LOVELIGHT

Magazine

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General managing editors: Adamaria Francis and Richard Shiningthunder Francis. Contributors to this edition: Maureen Dwyer, Pat Fields, Christine Finer, Sandi Grubb, Gene Janning, Linda Jung, Susan Smith, Geoffrey Stoemer,

LOVELIGHT notes

We at Lovelight magazine are always very happy to hear from you, our readers. In fact, you are the magazine! So, although we cannot pay for them, we do actively solicit small items of a positive, spiritual or semispiritual nature that will uplift, educate, and/or entertain our readers. Specifically, we are looking for small educational articles on various subjects related to psychospirituality, small miniparables (stories), small items of humor (no scatalogical or disrespectful humor), personal letters, small quotations of meaning, and related items. Please, we do ask that any submission be as error-free in spelling as possible, that it contain correct placement of commas, and that two full spaces divide sentences after each period. We look forward to hearing from you! Please send items to: rmfrancis@juno.com, and please send as straightforward emails, not as forwards or attachments. Thank you, and have a wonderful and Lovefilled life!

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FENG SHUI CORNER, sent in by Pat Fields

Plan a new view, surprise, or delight to be revealed at every step or turn

along a garden path. An aquarium or table top fountain in the office will activate your business and career success. Green or purple items in the prosperity area of your room or home can activate the wealth of the home's occupants. Unicorn statues on either side of your front entrance attract fortune and good luck. Light red, blue, or purple candles for fame, fortune, reputation, and happiness. The lowly lotus, growing out of filthy mud, is a symbol of purity in the Buddhist religion, and reigns supreme among cultivated plants in China. It is revered both for its exquisite beauty and for its many utilitarian uses.

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SYNERGY WITH FRIENDS

Starting this month and during every month to come for an indefinite time, we are doing some synergistic spiritual education work with Rebecca Brents. She publishes an ezine called ”Enchanted Spirit." To access this month's article, in her ezine, go to this URL: http://www.enchantedspirit.org

Special thanks to Christine Finer, who got us connected via email.

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LOVELETTERS FROM FRIENDS, BUDDIES, AND PALS

COLUMBUS "PNEUMARIUM" GROUP FOUNDED

We are excited and delighted to report that our good friend/sister Maribee has started up a Pneumarium Group in Columbus, Ohio! Here is what she had to say:

…The Columbus Pneumarium Group had its first meeting on September 12…. We read the preface of Francis' Falling in Love with Yourself, which inspired a lively discussion. Each of us had an opportunity to talk about what brought us to the group, and how, or whether, we envisioned a Higher Power. We then spent fifteen minutes in meditation. It always feels more powerful to meditate with others, and this time was no exception. The sense of community and openness was delightful.

We plan to meet every other Sunday from 10 AM until 11:30 AM. Everyone is welcome! Email: maribee2@columbus.rr.com or call 614-870-2220 for more information.

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From Christine Finer:

Thanks so-o much for the enjoyable Lovelight magazine.

as always, it was very uplifting.

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From Kirsten Rivers:

Very nice! Had to share. My son enjoyed and learned as well. Well, I'm off to do some more house cleaning, but this time the less ethereal kind!

love,

BEAUTIFUL SOUND, sent in by Maureen Dwyer

A man's car broke down as he drove past a monastery. He knocked on the front door.

A monk graciously invited him to spend the night. They led him to a tiny chamber in which to sleep. He was awakened by a strange, beautiful sound. The next morning, he asked about it. They said, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk." The man was disappointed, and left. During quiet moments afterward, the man pondered the alluring sound.

By several years later, the man's curiosity had turned to obsession. He decided to give up everything and become a monk if that was the only way to learn about the sound. Seventeen years later, he was a true monk. He again asked to be told about the sound. Silently, the old monk led the new monk to a huge wooden door. They passed through twelve doors, each more magnificent than the previous one. The new monk's face was awash with tears of joy as he finally beheld the wondrous source of the mysterious sound! But, I can't tell you what it was. You're not a monk!

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GOD IN THE CHILD, sent in by Susan Smith (Mooncat)

It was the hottest day of the dry season. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams had sunk back into the earth. The drought would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.

Severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon, we would
lose everything. On this day, I learned the true lesson of sharing Love.

