<?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-3970453697054675019</id><updated>2011-09-12T08:13:27.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivian Osal - Hypnotherapist, Akashic Record Consultant, Reiki Master/Teacher, Reconnective Healing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-1734974161008642491</id><published>2010-12-09T22:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:01:17.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree by Laura Crawford</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/TQGkpKvnyqI/AAAAAAAADMY/jxb_QorbFuc/s1600/the_tree_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/TQGkpKvnyqI/AAAAAAAADMY/jxb_QorbFuc/s400/the_tree_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548897243062848162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There is a tree on my street,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That is majestically beautiful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Its trunk is thick and warm,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;And although it is solitary and stationary &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;Somehow, it reminds me of a grandmother’s hug.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It illustrates the effects of time, wrinkles shown in the roughness of the bark. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lives transcribed in the gnarls of the body.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The type of beauty only wisdom and experience offer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The branches stretch out, tapering at the ends as if they were fingers trying to reach out to people. Absorbing whatever negativity it can and projecting all the love possible for a tree. The tree is trying to wake our hearts, the hearts that have become guarded to cope with the pain of past experience. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We do not speak the language of the trees, yet on any given day in any given mood I would approach that tree – the backdrop of the sky illuminating its presence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The wind blows, rustling the leaves as if to create a whisper. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There are no words, and yet I can feel the tree telling me something. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I can feel it in my soul. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What is it trying to tell me? This is not to be asked, for the question takes magic away from the experience. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The tree is suggesting only one thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Look inside. &lt;i&gt;Look&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt;. Look at the beauty, the light, the perfection that you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At that moment nothing else matters. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:108.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oneness. Connectedness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This beautiful, magnificent, wise old perfect being is trying to mirror you so that you may see. So that you may remember. &lt;b&gt;Remember who you are&lt;/b&gt;, and who you are meant to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This message, which even our most loved ones have not been able to communicate to us, is a gift to be applied to our lives. But is this the only reason the tree captivates our attention? No. This tree with its beautiful tapered branches, its elegant fall of leaves serves to teach us more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We all wear makeup or clothes or accessories to show who we are, or who we want to been seen as. Are we trying to draw attention to ourselves or trying to hide? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Perhaps both.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So this tree shows us more.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The branches and leaves were like waves of ringlets falling softly, framing and highlighting the beauty of the tree.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The natural beauty that few possess, or perhaps that few allow to be seen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The men came.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They chopped branches to stubs. They stripped her naked, removing her leaves and carelessly tossing her wood to the ground.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I was there. I saw it happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Feeling helpless I held back tears and sorrow for my beloved tree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And as the stoic beauty that she is, she allowed it to happen.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gave her wood and leaves to the men, allowing them to take what they wanted from her. Did she do this out of kindness, or a compassionate level of understanding? Maybe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;From this experience she is able to teach one more lesson before winter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Her message is available to anyone who looks, who truly &lt;i&gt;looks&lt;/i&gt; at her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At first glace it looks “ugly”. She is different than the others on the street. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She is wood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sharp-edged harsh wood.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But if you look closer you see that she is even more beautiful than before. By removing the makeup, the pruning, the leaves that shade her - you see her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Naked and strong. She allows her strength to be shown&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She does not ask, she does not take,&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:180.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She gives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She makes the best of her situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But most of all, she lives and she lives unapologetically.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now I can really see her wrinkles, see how wise she truly is.