RxOksf4vljQ/s72-c/wooduck_lland_050407_120_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-112560510733366791</id><published>2010-08-16T17:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:56:00.830+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of thoughts'/><title type='text'>Winnie The Pooh and a tiny bit of Taoism</title><content type='html'>--------------&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to&lt;br /&gt;watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly&lt;br /&gt;know everything there is to be known.&lt;br /&gt;~Winnie-the-Pooh&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do, Christopher Robin?' and you say,&lt;br /&gt;`Oh, nothing' and then you go and do it. It means just going along,&lt;br /&gt;listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;"Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."Piglet&lt;br /&gt;"And he has Brain."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."&lt;br /&gt;There was a long silence.&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything."&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;"The atmospheric conditions have been very unfavourable lately," said Owl.&lt;br /&gt;"The what?"&lt;br /&gt;"It has been raining," explained Owl.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said Christopher Robin. "It has."&lt;br /&gt;"The flood-level has reached an unprecedented height."&lt;br /&gt;"The who?"&lt;br /&gt;"There's a lot of water about," explained Owl&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you.&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do is to go where they can find you.&lt;br /&gt;~Winnie-the-Pooh&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people talk to animals. Not that many listen though. That's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;~Winnie-the-Pooh&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;They're funny things, accidents. You never have them till you're having them.&lt;br /&gt;~Eeyore&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Before beginning a Hunt, it is wise to ask someone what you are&lt;br /&gt;looking for before you begin looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;~Winnie-the-Pooh&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Rivers know this: There is no hurry. We shall get there one day.&lt;br /&gt;~Winnie-the-Pooh&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;"It's a funny thing about Tiggers," whispered Tigger to Roo,&lt;br /&gt;"how Tiggers never get lost."&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't they, Tigger?"&lt;br /&gt;"They just don't," explained Tigger. "That's how it is."&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be&lt;br /&gt;when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Winnie the pooh&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-112560510733366791?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112560510733366791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2005/09/winnie-pooh-and-tiny-bit-of-taoism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/112560510733366791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/112560510733366791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2005/09/winnie-pooh-and-tiny-bit-of-taoism.html' title='Winnie The Pooh and a tiny bit of Taoism'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-3379052915935215210</id><published>2010-08-12T08:37:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T02:40:24.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I post for the emo souls ;-) from an other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Det var en fest kun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;ø&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r natten den sorte; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hun var en gæst kun, -- og nu er hun borte."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Henrik Ibsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written a poem in norwegian and the english translation is kinda bad. So, if anybody have any suggestions about improvemnt, feel very free to come with them :-)&lt;br /&gt;~  Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silent knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whish to speak to you through words without&lt;br /&gt;letters whish to reach you there behind&lt;br /&gt;everything that whiz through me in&lt;br /&gt;the moment you take my hand and&lt;br /&gt;softly brush my skin It opens up&lt;br /&gt;to you, reach for you, nearly&lt;br /&gt;pulls against you like close is not even&lt;br /&gt;close enough my skin whispers stories, it&lt;br /&gt;sighs in simple enjoyment over&lt;br /&gt;your warm hand I see&lt;br /&gt;your eyes your words the hours but&lt;br /&gt;they do not really know yet only&lt;br /&gt;my skin reaches behind it all&lt;br /&gt;it knows&lt;br /&gt;the wordless&lt;br /&gt;it knows more&lt;br /&gt;than both you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stille viten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg ønsker å snakke til&lt;br /&gt;deg gjennom ord&lt;br /&gt;uten ord jeg ønsker å nå det&lt;br /&gt;bakenfor som suser gjennom meg i&lt;br /&gt;øyeblikket du tar&lt;br /&gt;min hånd og stryker sakte over&lt;br /&gt;huden min den åpner seg for&lt;br /&gt;deg strekker seg mot deg nesten&lt;br /&gt;stritter etter deg som om&lt;br /&gt;nærme ikke er nær nok&lt;br /&gt;huden min hvisker historier og&lt;br /&gt;sukker i en simpel fornøyelse over din&lt;br /&gt;varme hånd jeg ser øynene dine, ordene,&lt;br /&gt;øyeblikkene men de vet ikke, skjønner ikke&lt;br /&gt;riktig enda kun huden min kommer bakenfor&lt;br /&gt;den vet&lt;br /&gt;det ordløse&lt;br /&gt;den vet mer&lt;br /&gt;enn både du og jeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A rainy afternoon in Oslo, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-3379052915935215210?