I saw my six-year-old son Billy walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a young boy, but with a serious purpose. I could see only his back.

He was walking with great effort, trying to keep his arms as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. Moments later, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally, I followed him (being very careful not to be seen).

He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful
not to spill the water he held in them-- maybe two or three tablespoons. I sneaked close
as he went into the woods.

Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid
them. Then, I saw the most amazing sight: Several large deer
loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for
him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But
the buck did not threaten him. He didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And
I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration
and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped
in my beautiful boy's hands.

When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house; and I hid
behind a tree. I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had
shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to
creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift
"cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it became clear to me that the
trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before, the
lecture he had received about wasting water-- these were the reasons he
didn't ask me to help him.

It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood
up and began the trek back, I was there, in front of him. His little eyes just
filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said.

As he began his walk, I joined him with a small pot of water from the
kitchen sink. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away.
It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful
heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears
that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were joined by
other drops, and more drops, and still more! I looked up at the sky. It was as if
God were weeping with pride.

Some will say that this was just coincidence, that miracles don't really exist. It was bound to rain sometime.

And I can't argue with that. I'm not going to try. All that I can
say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm, just like the
actions of one little boy saved another being.

I don't know whether anyone will read this. But I had to write it, to honor
the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon, but not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned
body.

That's God!

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Have you ever been just sitting, and all of a sudden, you felt like doing
something nice for someone you care for? That's God.

Have you ever felt "down and out," and nobody seemed to be around for you to talk
to? That's God. God wants you to talk with God in your heart. Talk to the Love deep within your mind.

Have you ever been thinking about somebody whom you haven't seen in a long
time and then, suddenly, you see her, or receive a phone call from
her? That's God. There is no such thing as coincidence.

Have you ever been in a situation in which you had no clue as to how it was ever going to get better? But now, you can look back on it, and the solution is obvious. That's God. He/She carries us through troubles to see a brighter day!

Don't tell God (Love) how big your storm is; tell the storm how big your God (Love) is!

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Deep Peace and Many Blessings
Susan aka Mooncat - Love Is All You Need
Mooncat Creations - http://www.geocities.com/mooncat48/

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PAY IT FORWARD, sent in by Gene Janning

Here are four lessons to make you think about the way we treat people:

1. Cleaning Lady. In college, the professor gave a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.'"

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name.
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2.Always remember those who serve. In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.

"Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table; and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins.

"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table, and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier, and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. He couldn't have had the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
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3. Obstacles in our paths. In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a
roadway. Then he hid himself, and watched to see whether anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by, and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had
been. It contained many gold coins and a note from the King stating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand: Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

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4. Giving When it Counts. Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a
hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz, who was suffering from a rare &serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease, and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her
little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.

He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?"

Being young, he had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.

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Most importantly, Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been
hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching.
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WHICH WOLF DO YOU FEED? Sent in by Sandi Grubb

An old native American man told his grandson about a fight inside himself, between two wolves. One is evil: Anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.

The other is good: Joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

The grandson asked, "Which wolf wins?"
He simply replied, "The one I feed."

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LAUGHING UP A STORM: CHUCKLES, GROANS, SMILES, GIGGLES, AND MORE HUMORTHERAPY

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!

Two priests die at the same time. They meet Peter at the Golden gates. He checks the computer. He tells them that there is no room for them for one week. He then tells them that, since they were such good priests, they can go back to earth as anything they want for that week.

One priest asks, "will what we choose be held against us?"

Peter says, "No, it won't."

The first priest says, "I want to be an eagle soaring over the Rockies." Poof! He becomes an eagle.

The second one says, "I want to become a stud." Instantly, he is sent back to earth as a stud.

The week passes. God asks Peter to call them back. "Will there be a problem locating them?" God asks.

"No," replies Peter. "I can find the eagle easily enough. But the other one is a stud on a snow tire some where in a blizzard in South Dakota."

SIGNS OF THE TIMES: FUNNY SIGNS, sent in By Christine Finer

At a Santa Fe gas station: "We will sell gasoline to anyone in a glass container." And you still say that sentence-structure is not that important?***In a New York restaurant: "Customers who consider our waitresses uncivil ought to see the manager." She must be a real "godzilla"!***On the wall of a Baltimore estate: "Trespassers will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.--Sisters of Mercy"***On a long-established New Mexico dry cleaners: "38 years on the same spot." Out, damn' spot! It's a tough one!