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can almost feel all that she has seen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The births,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The deaths,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The laughter,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:72.0pt;text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;They have become part of her and she wishes to share that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One day I will be that tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-1734974161008642491?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/1734974161008642491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2010/12/tree-by-laura-crawford.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/1734974161008642491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/1734974161008642491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2010/12/tree-by-laura-crawford.html' title='The Tree by Laura Crawford'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/TQGkpKvnyqI/AAAAAAAADMY/jxb_QorbFuc/s72-c/the_tree_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-7901683620911420767</id><published>2010-09-20T14:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:10:22.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Happy Pill”</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/TJer6_Qw2SI/AAAAAAAAC80/oJYwryBN4YU/s200/images_happypill.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519068898268338466" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;There are times we would do almost anything to find the ‘happy pill’, to instantly relieve the pain in our life. Fortunately, there is no ‘happy pill’. There are times that life requires us to go deeper, in order to see what is keeping us in the pain and separating us from joy. The list of issues that troubles us can feel endless, issues around our family, friends, intimate partners, financial issues, careers, weight etc. It can be overwhelming and particularly when there are a number of concerns we are suffering through at the same time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;In my 10 years of practice, I have learned there is a common thread that runs through most of the pain in our lives. Once we begin to peel away the reasons why we are not ‘happy’ with our lives we come to discover that at the source there is a disconnect between who we are or who we believe we are and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;who we wish to be&lt;/i&gt;. Coming to a place of happiness is ‘easier’, more fulfilling and with a quicker turnaround time when we recognize that as humans we are made up of body, mind and spirit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we align these parts of who we are, we can experience genuine progress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Copperplate Gothic Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#943634;mso-themecolor:accent2; mso-themeshade:191;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;"Come to peace with the past, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Copperplate Gothic Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#943634;mso-themecolor:accent2; mso-themeshade:191;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;live in the present, create your future"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Copperplate Gothic Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#943634;mso-themecolor:accent2; mso-themeshade:191;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:7.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Copperplate Gothic Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:#943634;mso-themecolor:accent2;mso-themeshade:191;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Vivian Osal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Copperplate Gothic Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#943634;mso-themecolor:accent2; mso-themeshade:191;mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;It is critical that we acknowledge where we are with a particular issue – the truth and nothing but the truth. That’s right, we may be able to fool others, but at the end of the day if we continue to fool ourselves we will miss out in the opportunity to honestly initiate positive life changing shifts. Once our starting point is identified we then can move into examining our beliefs and actions that actually support our current unhappy situation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This means that we then move into taking personal responsibility for our part in creating, supporting the discontent in our lives, by doing this we empower ourselves into taking responsibility for lasting change.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;The actual process is simple, bring awareness to thoughts, feelings and actions and ensure they are aligned with the person and life that we want to create. By being aware of how we experience and support the unhappiness in our life we are then able to set the wheels in motion to experience life as we desire it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, what I am talking about requires action, there isn’t a ‘quick fix’, there is always some process, journey that we must go through to experience the change we aspire to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can in this instant &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;choose&lt;/b&gt; to continue to feed &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;pain&lt;/i&gt; or we can in this moment cross over from that stagnant perception and choose &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Happiness&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;If we have been very emotionally connected to a life situation that has prevented us from achieving our hopes, it can be difficult to clearly see what our obstacles are and what is necessary for us to adjust in ourselves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is at this point where we may consider working with someone that will assist in sorting through the layers that have compounded our current predicament. A non-partial outsider, not emotionally connected to our particular situation can be the best possible guide to get assist us to become clear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-7901683620911420767?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/7901683620911420767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-pill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7901683620911420767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7901683620911420767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-pill.html' title='“Happy Pill”'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/TJer6_Qw2SI/AAAAAAAAC80/oJYwryBN4YU/s72-c/images_happypill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-7114974295182476552</id><published>2010-05-25T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:43:50.