<?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-6563721425451278699</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:12:59.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Threshold</title><subtitle type='html'>Remember who you are,
Remember what you know.
Take a step in the Light direction...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Magus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06264973026965288488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFJXc8mX8_o/S2bW2FKcKyI/AAAAAAAACKc/g2f-cur7Lxk/S220/White_Wolf.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563721425451278699.post-5104727782710314357</id><published>2010-02-01T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:00:04.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time....</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that time seems to go faster as you get older? Ever wonder why? Remember when you were a child and the summer days used to last forever? Now they seem to pass in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this lately, as I get older, and I think I have it figured out. or at least a possible answer.&lt;br /&gt; It has to do with perception. There is an old saying that "what you focus on expands." If you are fearful, you bring more things to &lt;em&gt;scare&lt;/em&gt; you into your life. If you are loving, you bring more &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; into your life...etc. When we are young, we do not worry very much about the future or the past. We are very much "in the NOW". Focused on the present moments. With this focus, the "present" EXPANDS! Pushing out and elongating the time-line (assuming that time is linear, but that is another topic.) When we are adults, we spend much of our time focused on the past and future. Wasting our present moments. By focusing on the past and future, we expand them and "squeeze" the present. Considering that in reality (whatever THAT is) there is no past or future, that time is just a series of interconnected NOWS, this shortens the time-line. Making time seem to fly by. It would appear that if we really want to live l-o-n-g-e-r, we should be focused on our present moments. Be fully engaged in them, totally present in the present, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes used by Wayne Dyer is:&lt;br /&gt;"The past is over for all of us. The future is promised to none of us. That leaves us with only the present. How good are you at that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show up in your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, "Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well preserved body. But rather to slide in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming "Holy Shit! What a RIDE!!" - unknown author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563721425451278699-5104727782710314357?l=atthethreshold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/feeds/5104727782710314357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563721425451278699&amp;postID=5104727782710314357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default/5104727782710314357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default/5104727782710314357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/2010/02/time.html' title='Time....'/><author><name>Magus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06264973026965288488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFJXc8mX8_o/S2bW2FKcKyI/AAAAAAAACKc/g2f-cur7Lxk/S220/White_Wolf.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563721425451278699.post-6194681160207606870</id><published>2009-12-16T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:04:40.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick question...</title><content type='html'>So... What would you do, what would you try, if you knew you &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;not fail?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563721425451278699-6194681160207606870?l=atthethreshold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/feeds/6194681160207606870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563721425451278699&amp;postID=6194681160207606870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default/6194681160207606870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default/6194681160207606870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-question.html' title='Quick question...'/><author><name>Magus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06264973026965288488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFJXc8mX8_o/S2bW2FKcKyI/AAAAAAAACKc/g2f-cur7Lxk/S220/White_Wolf.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563721425451278699.post-3245099311714105005</id><published>2009-12-10T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:14:10.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been away so long. Life does get away from us (me). So much has changed in the past 2 years. But, then again, it has been said that change IS the only constant in the universe. (Boy, that's the kind of thing I wish &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; had said.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was a "high ranking" banker for the past 2 years and now I am not. So what I'm doing is; I am going to use this space to help myself, and anyone who wants to come along, try and find answers to some of the bigger questions I have on Life and the nature of reality (perception).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are all alone in our personal uni-verses. We filter all of our current experiences through our past experiences, so no one will or can see or feel the exact same way as you (I) do about anything that happens. There are many things that are out of our direct control, so the only thing we &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do is to control how we react to them. THIS is how we are the co-creators of our uni-verse in this post-manifested world we are living in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One of the realizations I have had is that it helps from time to time if you (I) take "inventory" of our feelings, emotions and perceptions. Do they still work for us? Is how we are reacting to something the way a person with our maturity and experience level should react? Or are we coming at a situation with the same mindset we did as an adolescent, or worse, a toddler? Does our response paradigm serve us and help us in life, or is it time to examine this paradigm and adjust it to our "selves"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Does it bring you closer to the "inner-peace" we seek? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is not a daily, weekly or monthly practice. It is a constant state of being. Ever diligent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sort of like sailing a boat. Plan your journey. Set your destination. Set your course. Check your position regularly. Course correct as needed. Arrive safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Till next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563721425451278699-3245099311714105005?l=atthethreshold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/feeds/3245099311714105005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563721425451278699&amp;postID=3245099311714105005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default/3245099311714105005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default/3245099311714105005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Magus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06264973026965288488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFJXc8mX8_o/S2bW2FKcKyI/AAAAAAAACKc/g2f-cur7Lxk/S220/White_Wolf.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563721425451278699.post-7226122306347581606</id><published>2007-03-24T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T07:28:01.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and so it begins.</title><content type='html'>So here is my place to begin and continue on to where I began. As Harry Chapin wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown&lt;br /&gt;The moon rolls through the night time&lt;br /&gt;Till the day break comes around&lt;br /&gt;All my life's a circle, but I can't tell you why&lt;br /&gt;The seasons spinning round again&lt;br /&gt;The years keep rolling by.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've been here before, I can't remember when&lt;br /&gt;But I got this funny feeling&lt;br /&gt;That we'll all be together again&lt;br /&gt;There's no straight lines that make up my life&lt;br /&gt;And all my roads have bends&lt;br /&gt;There's no clear cut beginnings, and so far no dead ends.&lt;br /&gt;I've found you a thousand times, I guess you've done the same&lt;br /&gt;But then we'll lose each other&lt;br /&gt;It's just like children's games&lt;br /&gt;As I see you here again, the thought runs through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Our friendships like a circle,&lt;br /&gt;Let's go round one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563721425451278699-7226122306347581606?l=atthethreshold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/feeds/7226122306347581606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563721425451278699&amp;postID=7226122306347581606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default/7226122306347581606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563721425451278699/posts/default/7226122306347581606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atthethreshold.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-so-it-begins.html' title='...and so it begins.'/><author><name>Magus Rex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06264973026965288488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YFJXc8mX8_o/S2bW2FKcKyI/AAAAAAAACKc/g2f-cur7Lxk/S220/White_Wolf.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