***In a Los Angeles dance hall: "Good clean dancing every night but Sunday." That day reserved for "dirty dancing"!***In a Florida maternity ward: "No children allowed." Can you change your mind at the very last second?***In the offices of a loan company: "Ask about our plans for owning your home."***In a New York medical building: "Mental Health Prevention Center" The unspoken agenda of society: Help prevent mental health!***On a New York convalescent home: "For the sick and tired of the Episcopal Church." Count us in!***On a Maine shop: "Our motto is to give our customers the lowest possible prices, and workmanship." They usually do come together!***At a number of military bases: "Restricted to unauthorized personnel." Sounds as if the patients are running the asylum!***In the window of a Kentucky appliance store: "Don't kill your wife. Let our washing machine do the dirty work." I knew that laundry was tough…***In a funeral parlor: "Ask about our layaway plan." Something's sinister!***In a clothing store: "Wonderful bargains for men with 16 and 17 necks." You know, those extraterrestrialtypes!***In a Tacoma, Washington men's clothing store: "15 men's wool suits, $10. They won't last an hour!" In fact, they're unraveling as we speak!***On a shopping mall marquee: "Archery Tournament -- Ears pierced." Painful but great aim!***Outside a country shop: "We buy junk and sell antiques." Yours is junk; mine is antique.***In the window of an Oregon store: "Why go elsewhere and be cheated when you can come here?" Convenience is important in rip-offs!***In a Maine restaurant: "Open 7 days a week and weekends." Isn't that nine days a week?***In the vestry of a New England church: "Will the last person to leave please see that the perpetual light is extinguished?" It's only "relatively perpetual."***In a Pennsylvania cemetery: "Persons are prohibited from picking flowers from any but their own graves." Flower picking is killing me!***On the grounds of a public school: "No trespassing without permission."***On a Tennessee highway: "When this sign is under water, this road is impassable."

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EXHAUSTED MUTT, sent in by Christine Finer

A woman was in her back yard when an old, tired-looking dog wandered in. She could tell from his collar that he had a home. But when she walked into the house, he followed. He sauntered down the hall and fell asleep.

Later, the woman let him out. The next day he was back. He went to the hallway and slept. This continued for several weeks.

She pinned a note to his collar: "Your dog keeps napping in my house." The next day, he arrived with a different note: "We have ten kids. He's trying to get some sleep."

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BLESS THIS HORSE, sent in by Gene Janning

While he was at the track betting on the ponies and nearly losing

his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest. The guy stepped out onto the track and blessed a horse. Lo and behold, that horse won!

Mitch watched the priest before the next race. Sure enough, he placed a blessing on one of the horses.

Mitch made a beeline for the window and placed a small bet on the horse.

Again, it won the race.

Mitch collected his winnings and anxiously waited to see on which horse the

priest bestowed his blessing.

The priest blessed one, Mitch bet on it, and it won! Mitch was elated! The priest continued to bless one horse, and it always came in first. Mitch began to pull in some serious money, and knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He

made a quick stop at the atm, withdrew his savings, and awaited the priest's

blessing.

The priest stepped out onto the track and blessed one of the horses.

Mitch bet every cent, and watched the horse come in dead last.

Mitch was dumbfounded. He demanded, "What happened, Father? Now I've lost my

savings too, thanks to you!"

The priest nodded knowingly and said, "That's the problem with Protestants-- you

can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites."

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POLITICS AND CHICKENS MEET ON THE ROAD, sent in by Linda Jung

It is sometimes good to step back

and see where candidates stand on the important question of the day. Here it is:

Why did the chicken cross the road?***A: george bush-- We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road.

We just want to know whether the chicken is on our side of the road or not. And is there a way to get chicken-oil out of it?

