I Believe

Thanks to Living in Yellow for hosting and starting this new link-up, and to Lattes & Love and Rockin' Mama for pointing it out to me!  I felt inspired, and had to join in the inspiration.  I'm too late for the link party, but wanted to share anyway.

I believe in being true to the real you deep down.

I believe that hooping is an amazing form of exercise and one of the best depression fixes.

I believe in Pumpkin Spice Lattes.

I believe in acting silly, whenever possible.

I believe in changing into my PJs the minute I get home, even if I have to change again to go out.

I believe in not wearing those PJs outside of the house.  Put on real clothing!

I believe in Death Stars.  Especially when shared.

I believe in getting pampered every once in a great while.

I believe in flip flops for as many months of the year as I can get away with.

I believe in documenting as many moments as possible.  You'll miss them when they're gone.

I believe in buying a new pair of shoes every now and then.

I believe in going barefoot whenever possible.

I believe in bug-eye sunglasses.  The bigger the better.

I believe in Cheese Momos and Sweet Chai tea from my favorite Tibetan Restaurant.

I believe in working hard, but playing harder.

I believe in group photos.

I believe in honesty.

I believe in more love than I can ever express.

I believe in Haunted Houses, as many as you can get to.

I believe in a cup of tea at the end of the day.

I believe that the best cure for a bad day is booze and good friends.

I believe in teaching children about the world around them.

I believe in funny hats.

I believe in HONEY BADGER DON'T CARE.  It's not my problem.

I believe in family.

Especially the family your make for yourself.

Forgive & Forget

As a small child, my mother taught me that Jesus said to "forgive and forget" when someone wronged you, and even when I no longer belonged to the religion of my parents, that thought hung in the back of my mind.  Sometimes forgiveness can be the hardest thing to come by, especially when the hurt is still fresh in your mind.  Oh, but how freeing it can be as well; not only for the the person you're forgiving, but also for your own sense of well being.

However, while this idea is in the back of my head, I don't completely agree with it.  Forgiving, yes.  Forgetting?  No way.  If you were to forget the bad things people do to you, or the negative ways they treat you, then you allow yourself to be treated that way again.  You allow those things to keep happening to you, and you just end up in a twisted cycle.  So no, I wont forget, but I will forgive.

This week, I let the forgiveness in.  Something along the way urged me to extend a peace branch, and even if it was refused-I still feel accomplished.  The peace and good energy was put out there, I tried to speak to him in a normal sense, and he wasn't having it.  Now, that is on him, and no longer on me.  If he wishes to continue to hold a grudge and be angry about it, so be it.  However, I will no longer carry these negative burdens around with me.  Life is too short to hold onto things like this; it's time to move on.

Also, the woman in the office that he's seeing now (you know, the one that caused so much drama by running her mouth about me and also things she's done to the other ex) was in tears the other day because everyone has ostracized her.  We all know what she's done to people, and in that sense no one wants to be her friend and she's feeling it now, and for some reason I feel a little bad about it.

By all means, it's only a little bad because some of it seems very much deserved, but blame it on my bleeding heart, I hate to see another human so desperate for a friend that she'd break down and cry at work.  So I did what any good-natured human being (or maybe just someone with the remnants of a savior complex that can't stand to see people hurting) would do-I forgave her and passed it through the grapevine that I didn't hate her.  Also, when she came and asked me a question Saturday morning, I smiled warmly and responded as sweetly as possible in hopes of showing her that not everyone hates her.  Perhaps, if someone who she's actually wronged can show her kindness, everyone else will follow suit...

Besides, I have a feeling she's going to need some friends eventually, because she's bound to end up like those of us who have already been there. 

In any case, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my chest, and I feel so much better about the entire thing.  Work doesn't seem as dreadful as it did, and I feel like my old self again-the me who can't hate anyone. 

What do you guys think?  Is it weird that I feel good about making someone happy who wronged me?  Do you have any stories of times you had to forgive someone and realized how much it made you feel better?  Any thoughts on "forgive and forget"?

Please share, I'd love to hear it!

Life & Randomosity

Recently, I've posted a few deep-thought blogs, so I thought it was time for a life update. It seems like change is all around me right now, or more-so the stir in the air that comes right before change, almost as if I'm waiting for it. Today I moved some stuff into the new apartment. This is the temporary arrangement with Matthew, just until Josh is ready to move come August. It'll be kind of nice, I'll have my own room, but it will take A LOT to get used to being alone so often because Matt will hardly be there.

