Ruchira, enjoyed your thoughts, thanks for taking the time. Have you read The Devine Matrix by Gregg
Braden. It is one of many of the books out now that promote the same vein of thinking, which is, "we live in a world of all possibilities". This is true, however some things are more probable than possible. On the mind, body situation, I think the mind is like the electricity coming through the walls in our homes, we don't see it until the light is turned on.(the electricity being the mind, our bodies being the light). You are right if we could undrstand and harness this energy thre is no telling what cures could be effected for us and the world. I have always thought one possible way would be through frequencies.

Hello Ruchira and Everyone,

I was reading the news at google.com and this article slapped me in the face so I read it. I wonder if this article goes along with what you are saying...hmmmmmm.sorry about the cut and paste...usually I hate this stuff....but her it is......

Edwards' affair? My fault
How my energy fueled Rielle Hunter into a scandal.
By Sarah Miller
August 10, 2008
I blame myself.

It is totally my fault. Well, maybe it's just my energy's fault. But wait -- do we control our energy? Don't we just, like, attract what we put out? Anyway, I have really powerful energy, and I refused to respect it, and now it's too late.

What I'm trying to say is that it's my fault that Rielle Hunter had an affair with John Edwards. It's my fault his display of moral laxness let down his supporters, let down the country. It's my fault he cheated on his cancer-stricken wife and betrayed his three children.

Let me explain. I, like every other New Yorker who valued their life, moved to Los Angeles in October 2001. Almost immediately, I rented a room in a house in Benedict Canyon, owned by a friend of a friend, and lived there for almost a year. When I moved out of that room -- and I don't mind telling you at this point that Harrison Ford did the built-ins in the den and possibly some of the kitchen cabinetry -- Rielle Hunter moved in.

The homeowner who had been a friend of a friend had, by virtue of my stay, become a close friend, so I was still over at the house a lot. Rielle padded in and out in Ugg boots and flared yoga pants, and in a voice that contained strange elements of surfer-ese and lockjaw, gave unasked-for information about her life's journey and personal health. She would tell us how she'd had an amazing yoga practice that day, or give an elaborate description of some braised root she'd eaten for lunch. I think I said to my friend once, "What a wack job," but that was the extent of my relationship with Rielle.

Then, one afternoon about five years ago, I arrived for a party at the house. For better or worse, I have a near-perfect recollection of what followed.

I had barely poured myself a drink when Rielle came bounding up to me. Her eyes weren't just glowing. They were kind of spinning in her face. I am almost sure that she was not drunk: This was how she always looked, only at this moment, she looked more that way than usual. "Hi, sweetie" she said, laying two fingers on my wrist. "It is sooo amazing to me that I am living in your room."

"Is it?"

I tried not to make it obvious that I was backing away from her. I am a Yankee, and the unsolicited use of the word "sweetie," particularly combined with physical contact, makes me extremely tense. "I can't imagine why."

She gave me a sort of coy look, like she knew I knew what she was talking about. "Aren't you rich and famous?"

I seriously thought she had me confused with someone else. "I'm Sarah Miller," I said, thinking this would clear everything up. "I live in Echo Park now. I'm a magazine writer. I have a cat with one eye." Truly, I had nothing else to say about myself.

She continued to give me that coy look. "Didn't you write an essay for the book 'The Bitch in the House'?"

I had, like most people who write for a living, completely forgotten about an essay I had written some months earlier that had wound up in Cathi Hanauer's anthology. "Yes," I said, and added, because I thought it might bring to the conversation a sense of measure it was sorely lacking, "That article paid for maybe two months of my car insurance. It would have paid for three, but I got a point."

She looked up, her face lit with happy incredulity. "You wrote that article that was published in an actual book that is in stores, in the room I sleep in. In the bed I sleep in." The homeowner had told her I wrote in bed. "It's amazing," Rielle said. "I can feel your energy in there."

"But ... I have been gone for so long," I protested. "Surely my energy has decamped as well."

This had no effect on her. She kept staring at me, that weird glaze still over her face. "Oh, no," she said. "You have really strong energy, and I can feel it in there, and it's telling me what I want to be."

"And what is that?" I asked, knowing that it was probably too much to hope that what she wanted to be was the person who would get me another drink and then go away.

"I am going to be famous," Rielle said. "Rich and famous. I am going to meet a rich, powerful man."