The chicken is either against us or for us. There is no middle ground

Here.***John Kerry-- Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, things have changed, and I am now against allowing the chicken back to the other side, unless our

international allies agree to escort it.***Ralph Nader-- The chicken's habitat on the other side of the road had been polluted by unchecked industrial greed. The chicken did not reach the unspoiled habitat on the other side of the road because it had been crushed

by the wheels of a gas-guzzling SUV.***

Can you believe this? How much more of this

can Americans take? Chickens Crossing the Road, paid for by tax

dollars-- your money! This is the money that the government took from you to build a road for chickens to cross. Here are some more answers to the burning question: Martha Stewart-- No one called me to warn me which way that chicken

was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs

when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any

insider information.***Jerry Falwell-- Because the chicken was gay - isn't it obvious? Can't you people see the plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going

to the "other side." That's what they call it - the other side.

Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you

Will become gay too. I say we Boycott all chickens until we sort out this

abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless

phrases like "the other side."***Barbara Walters-- Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart-warming

story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to

accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.***Sigmund Freud-- The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.***Albert Einstein-- Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the

road move beneath the chicken?***Bill Clinton-- Define "chicken," "road," and "cross." I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. I have never seen that chicken, naked or otherwise.***Al Gore-- I invented the chicken!***Colonel Sanders-- Did I miss one?

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ACTING NUTS, sent in by Gene Janning

I needed a few days off; but I realized that I had run out of

vacation time. So, I figured that the best way to get the Boss to send me

home was to act a little crazy. I figured he'd think I was burning out, and

give me some time off.

So, I came in early, and began to hang upside down from the ceiling. One of my coworkers ( she's blonde) asked me what I was doing. "Shh," I said, "I'm acting crazy to get a few days off. I'm a light bulb."

A second later, the Boss walked by and asked me what I was doing. "I'm a light bulb!" I exclaimed.

"You're going crazy," he said. "Take a few days off." With that, I jumped down and walked out. My coworker started

following me, and the Boss asked where she was going.

"I can't work in the dark," she said.

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BRAN MUFFINS, sent in by Gene Janning

The couple was 85 years old, and had been married for sixty years. Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because they watched their pennies. Though not young, they were both in very good health. This was largely due to the wife's insistence on healthy foods and exercise, especially during the last decade of their lives. One day, though, their good health didn't help when they went on a rare vacation, and their plane crashed. They flew off to Heaven.

They reached the pearly gates, and St. Peter escorted them inside. He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath. A maid hanged their favorite clothes in the closet. They gasped in astonishment when he said, "Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now." The old man asked Peter how much all this was going to cost.

"Why, nothing," Peter replied, surprised. ”Remember, this is your reward in Heaven."

The formerly old man looked out the window and saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on Earth. " What are the greens fees?", grumbled he.

"This is heaven," St. Peter reminded him again. "You can play for free, every day."

Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet lunch, with every imaginable cuisine laid out before them, from soy-seafood to soy-steaks to exotic desserts, free flowing beverages and a fountain of champagne. " Don't even ask," said St. Peter, smiling at the man. "This is Heaven. It is all free for you to enjoy."

The formerly old man looked around. "Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods, and the decaffeinated tea?" he asked.

"That's the best part," St. Peter replied. "You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like, and you will never get fat or sick. This is Heaven!" The formerly old man kept at him: "No gym at which to work out?"

"Not unless you want to," was the answer.

"No testing my sugar or blood pressure or any of that?"

"Never again. All you do here is enjoy yourself."

The formerly old man glared at his wife and said, a half-smile on his lips, "You and your bran muffins. I could have been here ten years ago!"

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GENEROSITY OUT-OF-CONTROL, sent in by Gene Janning

A travel agent saw an older lady and gentleman peering yearningly in the shop window at

the posters showing glamorous destinations around the world. The agent had had a good week. And the dejected couple looking in the window gave him a rare feeling of generosity.

So, he called them into his office and said, "I know that on your pension you could never hope to have a holiday. So I am sending you off to a fabulous resort at my expense, and I won't take no for an answer."

He took them to the adjacent office, and asked his secretary to write two

flight tickets, and to book a room in a five star hotel. They, not surprisingly, gladly accepted, and were on their way.

About a month later, the little lady came in to his office.

"And how did you like your holiday?" he asked eagerly.

"The flight was exciting and the room was lovely," she said. "I've come to thank you. But, only one thing puzzled and bewildered me. Who was that old guy I had to share the room with?"

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NEW DRUGS FOR WOMEN, sent in by Sandi Grubb

damnitol- Take 2 and the rest of the world can go to hell for up to 8 hours.

