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This is for all in the Community who enjoy and read this Thread. ♥

@pookie123,

You came when I needed a prayer. I will not forget it. Thank you. 🙂

Have a wonderful day an enjoy the flowers. ♥

Cherie♥

You have pretty flowers every night. ♥ Here is more to gaze at. ♥
Thank you for helping through a very difficult time. You have no idea
what I have been through. I know a lot of people in the Community are going through
something. By God’s Grace we will get through this.

@Deek,

You are always so kind I appreciate it that so much. Thank you for all your prayers you
do for everyone in the Community believe me it is appreciated. 🙂

Now where you are there are still flowers but ours will be gone by the weekend.

Last chance to see beautiful flowers before spring. ♥

@tamrick

I hope you are dong well. Have a nice Halloween weekend. 🙂

@loaf

Thinking of you too I know your hands are full Halloween will be here soon. ♥

@mcpoopoo,

I am thinking of you and I hope you are feeling well. ♥ We are a little chilly here in OZ!
This flower should brighten your day. ♥

How sweet you are.Each of you help my day too.

Sheba,Thank you for posting this.So true.I sent it to several of my friends.1 of them lost her family in a devastating home murder 2 yrs ago this month and no one has ever been arrested.

I knew this dear family and I know how it hurts me so I cannot even imagine her pain.Thank you again for the post.((((HUGS)))))))

Prayers for all that read here.

Sheba,You are making this Halloween season a delight with your stories.I copied several and sent to my hubby so he could enjoy them too.(((((((((HUGS)))))))))

Send Healing To Yourself

So often we are busy sending love and healing to others that we forget to send healing to ourself.

Most people, when given an opportunity to aid someone in need, are eager to do whatever they can to be of service. Those of us who have chosen to make healing the world a vocation are grateful for any occasion to send light and love to people in our immediate spheres of influence and beyond. As we apply our passion and our principles to this altruistic endeavor, we often forget to send ourselves the same bountiful gifts of wellness, though we ourselves may be in dire need of it. We overlook ourselves, not because we forget, but because we fear that focusing on the self is an indicator of selfishness. It is moreover much more difficult to heal oneself than to heal others because the seeds of uncertainty are more easily banished when we act on another’s behalf. When we send healing light to ourselves, it is important that our intentions and our self-trust be stronger than ever to counteract doubt.

As we bless ourselves in this way, we serve as both an active channel and a passive destination. This should not change the way we interact with the valuable energy we wish to receive, however. Though we may be tempted to consciously direct or influence the manner in which light impacts our lives because we know ourselves most intimately, we should not try to control its path. When we draw the white light of protection and purity to our bodies, taking it into ourselves with each inhalation, our belief in the fact that it will naturally move toward areas of dysfunction will ensure that it flows through every muscle and organ. And when we fill our spaces with this light, our environments are cleared of all the negative energy that can sap our strength and our spirit. Surrounded inside and out with healing light, we feel safe and protected, healthy, relaxed, and content just as those who regularly receive such loving gifts from us do.

If you sincerely believe that there is a part of yourself that exists independently of upset and illness, the love and light you send yourself will help you connect with it. You will see the affirmative impact of this connection almost immediately when you include yourself in the recipients of your healing gifts, as life’s frustrations become more tolerable and your bliss becomes ever more palpable.

“I Wanna Dance With Somebody” Whitney Houston

Huh, yeah, woo, hey yeah, huh
Ooh yeah, uh huh, yeah

I want to dance

Clock strikes upon the hour
And the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase my blues away
I’ve done alright up ’til now
It’s the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls
Loneliness calls

Oh! I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah! I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me

I’ve been in love and lost my senses
Spinning through the town
Sooner or later the fever ends
And I wind up feeling down
I need a man who’ll take a chance
On a love that burns hot enough to last
So when the night falls
My lonely heart calls

Somebody who somebody who…. somebody who loves me,
Somebody who somebody who… to hold me in his arms.
I need a man who’ll take a chance,
On a love that burns hot enough to last.
So when the night falls,
My lonely heart calls.

Uh-Huh
(Dance)
Common, baby
(Dance)
Woo, yeah
(Dance)
Now get with this, hahaha
Whoa, oh, oh

Don’t you wanna dance (dance) With me baby?
Don’t you wanna dance (dance) With me boy?
Don’t you wanna dance (dance) With me baby?

With somebody who loves me

Don’t you wanna dance?
Say you wanna dance?
Don’t you wanna dance?
(Dance)
Don’t you wanna dance?
Say you wanna dance?
Don’t you wanna dance?
(Dance)
Don’t you wanna dance?
Say you wanna dance…(Dance)
Uh-huh
With somebody who loves me

According to some historians, America’s first convicted female serial killer was a Charleston woman named Lavinia Fisher, who ran an inn called the Six Mile House with her husband John. Most of Lavinia’s victims were wealthy men traveling alone. She would offer her unfortunate guests a cup of poisoned tea, then direct them to a room with a specially designed trapdoor bed. When the ill man laid down, John pulled a lever and the guest fell into a pit below the house. There John would make sure the man was dead and relieve him of his valuables. The story goes that the couple was caught when a traveler—who hated tea but was too polite to decline Lavinia’s offer—poured his cup into a nearby plant and retreated to his room. As he sat at his desk that night, he was shocked to see his bed plunge into a pit. He ran out of the inn and told the police, who soon found the bodies of missing travelers buried nearby. The couple were hanged, and legend has it that Lavinia’s ghost still haunts her cell at Charleston’s Old Jail.

The Kuhn Cinema in Lebanon, Oregon is a relic of movie houses gone by—ornate and without the trappings of a generic multiplex. But preserving that kind of legacy isn’t without some risk: Legend has it that a theatergoer once plummeted from a second-floor balcony to her death. Now, her image can be allegedly be seen flickering on the screen, shocking patrons into spilling their sodas.