It'll be okay though, if I get to freaked out or lonely I'll just make the quick jaunt over to either Kristina's or Josh's, as I'll be about half way in-between both of them and they've been good enough to offer that should the occasion occur. My friends really do keep me sane; or maybe I should say they are as insane as I am so we enjoy every crazy minute of it together. Ca Marche.


Still no job, nothing has really presented itself so I'm surviving and getting used to finding things to fill my time with. Hey, I've even lost weight because I've been more active! There is an upside to every down, and the optimist in me is strong.

As for the glorious problem with my lappy, I ended up using superglue and a toothpick to pull out the stuck piece. I was still having the problem with the sensor at that point, however it magically started working a few days later. Go figure. I'm just glad I don't have to pay $700 to fix it, and I'm going to avoid plugging anything in there so it doesn't happen again!

I seem to be the anti-electronics person lately. After all the crap with the computer, my fan crapped out on me and various other electronic equipment has been fussy. Maybe it's all of my pent-up energy that's setting them all on the fritz... Maybe the "crazy" is spreading to the inanimate objects around me... Scary!

You don't even want to know about my love life right now, so it's probably best not to ask. (Shut-up Max. For reals.) Besides, I couldn't give you a straight answer on it anyway, I probably know less than anyone! Haha! All I can say is I'm getting used to Celibacy, but that doesn't mean I like it; it really doesn't. I thought about becoming a nun, for like a minute, but the whole "married to god" thing really scared me off. Can you become a commitment-aphobe when it comes to deities? Wait a minute... First, I'd have to believe in that religion to believe in that god... Well there goes that idea.

Oh well, we're all going to be Zombie's in a few years anyway, right? First fire ants, then animals, and then humans! I've decided that I'm okay with this outcome, I mean, what a way to die! "Hey Ben Franklin, how did you die? Oh YEAH? I got killed by ZOMBIES! Top that!"


I'm really contemplating going back to school and majoring in Psychology. I totally will when I can afford it again. Right now I'm so stressed about some of the debt collectors from my previous experience from school, and not being able to pay them, that I'm thinking of changing my name to Julio and jumping the border. Think I could survive in Mexico? Probably not. Damn, there goes idea numéro deux.

Oh! Got to meet a good blogging buddy the other day. I always enjoy reading his blogs, and he was friends with Josh before that, so it was nice to have dinner and meet. Check out his blog here: http://travelindav.blogspot.com He's a flight attendant so he sees a lot of interesting things and is a fun follow.

I think I'll go make a fun header for my blog now... Check it out, in a few days I might have something unique up there. Leave me some comments if you read, even if it's just to say "Hi! Stopping by!" or something, because it's always nice to know someone is reading! Loves!

Multi-Colored Marshmallow Reincarnation

Hello my peeps!

Can I just say that my favorite thing about Easter time is multi-colored marshmallows shaped like bunnies and chicks. Oh, and you mustn't forget the candy-coated Cadbury Eggs...
Some of my fondest memories from when I was a child include searching for colorful eggs and large Easter baskets full of goodies like kites, bubbles, punching balloons and chocolate bunnies. My mother is an amazing woman, and she always went all out when it came to holidays, even as we grew older.
Did you know that Easter was likely derived from Ēostre? Ēostre is the name of the Saxon mother goddess who's name was originally adapted from Eastre which means Spring. Her symbols were the egg and the hare, both denoting fertility. Modern-day pagans celebrate the holiday Ostara, which falls on the Vernal Equinox and celebrates fertility and the bringing in of Spring.
Rabbits are a strong symbol of fertility because of how much they breed, the egg is potent symbolism simply because it represents new life, fertility and reincarnation. Painted eggs, representing the colors of spring, have been used in rituals since the times of the ancient Egyptians and Babylonians. Also, those Easter lilies that everyone raves about, they symbolize fertility due to their shape-but we wont go into that one right now...