St. Mom'swort-- Plant extract that treats mom's depression by rendering preschoolers

unconscious for up to two days

Emptynestrogen--Drug that eliminates melancholy and loneliness by reminding you of how awful they were as teenagers, and how you couldn't wait till they moved

out.

Peptobimbo-- Liquid silicone drink for single women. Two full cups swallowed before an

evening out increases breast size, decreases intelligence, and prevents

conception.

Dumberol-- When taken with Peptobimbo, can cause dangerously low IQ, resulting in

enjoyment of country music and pickup trucks.

Flipitor-- Increases life expectancy of commuters by controlling road rage and the urge

to flip off other drivers.

Menicillin-- Potent anti-boy-otic for older women. Increases resistance to such lethal

lines as, "You make me want to be a better person. Can we get naked now?"

Buyagra-- Injectable stimulant taken prior to shopping. Increases potency, duration,

and credit limit of spending spree.

Ass-Pirin-- Relieves headache caused by a man who can't remember your birthday,

anniversary or phone number.

Antitalksident-- A spray carried in a purse or wallet to be used on anyone too eager to share his life story with total strangers in elevators or on airplanes.

Nagamet-- When administered to a husband, provides the same irritation level as

nagging him all weekend, saving the wife the time and trouble of actually doing it.

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MEMORABLE WORDS OF WISDOM FROM GRAND-PA, sent in by Christine Finer

Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose egg, depends a lot on the kind of chick that he marries!***Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earnin' his salt, that he forgets his sugar.***Too many couples marry for better or for worse, but not for good.***If a man has enough horse sense to treat his wife like a thoroughbred, she will never turn into an old nag.***On anniversaries, the wise husband might forget details about the past-- but never the present.***A foolish husband says to his wife, "Honey, you stick to the washin', ironin', cookin', and scrubbin'. No wife of mine is gonna work."***The bonds of matrimony are a good investment, only when the interest is kept up.***Eventually most people reach a point when they stop lying about their age, and start bragging about it.***How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?***When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth, remember algebra.***One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.***Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.***If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at.

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LISTENING TO GOD, sent in by Geoffrey Stoemer

Our deepest hope Is that we learn to listen.
May we listen to one another in openness and mercy
May we listen to plants and animals in wonder and respect
May we listen to our own hearts in love and forgiveness
May we listen to God in quietness and awe.
And in this listening,
Which is boundless in its beauty,
May we find the wisdom to cooperate
With a healing spirit, a divine spirit,
Who beckons us into peace, community, and creativity.
We do not ask for a perfect world.
But we do ask for a better world.
We ask for deep listening.

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MISCELLANEA FROM THE NOSTALGIC PAST: HOW WELL DO YOU REMEMBER? Sent in by Christine Finer

(Answers below.)

1. After the Lone Ranger saved the day and rode off into the sunset, the grateful citizens would ask, "Who was that masked man?" Invariably, someone would answer, "I don't know, but he left this behind." "What did
he leave behind?_______________________

2. When the Beatles first came to the U.S. in early 1964, they appeared on the ______________________Show.

3. Get your kicks… (finish the phrase) _______________

4. The story you are about to see is true. The names have been changed… (complete the famous phrase)___________

5. In the jungle, the mighty jungle,… (complete the famous song-lyric),_________________________

6. After the twist, the mashed potato, and the Watusi, the "dance" where you went under a stick that was lowered as low as one could go was called the_________________________

7. N-E-S-T-L-E-S, Nestle's makes the very best, _______________

8. What takes a licking and keeps on ticking?__________________

9. Red Skeltons hobo character was ________________________. and he
>always ended his television show by saying, "Good night,
>and______________"

10. Some Americans who protested the Vietnam war did so by burning
their_________

11. The cute little car with the engine in the back and the trunk in the
front, was called the VW. What other names did it go
by?____________________&_____________________

12. We can remember the first satellite placed into orbit. The Russians
did it; it was called ______________

13. One of the big fads of the late 50's and 60's was a large plastic
ring that was twirled around the waist; it was called the ___________
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Answers:

1. The Lone Ranger left behind a silver bullet.
2. The Ed Sullivan show.
3. Route 66
4. to protect the innocent.
5, The Lion sleeps tonight.
6. The limbo
7. chocolate.
8. The Timex watch.