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3379052915935215210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3379052915935215210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/3379052915935215210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='I post for the emo souls ;-) from an other'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-2108705247189933849</id><published>2010-08-02T15:35:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:15:34.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Because poetry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; whispers between the lines, directly to your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English translation will follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enojy! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Drømmer og utopier sier de kloke menn,&lt;br /&gt;de som er kalde av hjertet. Hør ikke på dem lenger&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livet er ikke bare hus og penger&lt;br /&gt;Vi er bestandig på vei&lt;br /&gt;Bestanding et stykke lenger&lt;br /&gt;På vei mot seier eller nederlag&lt;br /&gt;Det haster - Det haster i dag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vær utålomodig menneske&lt;br /&gt;Sett dine egne spor&lt;br /&gt;Det gjelder vårt evige korte liv&lt;br /&gt;Det gjelder vår jord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Fra "Vær utålmodig menneske" av Inger Hagerup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Fra en annen virkelighet&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syk blir en av ropet om virkelighet.&lt;br /&gt;Altfor nær var jeg tingene,&lt;br /&gt;slik at jeg brant meg igjennom&lt;br /&gt;og står på den andre siden av dem,&lt;br /&gt;der lyset ikke er skilt fra mørket,&lt;br /&gt;der ingen grenser er satt,&lt;br /&gt;bare en stillhet som kaster meg ut i universet av ensomhet,&lt;br /&gt;og av uhelbredelig ensomhet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se, jeg svaler min hånd i kjølig gress:&lt;br /&gt;Det er vel virkelighet,&lt;br /&gt;det er vel virkelighet nok for dine øyne,&lt;br /&gt;men jeg er på den andre siden&lt;br /&gt;hvor gresstrå er kimende klokker av sorg og bitter forventning.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg holder et menneskes hånd,&lt;br /&gt;ser inn i et menneskes øyne,&lt;br /&gt;men jeg er på den andre siden&lt;br /&gt;der mennesket er en tåke av ensomhet og angst.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;em&gt; Å, om jeg var en sten&lt;br /&gt;som kunne rumme denne tomhetens tyngde,&lt;br /&gt;om jeg var en stjerne&lt;br /&gt;som kunne drikke denne tomhetens smerte,&lt;br /&gt;men jeg er et menneske kastet ut i grenselandet,&lt;br /&gt;og stillheten hører jeg bruse,&lt;br /&gt;stillheten hører jeg rope&lt;br /&gt;fra dypere verdner enn denne.&lt;br /&gt;~Gunvor Hofmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja visst gjør det ondt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Av Karin Boye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja visst gör det ondt när knoppar brister.&lt;br /&gt;Varför skulle annars våren tveka?&lt;br /&gt;Varför skulle all vår heta längtan&lt;br /&gt;bindas i det frusna bitterbleka?&lt;br /&gt;Höljet var ju knoppen hela vintern.&lt;br /&gt;Vad är det för nytt, som tär och spränger?&lt;br /&gt;Ja visst gör det ont när knoppar brister,&lt;br /&gt;ont för det som växer&lt;br /&gt;och det som stänger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja nog är det svårt när droppar faller.&lt;br /&gt;Skälvande av ängslan tungt de hänger,&lt;br /&gt;klamrar sig vid kvisten, sväller, glider -&lt;br /&gt;tyngden drar dem neråt, hur de klänger.&lt;br /&gt;Svårt at vara ovuss, rädd och delad,&lt;br /&gt;svårt at känna djupet dra och kalla,&lt;br /&gt;ändå sitta kvar och bara darra -&lt;br /&gt;svårt at vilja stanna&lt;br /&gt;och vilja falla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Då, när det är värst och inget hjälper,&lt;br /&gt;brister som i jubel trädets knoppar,&lt;br /&gt;då, när ingen rädsle längre håller,&lt;br /&gt;faller i ett glitter kvistens droppar,&lt;br /&gt;glömmer at de skrämdes av det nya,&lt;br /&gt;glömmer at de ängslades för färden -&lt;br /&gt;känner en sekund sin största trygghet,&lt;br /&gt;vilar i den tillit&lt;br /&gt;som skapar världen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I kväll har himlen ingen skrud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Karin Boye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kväll har himlen ingen skrud.&lt;br /&gt;Han huttrar naken.&lt;br /&gt;Och aldrig såg jag förr hans blick&lt;br /&gt;så alltför vaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Säg, när du somnar in i kväll:&lt;br /&gt;En dag är vunnen.&lt;br /&gt;På vägen där man mister allt&lt;br /&gt;en rast är hunnen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så skall du leva dag för dag&lt;br /&gt;och ständigt mista,&lt;br /&gt;och ändå vilja vara kvar&lt;br /&gt;in i det sista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så skall du finna livet starkt,&lt;br /&gt;som orkar brinna.&lt;br /&gt;Så skall vart miste bli en vinst --&lt;br /&gt;ty du skall hinna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allt längre mot den livets grund,&lt;br /&gt;som fött dig naken&lt;br /&gt;och bortom alla drömmars svek&lt;br /&gt;är själva saken --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tills i ditt största mistes stund&lt;br /&gt;din själ förbrunnen&lt;br /&gt;går till de släckta ljusens stad.