I was by now leaning against the kitchen cabinetry, and the fact that it was holding me up made me almost certain that Harrison Ford's virility had gone into its construction. "Wow," I said. "How are you going to do that?"

Rielle slid a toe out from under the tip of her flared yoga pants and poked me with it, playfully. "I'm going to manifest it," she said.

I couldn't play along anymore. "Good luck," I said. "I just ... I don't really believe in stuff like that."

She backed away from me now, a conspiratorial smile on her face. "You don't have to," she said. "I'm just going to keep using your amazing energy, and you'll see."

For the remainder of the year or so she lived there, Rielle continued to prattle on about how amazing it was to live in a room that had been inhabited by a famous published writer. My friend tried to explain how I had been a writer before moving in there. She even found herself shouting at her one day, "Sarah is not famous," and afterward feeling guilty, as if she had put me down. Rielle was not to be dissuaded. She was convinced that this room had been magical for me and would be magical for her.

I'm glad it was magical for one of us.

Sarah Miller is the author of "Inside the Mind of Gideon Rayburn."

hmmmmm, I wonder.....ruth

Aloha Ruchira and Everyone

It amazes me what Nintendo has created in its games. You might think of putting something in with parallel universes.. different out comes from a cause and effect perspective. Changing the gamers perspective of time as it is not relative to our physical locality, bringing the gamer in touch with non locality. They have tapped into the health markets with wii fit, their ds has brain quest, and eye focus.

I love the ds and play the sudoku all the time, when I find myself having time to unwind.

Robert Thurman shares three things we need: learning, thinking and meditating. I find games add delight to those three things. With the ds.. Prims game I found myself dreaming in light.. you feed light to the failing stars. I thought it was a no brainer and ended up using the cheats online to help learn the game:)

My granddaughter warned me that there is a lot of violence, and suggestive language, gambling etc.. and I had to be careful in what games I chose. I was really surprised:) Whenever I go into gamestop, it is filled with young people and their parents, young adults to seniors and you can exchange games for a discount to purchase used games. I feel it is a great platform for multi-dimensional thinking. love patty

Just to add that Jerald Jampolsky, ran the Attitudinal Healing Center in Marin County, Ca. And I think in one of his books.. Love Letting Go of Fear.. might have been the book, he shared how the young childen were healing their cancer with packman images, the packman images were eating up the cancer cells.

In following up ruth has posted.. it is almost like the John Edward's story was scripted. JIm Elvidge was on Coast to Coast sharing about programed reality, his book: The Universe Solved. This is his site you may check him out if you like:
http://www.theuniversesolved.com/reality.htm love patty

Paulisoso #1:
I was at a talk by Greg Braden awhile back and asked him about positive/male and negative/female connection and role in energy. He didn't have much to say about it.

It's as if the most basic law -- attraction (+) and response (-) -- of the universe is unseen.

These two opposite forces have much to tell us about ourselves, our relationships and our world.

These two create energy fields so why are they not acknowledged?

What "mind" are we using that doesn't see the sacred parts creating vibrant energy fields called Life?

If anyone knows any authors or books that discuss this (+/-) enegetic dynamic please let me know.

Trish~~

Hi Trish,

If you "Google" this "(+/-) enegetic dynamic"
you get lots of it :) :

http://www.google.nl/search?sourceid=navclient&hl=nl&ie=UTF-8&rls=GGIH,GGIH:2006-50,GGIH:nl&q=the+%2b%2f%2d+energetic+dynamic

Love, Mieke

Thank you everyone for the comments.

Paulisoso> I haven' had the opporunity to read The Devine Matrix by Gregg Braden. I'll keep the book in mind. I agree with your comparison of the mind to electricity. But however one different would be that we living creatures act as a two way gate in he mind body continuum, as we have senses tha interact with the environment surrounding us thus giving a feed back to the mind, which in turn processes the informaion received and generate new knowledge, perhaps disseminated later through the 'Divine Matrix'.

Ruth> :) Probably an evidence to suggest that the matrix is not just an abstract concept but a reality????????

Patty> Yes.... the gaming industry has already turned its eye on the health market. My guess is there's a lot more to be explored and made use of in this area, like how we could make use of the agressiveness and hostiliy in games that you've been told about in a positive manner in the long run, to generate effective behaviour modifications in people with such behavioural tendencies.