Now in Christianity they celebrate Easter in representation of the resurrection of Christ. As the story goes, he was put to death on the cross (betrayed by Judas) and as he died God cursed the world (out of grief, anger, or something else) with darkness for 3 days. They put Jesus' body in a tomb, rolled a large stone over the doorway, and on the third day it was rolled away as he was resurrected

They aren't the only ones with this story, as Christ is only the latest manifestation of the resurrection myth. Such legends include Osiris (Egyptian), Orpheus (Greek), Tammuz (Babylonian) and Dionysus (also Greek); who were all said to have been born of virgins and resurrected three days after their death. These mythologies date much further back than Christ; For example: the earliest known attestation of Osiris' name was found on the Palermo Stone circa 2500BC.
Since the ages, it seems that people have been relating spring to rebirth and resurection. In Neo-paganism we learn the legend of the God and Goddess, and each Sabbat represents a different stage in the wheel of the year; i.e. the wheel of life, death, and rebirth.
I personally feel the rebirth each spring, as the snowstorms start to cease and I feel again as I am reborn out of the depression of Winter and into the beauty of spring, finally emerging from my cave and walking through the grass with the sun on my skin. Even the April Showers (which we are currently experiencing) are rejuvenating and beautiful, and make for an invigorating mood!

See more information here: Pagan Origins of Easter

In Response To My Previous Post

These comments were in response to my previous blog called I Support Human Rights and were posted on a blog of Josh's called My Comment on Angie's Blog and I just felt I should share them.

Josh said the following:

Max brought up and interesting point the other day. He said "the LDS church has been kicked out of how many states and be persecuted against for years and they constantly whine about it and they are willing to persecute another group extremely quickly. It doesn't make sense!" I don't know a whole lot about the church. I did when i was younger just so i could argue points but then I realized I didn't need to argue and since I don't believe in "missionaring" I didn't see the point me trying to change peoples minds. Laissez faire, if people choose that faith and those beliefs that is their choice, I don't agree with them but I don't need to change them to my thinking because that would be just like them and I don't believe that way. Love is what I believe in and anytime there isn't love in that space it's not the best space to be in, so going from their beliefs if god is love what is the other? I throughly believe that inhibiting the rights of a human being is not love and I implore christians to ask WWJD? Remember Jesus loved everyone and did not discriminate and never said anything about people being evil, shellfish being a sin, or beating your wife is ok, or homosexual acts being a sin, read your praised book Jesus never said any of those things so think "judge not least ye be judged" and "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."

My reply to this, that I felt I had to share:

I know, it doesn't make a lot of sense to me either, even back when I was actively attending church and trying very hard to believe it, I didn't see how the rest of the congregation didn't see it the way I did. I think that's one of the main points that allowed me to rethink my believe and my choice of religion as a teenager. I had friends that were gay, and friends that weren't LDS, and I was constantly taught "Jesus said love everyone no matter what" and in the same breath "Don't associate with sinners, and being gay is a sin. Also, try and convert those friends that arent." I didn't see how the two could go hand in hand, because they can't.

They can use their bible, and find millions of passages to throw at you. Like 1 Corinthians 6:9-10 - "Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God." OR Exodus 22:18 "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live." But they also say "We believe in the bible so far as it is translated correctly." But it can't have been translated completely correct because it was originally written in ancient Hebrew, and even with more modern languages things don't always transfer over with the same meaning. Even look from French to English, there are so many things that don't have the same meaning when translated.

Not to mention it's been translated how many dozens of times by how many dozens of different men who could have let their own bias get in the way of what they were translating? I mean look at how many different versions of the bible we even have available to us now, there are about 11 and each christian religion chooses a different version to base their beliefs off of. Even the Book of Mormon (as per their own legends) was translated by Joseph Smith using glowing stones inside of a hat, while he dictated it to Martin Harris who scribed for him. There are two different men translating an ancient text (that neither of them knew previously) by "the power of god" allowing them to understand.

The way I see it, the entire religion (and most Christian religions) are based on bias. No person is completely unbiased in their beliefs, and no person can translate anything without putting a tiny amount of their own biased into those pages. So yes, Jesus really could have existed - I personally believe he did and he was a good man with a good message to spread. I don't beleive he died for my sins, but I classify him with Ghandi, and Buddah, and other great teachers/prophets who had a good message of love and peace to spread. But somehow that message gets lost in translation, and even if they get the basic meaning of it, they don't seem to understand that what he taught, and what they teach now days - are two totally separate things.