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Study Using Guided Imagery (Hypnosis) for Prenatal Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postshown" id="46273707014207336931"&gt;Researchers from  University Hospital Basel in Switzerland compared the immediate effects  of brief guided imagery and relaxation exercises - two active and one  passive 10-min relaxation technique - on prenatal stress in a  randomized, controlled trial with 39 healthy pregnant women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects  were assigned to one of two active relaxation techniques, progressive  muscle relaxation (PMR) or guided imagery (GI), or a passive relaxation  control condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measures were self-reported relaxation on a  visual analogue scale (VAS); the State Anxiety Inventory (STAI-S);  scores on the hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal (HPA) axis (cortisol and  ACTH); and sympathetic-adrenal-medullary (SAM) system activity  (norepinephrine and epinephrine). Additionally, measures were taken of  cardiovascular responses, such as heart rate, systolic and diastolic  blood pressure.  Scores were measured at four points before and after  the relaxation exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progressive  Muscle Relaxation and the control conditions were not as effective as  Guided Imagery,&lt;/span&gt; which was significantly more effective in  enhancing levels of relaxation.  Together with PMR, GI was associated  with a significant decrease in heart rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the groups,  passive as well as active relaxation procedures were associated with a  decline in endocrine measures except epinephrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data indicates  that guided imagery was especially effective in increasing self-reported  relaxation in pregnant women and reducing heart rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citation:   Urech C, Fink NS, Hoesli I, Wilhelm FH, Bitzer J, Alder J. Effects of  relaxation on psychobiological wellbeing during pregnancy: A randomized  controlled trial. Psychoneuroendocrinology. 2010 Apr 21. [Epub ahead of  print]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ....how about spreading the word about using hypnosis  for prenatal stress reduction !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-7114974295182476552?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/7114974295182476552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-study-using-guided-imagery-hypnosis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7114974295182476552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7114974295182476552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-study-using-guided-imagery-hypnosis.html' title='New Study Using Guided Imagery (Hypnosis) for Prenatal Stress'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-3143146529486280537</id><published>2010-03-03T15:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:31:39.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clearing</title><content type='html'>My body is showing signs of extreme fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;No choice but to continue moving through the heavy bush.&lt;br /&gt;The ground is unstable – I keep slipping, I look down at my feet – the mud has formed a second skin.&lt;br /&gt;Mind is racing…..then quiet …..jumping through different veils.&lt;br /&gt;I can see it all happening from the inside and I can see it all happening from the outside - shifting visions are keeping me safe.&lt;br /&gt;“Lead the men to safety, lead the men to safety, lead the men to safety, lead the men…..”&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired, on the move for four days.&lt;br /&gt;“I know where I am going………. where am I going?”&lt;br /&gt;I remember feeling hungry yesterday, today I don’t feel my body from my throat down.&lt;br /&gt;Heart racing loud, thundering in my ears ….. ohhhh delirious fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“STOP WALKING!”&lt;br /&gt;I look back, all the men are GONE!!&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are frantically scanning, I whisper, “where are they?”&lt;br /&gt;I scream and a jolt goes through my body …. I’m spinning …. then I’m back in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I sit on a trunk of a fallen tree.&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting quieter.&lt;br /&gt;I stare and in front of me is a clearing and I see it all…..&lt;br /&gt;The men, there were five of us, now only me.&lt;br /&gt;I look down at my chest and my clothes are splattered with blood, evidence, memory of the men killed around me.&lt;br /&gt;How did I survive?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I survive?&lt;br /&gt;I look at my hands, just two surface wounds already healing.&lt;br /&gt;The memories hit me like a waterfall and I drop to the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-3143146529486280537?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/3143146529486280537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2010/03/clearing-my-body-is-showing-signs-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/3143146529486280537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/3143146529486280537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2010/03/clearing-my-body-is-showing-signs-of.html' title='The Clearing'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-7665691847140457704</id><published>2009-12-14T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:13:30.