9 Freddy the freeloader, and "Good night, and may God Bless."
10. draft cards (the bra was also burned)

11. Beetle or Bug

12. sputnik
13. hoola-hoop

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SPIRITUAL QUOTABLE QUOTES

"When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless
craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the
mountain view."

-- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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"Blessed is he who carries within himself a God, an ideal, and obeys
it."

-- Louis Pasteur (1822-1895) French scientist

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"Remember that if the opportunities for great deeds should never come,
the opportunities for good deeds are renewed day by day. The thing
for us to long for is the goodness, not the glory."

-- F.W. Faber

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"A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory
fails."

-- Unknown

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LIKE UNTO A CHILD, sent in by Christine Finer

Feeling Old/young today?

Letter of Resignation

Good morning and please accept the following!

I hereby officially submit my resignation as an adult. I have decided that I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year old again.

I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and make pictures out of clouds.
I want to spend endless hours playing with toys & board games.

I want to return to a time when life was simple.

I want to return to when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes. But that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know. And you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy, because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair.

I want to believe that everyone is honest and good.

I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.

I want to live simple again.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, work stress, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, bills, saving cash register receipts, gossip, and illness.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, humankind, and making angels in the snow.

So, here are my checkbook, car keys, credit card bills, and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause............

Tag! You're it!
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ANNOUNCEMENT FOR SWEET CRITTERS

Hello All. Icon Sportswear is sponsoring a fund raising yard sale/adoption/sidewalk sale event for Sugar Bear Dog and Cat Rescue on Saturday November 13, 11am to 5pm, here at the store.

Icon Sportswear

4600 Smith Rd.

Next to Fitworks in Norwood

(The Old Movie Theatre at Central Parke)

We will have tables of items for sale, dogs and cats to show for adoption, and the store will donate all proceeds that day to Sugar Bear. I'm asking for your help in soliciting for donations to sell, and for you to show up that day in support. Can everyone please put the word out in your organizations, churches, jobs, bulletin boards, emails, etc.

Sugar Bear was formally established as a non-profit rescue/foster program by George and Kitty Meyer in Adams County in response to the need to protect dogs and cats from being shot by the local dog warden or killed in neighboring shelters. They are overwhelmed with animals in need of foster homes, vet bills for spaying and neutering, food bills, etc. I realize that all rescue organizations and their volunteers and supporters are overwhelmed with requests. And it seems that our burdens have only increased, but we're once again asking for your help.

All donations can be dropped off here at the store any time prior to Nov. 13th. Our store will be closing its doors shortly thereafter. So this really is our last hurrah! And I hope for Sugar Bear's sake, we sell out the store. I hope to see you all there-- that is you, your family, your friends, cousins, etc:) So please come! Buy a shirt, a knick-knack or, donate one and help us save more lives.

Thank you all so much, and please, please pass the word.

Gwen Tolliver

THE STRANGE, SCARY BOOK OF REVELATION

We are excited and delighted to report the publication, at last, of The Apocalypse of Love: Mystical Symbolism in Revelation. This is a thorough verse-by-verse commentary on the Book of Revelation, the final book of the Bible. This sacred text has probably driven more people loony than any other book in the history of religion.

It is incredible that its writer(s), scribing over nineteen centuries ago, was "really," "secretly" writing about the twenty-first century! If this had been the case, the text would have been completely worthless until the year twenty hundred.

The book is not about time, calendars, or geopolitics. It is not about the "end of the world." (In fact, that phrase is not found a single time in the entire book! Neither, for that matter, is the word "antichrist.")

"Apocalypse" does not mean the end of the world. It is a Greek noun, and means simply "revelation." So, an apocalypse of Love makes as much sense as a revealing of anything else, especially if it does truly come from God.

Revelation is an "allegory," a very popular form of writing-style, especially among mystics. An allegory is a story that uses symbols to mean other things. So, the various demons, wild beasts, dragons, and angels found in Revelation represent parts of your mind during the long story of your interior spiritual growth. So, Revelation is all about you!

To order this fascinating, captivating 436-page analysis, including a handy Glossary of Terms, order from: rmfrancis@juno.com (Publishing cost, your cost, is nine dollars.)

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