&lt;br /&gt;En dag är vunnen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You shall thank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Karin Boye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall thank your gods,&lt;br /&gt;if they force you to go&lt;br /&gt;where you have no footprints&lt;br /&gt;to trust to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall thank your gods,&lt;br /&gt;if all shame on you they pin.&lt;br /&gt;You must seek refuge&lt;br /&gt;a little further in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the whole world condemns&lt;br /&gt;sometimes manages quite well.&lt;br /&gt;Outlaws were many&lt;br /&gt;who gained their own soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who is forced to wild wood&lt;br /&gt;looks on all with new sight,&lt;br /&gt;and he tastes with gratitude&lt;br /&gt;life's bread and salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall thank your gods,&lt;br /&gt;when your shell they break.&lt;br /&gt;Reality and kernel&lt;br /&gt;the sole choice you can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight the heavens have no garb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Karin Boye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the heaven has no garb.&lt;br /&gt;He shivers naked.&lt;br /&gt;And never saw I yet his gaze&lt;br /&gt;so all-too waking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, when you fall asleep tonight:&lt;br /&gt;A day is won.&lt;br /&gt;On the road where one loses all&lt;br /&gt;a rest's begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will live from day to day&lt;br /&gt;and lose, lose fast,&lt;br /&gt;and yet desire still to remain&lt;br /&gt;until the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will find life strong,&lt;br /&gt;if you can burn.&lt;br /&gt;Then will each loss become a gain -&lt;br /&gt;for you shall turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever further towards that ground of life&lt;br /&gt;that gave you birth,&lt;br /&gt;and beyond all dreams' deceit&lt;br /&gt;the cause is there -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until in the hour of your greatest loss&lt;br /&gt;your soul, burned down,&lt;br /&gt;goes to the place of extinguished lights.&lt;br /&gt;A day is won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my 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title=''/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-4664291626037359790</id><published>2010-07-30T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:14:06.469+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetic world'/><title type='text'>longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RvljCKzr1pI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7a6K-hTXjNs/s1600-h/WLL02%7EAnoranza-tamano-reducido-Posteres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/RvljCKzr1pI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7a6K-hTXjNs/s400/WLL02%7EAnoranza-tamano-reducido-Posteres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114227740767934098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noun 1. longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;long·ing&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="pointer" onclick="pw = window.open('http://content.answers.com/main/content/pronkey-answers.html', 'PronunciationKey', 'height=650,width=520,resizable,scrollbars');if(pw){pw.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;"  style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;lông&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;ĭng, lŏng&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" onmouseover="status='Click to hear pronunciation';return true;" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onclick="playIt('http://content.answers.com/main/content/ahd4/pron/L0241200.wav')"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/pron.gif" alt="pronunciation" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A strong persistent yearning or desire&lt;br /&gt;A strong wanting of what promises enjoyment or pleasure&lt;br /&gt;yearning, hungriness&lt;br /&gt;hankering, yen - a yearning for something or to do something&lt;br /&gt;pining - a feeling of deep longing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-4664291626037359790?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4664291626037359790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/longing.html#comment-form' title='0 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Me?'/><title type='text'>Do we want to repeat history?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A re-post from 05.11.10 after request from a reader. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Aasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;The American president Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;receives the Nobel peace price of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"I just want you to know t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hat, when we talk about war, we're really talking about peace.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;~George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(From a speech at the Dept. of Housing and Urban Development in Wash. DC, 6/18/02.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The instruments of war do have a role to play in preserving the peace"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Barack Obama (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10/11/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to Nobel's will, the Peace Prize should be awarded to the person who:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, for the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nobel committees choice for this years peace price is again making a ridicule of the symbolism of the price itself, when president Barack Obama entered the pantheon of Nobel Peace Prize winners. Just nine days after ordering 30,000 more U.S. troops into battle in Afghanistan, Ob&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SyFSz0jaTUI/AAAAAAAABtY/X7qPu1I_m_A/s1600-h/obama.