I Support HUMAN Rights

Growing up in Utah, and also spending the first 17 years of my life as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I know the teachings pretty well. Since I was old enough to be a sunbeam I was attending church on my own, as my parents were inactive and my grandmother would take me. At the age of 10 I was baptised on the same day as my 8 year old brother Cole, and I still have the picture of my standing next to the missionaries. Into my teenage years I continued to go, even when I would be the only one in my family to attend. Called into positions such as Beehive Secretary, Mia maid President, and I was even serving as the Laurels President when I stopped attending church at the age of 17.

After 4 years in LDS seminary throughout high school, I have read the Book of Mormon, The Old & New Testament, The Pearl of Great Price, and various other readings. I spent nights on my knees, praying that god would teach me what was right, and that he would allow me to feel that the church was right. Fast Sundays, I would stand in front of the congregation and my classmates and bear my testimony nearly half-hearted because it was just a repeat of what everyone else says when they say theirs. My mother and father still don't think I tried hard enough to believe in it, but I know that I did everything I could do.

I wanted to believe, I wanted desperately to live that life and to follow the teachings of the Mormon doctrine. That was what everyone told me was right, that was what everyone else around me believed was the right way. I'll admit, there are quite a few of the teachings I am very grateful for, and still believe in; but there are also quite a few of the teachings I strongly disagree with, and that is why I do not consider myself as that religion anymore. This is probably one of the strongest reasons: I support equal rights.

A brilliant friend of mine, who actually is bisexual, said something very awesome to me. He looked at me and said "I don't support gay rights." Then in response to my confusion, he said "I support HUMAN rights. That everyone should be equal, and not treated differently because they are a minority." I completely agree.

To me it is inconceivable that anyone should have any lesser rights than anyone , and that any organization should fight so fiercely to prevent it because of a word. Back in the 60s it was equal rights for people of different races, and now it's a matter of fighting for equal rights for people of different orientations. There really is no difference in the fight or cause, just a difference in the people who are fighting for it, and yet it is still the same issue! How does saying that they shouldn't have the right to love as freely as you any difference from saying a black person should sit in the back of the bus or go to a different school than your children? How does this make you any different than a racist?

I honestly don't know how some of my family and friends will feel when they read this, and by no means do I intend to offend anyone, but I do feel the need to bear my testimony here that bigotry is wrong! Discrimination in any sense of the word is WRONG! These are people, they were created in God's image just as you were, and they just want to be allowed to love and live and raise a family just like you do. All of these rights you take for granted, all of these things you do without even thinking twice, are being withheld from honest citizens who come from the same place as you do. They have the same ancestors who immigrated to this company for freedom, and yet this country really isn't free. This country, and so many of it's people, are hypocrites.

I will continue to stand up for this belief, and continue to fight for equal rights. Last November I marched in an equal rights march and shouted with the crowd, and I will do it again at the next available opportunity. At that time I truly felt like I was part of something marvelous, and that I was fighting for a most worthy cause. What if your rights were taken from you because of something that was not uniform? Because you were a blond, or because you didn't like milk? It doesn't make any sense.


So suffice it to say, I really hope that Prop 8 gets overturned tomorrow. With all of my heart I hope that the government comes to it's senses and stops segregation and discrimination. It's not right, it's immoral and it's disturbing that human beings can be so horrible! Also, I hope the rest of the country comes to it's senses, and that we can fix the laws in all 50 states!

Here are some links I feel are important:
Sign The Petition Here!
Stop8.org
Gay_Blog.blogspot
Article: Amnesty, Overturn Prop 8
Article: March 5th, Overturn Prop 8
Article: The Court Will Overturn Prop 8


*All of these photos were taken by me at the November Equality march that I attended.

