Great Piece by Neil Donald Walsch's ????

You are living in a dream of your own creation. Let it be the dream of a lifetime, for that is exactly what it is.

Dream of a world in which the God and Goddess in you is never denied, and in which you never again deny the God and the Goddess in another. Let your greeting, both now and forevermore, be Namasté.

Dream of a world in which love is the answer to every question, the response to every situation, the experience in every moment.

Dream of a world in which Life, and that which supports Life, is the highest value, receives the highest honor, and has its highest expression.

Dream of a world in which freedom becomes the highest expression of Life, in which no one who claims to love another seeks to restrict another, and in which all are allowed to express the glory of their being in measure full and true.

Dream of a world in which equal opportunity is granted to all, equal resources are available to all, and equal dignity is accorded to all, so that all may experience equally the unequaled wonder of Life.

Dream of a world in which judgment is never again visited by one upon another, in which conditions are never laid down before love is offered, and in which fear is never again laid as a means of respect.

Dream of a world in which differences do not produce divisions, individual expression does not produce separation, and the greatness of the Whole is reflected in the greatness of its parts.

Dream of a world in which there is always enough, in which the simple gift of sharing leads to that awareness—and creates it, and in which every action supports it.

Dream of a world in which suffering is never again ignored, in which intolerance is never again expressed, and in which hatred is never again experienced by anyone.
Dream of a world in which ego is relinquished, in which Superiority is abolished, and in which Ignorance is eliminated from everyone's reality, reduced to the Illusion that it is.

Dream of a world in which mistakes lead not to shame, regrets lead not to guilt, and Judgment leads not to Condemnation.

Dream of these things, and more.

Do you choose them?

Then dream them into being.

With the might of your dreams, end the nightmare of your reality.

You can choose this.

Or, you can choose the Illusion.

I have said to you before, through the words of poets and leaders and philosophers: There are those who see things as they are and say, "Why?" And there are those who dream of things that never were and say, "Why not?"

What do you say?

Getting to Costa Rica

My first day of traveling was rather, adventures. My layover in FF Fl, began with a sandy grey hair man in a leather vest old enought to be my parent. I was sitting by the post waiting for my plane. I could feel his stare, burning through my skin. Meanwhile, darting my eyes over to the the food stand, a big women was wearing metalic pink spamdex pants, with sliver shoes that laced up the leg and a hot pink purse to match. I could not beleive, what a hitious sight to see.

Leather, Man let me know my plane was ready to bord.
Bording the plane, the flight attendant personal shared a kiss on the lips, and my heart skip as, this was a shock to me. When I got on the plane he was like, ¨we meet so soon again.¨

Stuck in a full plane, nothing was happening. No plane pèrsonalle infomred us as to what was going on. I sat, like everyone else, in a plane with all the power off. Waiting and waiting for over an hour. It was dam hot inside and the sweat rolling off of me.

Finally having enough of this waiting. I asked the flight attented people, why we were not going anywhere. There was an announcement, they said, that there was a chip in the wing and which was be fillied down. which, the truth was, nothing was ever anounnced.

After arrving in San Jose at the bus station, my Directo bus to Quepos was already full, meaning I would have to wait another hour for the collective. The collective makes stops along the way and take a few hours more then the Directo.


The ticket place for the bus refused to sell me a ticket, and a guy kept offering to take me to Quepos for $150 Aemrican.

Speaking not much Spanish, a velupsious women named Mary stood behind me waiting in line for the bus. I took out my change and she showed me how more I woull need for the bus. She helped me find a seat on the bus, which she sait with me and we have many long very conversation, with me not understand what ever they were about, we seemd to make do with hand lanauge and I shared My dired Mangos with her.

All this set me back about five hours and I arriived in the Mid evening to Quepos. Going out to get some food, but what more could happen. Powers goes out.... at the resturant..

Costa Rica

It is hot all the time and clothes never dry. Many things are very similar as to India, so I am not in shock. Money runs through your hands like water, and it is so dam expensive here. Trader Joe's looks cheaps and going shopping is worse then going to Whole Pay Check. It´s that expensive here. Nothing is affortable.

I went zip lining through the rain forest, seen a jelly fish, monkeys, several lizards and a strange animal that looks like a 30 lbs rabbit with short hair. A sloth. Plantains are very sweet here. The local drink servered with alcohol is very delicious.

The men.... The tour guys are full of puns, tons of them. Men are very forward here. The local people we were hanging out with, they saw us in the Car.. Chica, Pussy. The local women here, are not fun to date and are very borining in the bedroom... This is what I have been told. They drama ma ma's who like to fight.

Oppsite sex of friends kiss on the lips. Whoa. Even the airline people do it.


Everyone is very friendly here. Superhelpful, but spanish would be a skill to have.

There is a time limit.. Not much here for any creative writing... I wish the I was inspired to feel, see hear, touch, and smell costa Rica... Nothing comes to mind..... Seen it all before.....


The energy which I could feel right a way.. very peacful, calm... The first word that came to me was Simple...

The local income a year is 5,000 I was wonder how they live here as clothes and food are as much as America, if not much much more.....

Great Poem by Oriah Mountian Dreamer

These are two of my most favorite piece of writings. I hope that other will read then and pass them on.....

It doesn`t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart`s longing.

It doesn`t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

it doesn`t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life`s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn`t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul, if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it`s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon "YES"!!

It doesn`t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

it doesn`t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn`t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

My first blog

It has occred to me, that maybe it is time, I do a blog. I love writing passiontly and always find myself telling crazy stories and being a resoruce to people of the information and knowldge I do know.  At this current moment, I have no idea how this Blog site works. 

A little lost like always.