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SyFSz0jaTUI/AAAAAAAABtY/X7qPu1I_m_A/s400/obama.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413699277310020930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ama delivered a Nobel acceptance speech that he saw as a treatise on war’s use and prevention. In his speeches, Obama refused to renounce war for his nation or under his leadership, saying defiantly that “I face the world as it is” and that he is obliged to protect and defend the United States. “To say that force is sometimes necessary is not a call to cynicism, it is a recognition of history,” he claims. And continues; “The belief that peace is desirable is rarely enough to achieve it.”&lt;br /&gt;The speeches held by Obama concerning the war in Afghanistan is strangely alike those held of Bush to justify the war in Iraq. Back then the general crowd was cheering and agreeing the logic of war being necessary for the means of peace. We see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exact same thing&lt;/span&gt; happening now - Obama was in mostly welcomed and celebrated in the streets of Oslo. It took most people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;several years&lt;/span&gt; with casualties and damages before turning and going against Bush and the war in Iraq. Do we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt; need to go through all that one more time to open up our eyes? An other interesting thing about Obamas Nobel peace price speech is that it is not about peace, but it is more or less a defense speech for the war he is leading now. By sending another 30,000 U.S. troops to Afghanistan – on top of the 21,000 he dispatched last spring – this year's Nobel Peace Prize laureate will have tripled the American military presence there by the time the last of the reinforcements arrive in mid-2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he has made some strides for international diplomacy, Obama was given the prize only a few weeks after his election. In awarding the prize to Obama, the Nobel panel cited his call for a world free of nuclear weapons, for a more engaged U.S. role in combating global warming, for his support of the United Nations and multilateral diplomacy, and for broadly capturing the attention of the world and giving its people “hope.” But the Nobel committee made its announcement in October when he wasn’t even nine months on the job, recognizing his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aspirations &lt;/span&gt;more than some of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt; he has done alter on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe Barack Obama has a few &lt;span&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt; to show for so far, but if the price was presented to him after these deeds as well, would they be enough to overshadow two other important factors. One - the fact that Obama is in all his speeches justifying and now also escanning the war in Afghanistan with sending 30,000 more U.S. troops into battle.&lt;br /&gt;And two - if we consider how many people who are working hard and has done so much for peace, it is an offense to give it to Barack Obama at this point. Mahatma Gandhi, the greatest &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVOkhUoGq4c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVOkhUoGq4c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; symbol of peace and non-violence in the 20-th century, was carefully kept away from the Nobel Peace Prize till he died, despite decades of selfless hard work. In view of the length of time, the degree of suffering and the sheer bravery of the previous winners of this award, this is a terrible mistake. There are thousands of more worthy candidates out there, actually doing stuff, putting their life and well-being on the line. And they are also so much more needing of the attention the Nobels peace prize can give them to continue and uphold the efforts they are doing for peace. Obama is in no need of such attention, and it is very unlikely it will change his politics in any direction.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The trouble is they're not a famous president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Obama gave to the world when he entered into office was hope. Hope for change in a world filled with war and injustice. He gave hope through words and speeches. To give promises of hope is all good and can give inspiration to many. But it does not qualify for a peace making politician.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It is important to see the difference between words and action.&lt;/span&gt; Especially if the actions show themselves to be the opposite of some of these words. And so far, Obamas actions are not deserving of what this price symbolizes. So far it rather screams loud of clever propaganda. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, one can then wonder what the foundation of a Nobel peace price now is grounded upon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has the true symbolism of the Nobel Peace Prize lost it´s value?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior leaders that has been given the Nobel peace price:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_Teresa" title="Mother Teresa"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/14th_Dalai_Lama" title="14th Dalai Lama"&gt;14th Dalai Lama&lt;/a&gt; (1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aung_San_Suu_Kyi" title="Aung San Suu Kyi"&gt;Aung San Suu Kyi&lt;/a&gt; (1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nelson_Mandela" title="Nelson Mandela"&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/a&gt; (1993)&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yasser_Arafat" title="Yasser Arafat"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-6690797694907174967?