Bleeding Heart

I have a bleeding heart, and I have known this since I was small. When I was a child, there wasn't a kitten on the farm that I didn't rescue from it's circumstances and bring in to try and save. Some of them were far too little to survive the cold out when their mother had abandoned them, and some of them were too far gone by the time I arrived. Most of them didn't make it, and at first the heartbreak in the fact that I couldn't save them was unbearable. It would leave me crying, and my mother would hold me and try to teach me that death was a part of life, and that it wasn't my fault that the small creature had died. However, it was in my nature to blame myself on some level. Perhaps I didn't do enough, and perhaps there was something I missed or screwed up that would have saved the helpless thing had I figured it out. It's silly I know, but I still hold small amounts of guilt for the kitten I accidentally rolled on in the grass when playing with it, and I still hold guilt for the hamster (though it was pretty old) who I came home to find dead in it's cage with an empty water bottle. Now I know that chances are it wasn't my fault, but I still hold that small traumatic event in my memories, and I still feel that small twinge of guilt. Blame it on the bleeding heart.

As I grew into a teenager, and even to an adult, I never stopped trying to save things. I adopted both of my cats from Heaven's Gate Animal Sanctuary because I couldn't bear to see them in the cages crying at me in Petsmart. I kept bringing in sickly animals to nurse, and when one wouldn't make it I would convince myself that I had done some small amount of good by making their last few hours or days better. They had seen tremendous love and had a warm bed and a belly full of kitten formula, which is more than they had experienced for the first part of their little lives. Don't get me wrong, some of them lived. Gizmo was a kitten that I found in the pasture and brought inside, and she's still alive and reeking havoc at my parents house, as well as Mad Madam Mim who was a little kitten I found at my grandmother's house who was so very nearly blind from all the sickness. She's still a sneezy strange little thing, but she's alive and happy and brightens up every time I visit. I think she knows my voice.

The point I am trying to get to is that I don't think I'll ever get past this part of me that is always wanting to help people. Nor will I get past the part of me that feels bad when I cannot. When I see someone hurting, I want to take on that hurt for myself because I know I am strong enough to handle it and I want to spare them the pain. Even though I know that I cannot do that, as it is their lesson to learn, I still ache to save them from it. Over the years, I have had to learn that I cannot save everyone, no matter how much it hurts me to have to stand back and let them experience it for themselves.

Now, I'm also a firm believer that we are in each other's lives for certain reasons. I believe that we meet people because they have something to teach us and to help us with at that time when we need it. The Universe never leaves you unprovided for entirely. Sometimes I feel that so strongly, and a few friends that I have in particular I have no doubt in my mind that I am here to help. What I do doubt, is my ability to. I figure that God/Universe/Goddess/Deity (whatever you believe in) wouldn't have pushed me to help if I couldn't do it, I just don't know what exactly it is I am doing. My purpose is clear, my method is not, and sometimes I feel like I am failing as a friend. Where are my limitations? What exactly do I do, and what do I leave up to these friends to do for themselves? Am I only support? Or am I supposed to be a proactive catalyst for them to move forward?

On another note, this is not a completely one way street. These friends are helping me by teaching me. The circumstances here are gifts to me I believe, as they will help me grow and prepare for any helping I do in the future. Even right now, I can see how deeply they are affecting me and how much I am growing on a personal level just by knowing them. They are truly amazing people, even if they don't always see it, and how I wish I could make them see themselves the way I see them. With non-biased and non-judgemental eyes! I can see so much beauty, and I am constantly shocked when they tell me what they see in themselves, because I don't see it like that at all. All I see is beautify and light, and that overpowers any of the darkness there.

So how do you show people? I can put a mirror in front of them and say "Look, you are beautiful! Look at that smile, and those eyes, and all the depth and light that comes from them both. You brighten my world!" They will then look at it and see something entirely different, and tell me that my opinion doesn't count because I'm their friend and so I am biased. How wrong they are! We are ALWAYS more biased against ourselves than others! Being a friend is not being blind to faults, it is being able to see those faults and choose to forgive them because your friend is important to you and that stuff doesn't matter in the big scheme of things.

Wow this got long again... I never intend for these blogs to be as long as they end up, but once I start writing it just keeps spilling out... Maybe it's finally time to start writing my novel again, because my muse seems to be making her way back into my life, and that's fantastic! I'm also thinking I might look into going into either psychology or social work for a career. With my drive to help people, and the way I perceive things, I might be pretty good at it. What do you think?

The Mastery Of Love by Don Miguel Ruiz

I just finished reading this book, so I wanted to write a quick review here in my blog. This isn't the first time I've read it, as I did a few years back when I borrowed it from Melanie Grace, I think it was when we were living together. This book has a lot of good information in it, and while I think it's information that we all know deep down, sometimes you need someone to plainly say it (or write it) to remind you. At least that is how it was in my case.