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Your Truth</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I had a client, let’s call him David, contact me to make an hypnosis appointment, he shared that he had been in talk therapy for about a year and his therapist suggested he might try using hypnosis to stop his compulsion to lie. The habit of lying about small and big things was affecting his relationships, particularly the intimate relationships in his life. David had come to the end of his rope, ready to take responsibility and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was very excited to start working with David, he is the type of client that I want to see in my office – individuals who are sick and tired of being sick and tired with their situation and ready to CHANGE. During our pre-talk, I learned a bit about his family structure and an overview of his intimate relationships over the course of his life. There was a theme emerging, I didn't mention anything but I was very curious to see what would his subconscious mind show as the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guided David into the Ultra-Height® hypnosis state, taught to me by Gerald Kein. When I regressed him to the cause/beginning of his lying, there came forth this young voice, David as a little five year old boy. He lied to his mom about spending money on a toy from the change that was left over from the milk money, this was a very emotional experience for him. I guided the adult David to work with the little boy, comfort him and apologize to his mom. During this process he experienced the bad feelings that he felt for lying, but he also experienced the great pride when he went back and apologized to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a couple of years in the regression and David came to another major event where he lied to his mother again. He had been chasing the family dog inside the house and in the midst of running around David knocked over his mom's vase. When she confronted him, he blamed his dog of breaking the vase, but his mom was insistent, she knew that it was not the dog. He defended his position, even though he knew it was him who did it. Again, David experience the pain of the event and I guided him to speak to the seven year old and together go back to his mom and apologize and take full responsibility for what he did and for getting angry at her for not believing him. Once that event was resolved we moved forward in time again, this time David experienced being on the receiving end. His father lied to him about what had happened to the family dog. This was a deeply painful for David to experience this event, but he was able to recognize that all the lies that he had told were also very painful to the special people in his life. Once we finished the regression I spent time in direct suggestion and had him model truthful ways of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many powerful feelings during this session; once he was emerged he felt the tremendous weight that had lifted off his shoulders. David was radiating, smiling from ear to ear, he said he could feel something very different inside of his body and mind, a significant shift. He was so excited to leave my office and starting living his life from a place of pride, confidence, self-respect and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 16/09:&lt;br /&gt;Message received from client:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Vivian,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take the time to thank you for the session and services, you have helped me tremendously I feel I have a more positive outlook on life and I haven't had any urge to lie about anything. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;PS. it was also a great pleasure to meet you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-7665691847140457704?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/7665691847140457704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/12/live-your-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7665691847140457704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7665691847140457704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/12/live-your-truth.html' title='Live Your Truth'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-7718721106619346419</id><published>2009-08-11T15:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:59:18.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come and listen to the song of the sea . . .&lt;br /&gt;Freedom will be.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the proof to make it real . . .&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the song in your heart and it’s waves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;will ripple through your being of Love.&lt;br /&gt;Trust the simplicity of the grain of sand.&lt;br /&gt;Watch without talking.&lt;br /&gt;Listen without moving.&lt;br /&gt;Be in the I am That I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vivian Ösal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-7718721106619346419?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/7718721106619346419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/08/presence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7718721106619346419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7718721106619346419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/08/presence.html' title='Presence'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-7443451913325994216</id><published>2009-07-22T00:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:25:06.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uriel’s Gift for Miranda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Miranda had been very focused for the last couple of years on regaining her self worth after fleeing an extremely abusive relationship.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the past year that I have known her, I had seen an remarkable positive shift, yes her journey for periods of time were a constant uphill, but she didn’t allow herself to stay in those low moments for too long. Miranda was determined and kept her eye on her goal – heal herself so that she could once again be of service to others.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Miranda intention for her sessions was to clear.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/SmaV_JhzNVI/AAAAAAAACMI/csnPfxstxEA/s1600-h/uriel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361137318553138514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/SmaV_JhzNVI/AAAAAAAACMI/csnPfxstxEA/s200/uriel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was during Miranda’s second Reconnective Healing session that one of the most incredible physical manifestations that I have witnessed occurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shortly after I started the session I was given the message that Archangel Uriel was present in the room, I remember stopping what I was doing and I opened my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was strange, as if the room was filled with midst, cloudy – I looked around and everything in the room looked softer, all the angles were rounded and there was also a profound sense of calm and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I closed my eyes and continued with the