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6690797694907174967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-presindent-barack-obama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6690797694907174967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6690797694907174967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-presindent-barack-obama.html' title='Do we want to repeat history?'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SyFSz0jaTUI/AAAAAAAABtY/X7qPu1I_m_A/s72-c/obama.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-6042558632849950200</id><published>2010-07-04T09:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:19:13.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama</title><content type='html'>A re-post from 05.11.10 after request from a reader. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;~ Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tiny kick to the rejoice of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have for a while thought about the matter that it seems most people who are so-called "liberal" wants Obama to win and now celebrates like it is the the revolution of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;But do we, so far, know much about his actual plans and what politics he will really aim for? Yes, he is certainly not Republican, so he is by far (In my opinion) the better choice of two, but is he really as amazing as everybody now seems to think? Is he 'the new political messiah' as people think him to be? Or is he getting a free ticket to this label simply because of his skin color and clever propaganda?&lt;br /&gt;(Now I think it is wonderful that the man will actually fight against racism and for gay rights ).... But look now anyway here on a few of the cases the man actually aims for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unconditional support for Israel&lt;br /&gt;-Escalation of the War in Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;-Continued military rearmament in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;-An emergency package that is a pure gift to the richest, and a fraud against the American people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge for yourself&lt;br /&gt;But personally I do not believe the promise of greener pastures in the US yet.&lt;br /&gt;If Obama was in Norwegian politics, he had not been labelled "radical" but "very conservative"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Åsa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-6042558632849950200?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6042558632849950200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6042558632849950200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/6042558632849950200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama.html' title='Obama'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-114830903570524615</id><published>2010-06-27T12:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:29:19.102+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetic world'/><title type='text'>Norwegian poetry I</title><content type='html'>As always, I am no fan of translations, because so much is normally lost in them. I don't like the English version of this that much, but I want the people who don't read Norwegian to read it as well, so I post both. The Norwegian version is in nynorsk, which has a very beautiful way of it that is melodious and perfect for poetry.&lt;br /&gt;This poem is truly beautiful and one of my favourites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you´ll enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Aasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;º°¨°ºº©©º°°º©©º°¨°º©©ºº°¨°ºº°¨°ºº©©º°°º©©º°¨°º©©ºº°¨°º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream we carry in secret&lt;br /&gt;that something miraculous will happen&lt;br /&gt;that it must happen --&lt;br /&gt;that time will open&lt;br /&gt;that the heart will open&lt;br /&gt;that doors will open&lt;br /&gt;that the mountains will open&lt;br /&gt;that springs will gush --&lt;br /&gt;that the dream will open&lt;br /&gt;that one morning we will glide into&lt;br /&gt;some harbor we didn't know was there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Det er den draumen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det er den draumen me ber på&lt;br /&gt;at noko vidunderlig skal skje,&lt;br /&gt;at det må skje -&lt;br /&gt;at tidi skal opna seg,&lt;br /&gt;at hjarta skal opna seg,&lt;br /&gt;at dører skal opna seg,&lt;br /&gt;at berget skal opna seg&lt;br /&gt;at kjeldor skal springa -&lt;br /&gt;at draumen skal opna seg,&lt;br /&gt;at me ei morgonstund skal glida inn&lt;br /&gt;på ein våg me ikkje har visst um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~ Olav H Hauge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;º°¨°ºº©©º°°º©©º°¨°º©©ºº°¨°ºº°¨°ºº©©º°°º©©º°¨°º©©ºº°¨°º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a big fan of this Norwegian poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hold your head  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www2.aschehoug.no/lf/aschehougagency/innhold.php?textID=667"&gt; Stein Mehren &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold your head&lt;br /&gt;in my hands, as you hold&lt;br /&gt;my heart in your affection&lt;br /&gt;as everything holds and is&lt;br /&gt;held by something other than itself&lt;br /&gt;As the sea lifts a stone&lt;br /&gt;to its strands, as the tree&lt;br /&gt;holds the ripe fruit of autumn, as&lt;br /&gt;the world is lifted through worlds and space&lt;br /&gt;So are we both held by something and lifted&lt;br /&gt;to where mystery holds mystery in its hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeg holder ditt hode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jeg holder ditt hode&lt;br /&gt;i mine hender, som du holder&lt;br /&gt;mitt hjerte i din ømhet&lt;br /&gt;slik allting holder og blir&lt;br /&gt;holdt av noe annet enn seg selv&lt;br /&gt;Slik havet løfter en sten&lt;br /&gt;til sine strender, slik treet&lt;br /&gt;holder høstens modne frukter, slik&lt;br /&gt;kloden løftes gjennom kloders rom&lt;br /&gt;Slik holdes vi begge av noe&lt;br /&gt;og løftes&lt;br /&gt;dit gåte holder gåte i sin hånd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;º°¨°ºº©©º°°º©©º°¨°º©©ºº°¨°ºº°¨°ºº©©º°°º©©º°¨°º©©ºº°¨°º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.a-free-guestbook.com/guestbook.php?username=aasa"&gt;View my guestbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14565803-114830903570524615?l=aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114830903570524615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-always-i-am-no-fan-of-translations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/114830903570524615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14565803/posts/default/114830903570524615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aasaaaaaaaaaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-always-i-am-no-fan-of-translations.html' title='Norwegian poetry I'/><author><name>Åsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583066189667969221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zs9RweEaZas/TvDPbRPsgFI/AAAAAAAAEnM/VdzI3qn2dWE/s220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14565803.post-3382068376589172697</id><published>2010-06-08T14:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:09:54.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My world of books films and quotes'/><title type='text'>Fatherfucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A re-post from 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered an artist which I really enjoy, for several reasons. I have always liked several kinds of music, everything from metal, rock, jazz to electropunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This time it is Peaches. A woman who a first glance just seem to be a singer getting famous through sexually provocative lyrics and shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And this is a quite popular opionion. here has been many quotes about her, like "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The title Impeach my Bush, may suggest otherwise but Merrill Nisker (known as Peaches) is concerned with sex and little else. Which is no bad thing, to Dan Martin's mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Dan Martin, The Observer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But looking a little closer, this woman is truly great and has, in my opinion, a lot to offer more than catchy tunes and sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Peaches is provocative, but not mindlessly and manipulative to get fame and attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;One of the reasons she is provocative is because the mainstream dictates that women be the objects of desire, not the agents of it. And Peaches reaches out and grabs us by the balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-"Well, I'll be happy when it's not provocative." she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But still society seems to react strongly to her messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"If I'm saying two boys for every girl, it's like Jan and Dean saying 'two girls for every boy'. I don't really understand why it's normal and accepted when it's said in that context, just because it's something we're used to." she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She takes the things we are used to for women and take for granted, and switch it around to count for men as well. One example is o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SCGzaVav0XI/AAAAAAAABAA/GVXQ7H7zQk0/s1600-h/Wilhelm-Sasnal-Peaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z7nmdEMGZ4/SCGzaVav0XI/AAAAAAAABAA/GVXQ7H7zQk0/s320/Wilhelm-Sasnal-Peaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197632709969564018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ne her albums called Fatherfucker. The title alone seemed to indicate her move towards more actively subverting the standard gender norms and double-standards. A kind of Regender exercise for sex. As she says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Why do we stub our toe and say, ‘Aww motherfucker!’? What is a motherfucker? … We use it in our everyday language, and it’s such an insanely intense word. I’m not one to shy away from these obscene terms that we actually have in our mainstream. Motherfucker is a very mainstream word. But if we’re going to use motherfucker, why don’t we use fatherfucker? I’m just trying to be even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This girl has an uncompromising attitude towards women’s sexuality, and is not afrad to show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She also scores points for not fitting in with the glamour model standards of beauty which demands of women before they can have an opinion on sex. One of her tracks has referenced her cup size of AA, she’s donned a beard for the cover of one album, and photos of her regularly show pubic hair protuding unapologetically from her bright pink shiny pants. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-f