When I read it the first time I remember loving it, it was brilliant and while I didn't feel like I agreed with everything in it, a lot of what was taught in it shaped some of my views on love. At the time, I hadn't had much experience in relationships, in fact I think it was pretty recent after the end of my very first relationship. However, a lot of what was in this book really stuck with me, so just before Yule this year I took the time to run to Barnes & Nobles and pick up two copies of it. One for [womanizer] (as a gift) and one for myself to read again. Really, I'm glad that I did.

Reading it this time, I feel like I agreed with a lot more of what he said, and that I soaked more of it in. It didn't do much to change how I feel about relationships or love, because they were pretty similar to begin with. It did reaffirm them for me though, and put into words a lot of how I felt. Enough that when I finished reading it I had the urge to pass it along, so that a certain friend of mine could take the time and read it, in hopes that it would reaffirm things for him. Especially the most important things that deal with self love, self destruction, the "Parasite" inside of us all, and how the way others act should not affect us and vice versa. It really opened my eyes, and I feel like sharing the knowledge I feel I've gained from it. I'll probably buy it again in a few months.

This book really speaks towards the way society can implant negative thoughts on us, and how we can be raised to believe them. We are all born innocent and full of love, and somewhere along the way we learn how to be distrustful, and how to be hurt, and to be hurtful in return. Our parents learned this while they grew, and they (along with the rest of society) then teach it to us as we grow up, and the cycle continues ever onward. Personally, I would hope that I have the strength to stop that cycle, and leave my children full of love and respect.

Another thing it tells us, is the story of "The Man Who Didn't Believe in Love", which is now one of my favorite legends. It tells of a man who went around giving lectures on the non-existence of love, because so many people use it to manipulate each other. He says "love is like a drug" because in each relationship you have the "dealer" of the "drug" and the person who is addicted and keeps coming back for more. The stronger partner deals out the love, and the weaker tries to soak up as much of it as they can, and they take any abuse the dealer gives out too, because they think they need it so badly and that they can't get it anywhere else. He vows that he does not believe in love, because he has had many such experiences and refuses to let anyone manipulate him with this false emotion.

So this man is walking through the park one day and he comes across a woman who is sitting in the grass crying. He stops to console her, and asks her why she is crying, and she replies "I am crying because love does not exist." The man is astounded, because he has finally found a woman who feels the same way he does. He talks to her, they develop a friendship, and soon they are spending all their time together. They never fight, and they never expect anything from each other, they have the perfect bond. One day when the man is away, he is contemplating his relationship with the woman. He realizes that what he feels for her must actually be love, and that he had been wrong all along. Love does exist, and it is much more pure and beautiful than anything he'd ever experienced. The man is so excited that he rushes home immediately to tell her how he feels about her. She, in turn, replies that she has felt this way for quite some time and has been afraid to tell him because of his disbelief in the emotion.

The legend then tells that the man is so happy, that he goes outside and sends his happiness into the universe. His happiness is so large that it pulls a star down into his hands and he hurries to give it to the woman. The happiness is so overwhelming, that for a moment the woman hesitates, and in that moment of doubt she drops it and it shatters. Now there is a man who is wandering the Universe, broken and lonely because he once again believes that love does not exist. There is also a woman who sits at home waiting for the man who once loved her, feeling remorse for that one moment of doubt that ruined their relationship.

So in asking yourself who was in the wrong, was it the woman who doubted for a moment? No, it was the man who decided to place his entire happiness in someones hands. If we place all of our happiness in the control of others, how can we ever expect to be happy? It is entirely up to us to be happy, and if we choose to be happy with someone else, we're all the better. We cannot rely on them to make us happy.

The book delves into quite a bit more information regarding loving yourself and being a whole person. It also emphasizes my previous belief that you have to be happy on your own, if you can ever be happy with anyone else. You have to love yourself to fully love another, and you have to be an equal part to a relationship, and not rely on them. It is the same with friends, family, and anyone you encounter.

In any case, I highly recommend this book to anyone, even if you read it simply to remind yourself of what you knew before. He has at least 3 other books that go along with it, and I plan on reading them as well.

Remember, God = Love and God is inside of you.

So YOU = LOVE.