session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I finished, I gently tapped Miranda’s shoulder and asked her to slowly open her eyes, I stood back from the table and leaned against my desk waiting. I shared with her the experience that I had with Uriel coming into the session and the feeling in the room, she was thrilled to hear of it. Miranda continued to talk and from the corner of my eye I caught sight of a feather on the ground in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I looked straight down, I could not believe my eyes - there was a large, fluffy 2-inch white feather in front of me – I bent down, picked it up and showed it to Miranda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We both stared at one another with big smiles – she told me that at the beginning of the session she had asked for a sign and this was IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Really, there was no explanation for the feather being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would have walked over it several times during the session, I would have seen it when I first walked into my office, my floors are dark and this was a large pure white feather. This feather did not appear on the floor &lt;/span&gt;until the end of the session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" face="verdana"&gt;This was a beautiful and confirming experience for both Miranda and I. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-7443451913325994216?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/7443451913325994216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/07/uriels-gift-for-miranda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7443451913325994216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/7443451913325994216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/07/uriels-gift-for-miranda.html' title='Uriel’s Gift for Miranda'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/SmaV_JhzNVI/AAAAAAAACMI/csnPfxstxEA/s72-c/uriel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-5727511423738544697</id><published>2009-07-21T13:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:50:46.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from Your Strength</title><content type='html'>Standing still while soaring through the vast planes.&lt;br /&gt;Listening, observing, breathing, smiling and loving.&lt;br /&gt;Heart centre leads, as I walk with brilliant Light.&lt;br /&gt;I am loved for who I Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivian Ösal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-5727511423738544697?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/5727511423738544697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/08/live-from-your-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/5727511423738544697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/5727511423738544697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/08/live-from-your-strength.html' title='Live from Your Strength'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970453697054675019.post-4784322353147552355</id><published>2009-07-19T21:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:04:19.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother, Eagle, White Cloud and Great Bull</title><content type='html'>I could not have imagined the experience that I had with Sarah during her Reiki sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/SmP3ByKnekI/AAAAAAAACL4/a3d2x5fOFzk/s1600-h/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/SmP3ByKnekI/AAAAAAAACL4/a3d2x5fOFzk/s320/eagle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360399591519255106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I walked over to the massage table and from out of nowhere an eagle was flying behind me, by the time that I reached the foot of the table he had landed on my shoulder – I was completely aware of his claws on my right shoulder. I felt as though I was out of my body, watching him fly – full wingspan and land on me…  I remember thinking “Oh, my gosh – this is awesome!”  The session begins, the vibrations are very strong, while I’m holding my hands at Sarah’s head another crystal clear impression comes through, its her grandmother, she is singing and very gently tapping a drum – I can see and hear her. The session runs for almost one hour, I vaguely remember moving around Sarah’s body, I know that I was there physically in the room, but the rest of me wasn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second Reiki session begins - I take a moment to ground myself and connect, instantly I feel the room “fill-up”, its as if hundreds of people have walked in.  I then feel a presence standing behind me and it “straightens” me up - straight spine, shoulders back and chin up.  I walk over to the table and the session begins. My hands hovered above Sarah’s eyes, there’s a sensation of intense throbbing. I then sat down and gently place my hands on top of her head, the throbbing continued. In my minds eye a man steps forward and tells me his name is White Cloud, we greet one another.  Then he asks if he can step in, I agree and in that instant my body experiences a powerful jolt, I open my eyes but Sarah doesn’t seem to notice.  The next moment that I remember, I am standing on her left side with my hands gently touching her shoulder and hand.  From my head down to my stomach I feel myself changing, my head is that of a bull, I am a bull … this sensation lasts for about 10 long seconds.  I am in awe!  The rest of session continues just like the first, I feel physically in the room, but the rest of me wasn’t.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970453697054675019-4784322353147552355?l=wwwosalca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/feeds/4784322353147552355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/07/grandmother-eagle-white-cloud-and-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/4784322353147552355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970453697054675019/posts/default/4784322353147552355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwosalca.blogspot.com/2009/07/grandmother-eagle-white-cloud-and-great.html' title='Grandmother, Eagle, White Cloud and Great Bull'/><author><name>Vivian Ösal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11152673570705502887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/Sltdwl2sQjI/AAAAAAAACKk/GYJI1wAsfQU/S220/vivian_osal_2009_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvDFDs_r5HE/SmP3ByKnekI/AAAAAAAACL4/a3d2x5fOFzk/s72-c/eagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
