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I relax into the silence, reconnect to my spiritual self and restore my human mind and body to a place of calmness and tranquility. It is in this place, One with Divine Source Energy, that I begin to know the Love that Spirit has for me. When I feel it, the sensation of wholeness is indescribable and undeniable. I absorb as much as my mind and heart can allow, and any earthly challenges I may be facing fade away. I am whole, healthy in all ways, and secure i…

Affirmation: I am an unlimited spark of the Divine, bursting into the flames of Love, peace, healing, compassion, prosperity, and spiritual understanding. As I focus on my connection to Infinite Energy, I visualize all these things for myself, for others, and for the world.

I now allow, acknowledge, accept and affirm that these things are so.

So far in this miniseries, we've discussed the importance of journaling and identifying uncomfortable feelings that rise up like icebergs in our lives for unknown reasons. We've also talked about how we block our own paths to resolving these unexpected emotions.

This week, now that we know the sources of our current upset, let's move forward into discovering answers for the difficult situations we've uncovered.

Most of us know, and have recommended to others, …

In last week's discussion, we talked about the dilemma of feeling dissatisfied in our lives, even when we're doing everything we know how to do, to have lives as full of happiness and joy as possible. We broke out our journals and wrote down what we could identify about the uneasiness we were feeling.

Let's examine now some of the impediments to fully dealing with our "dis-ease."

I may have written in my journal that someone else's actions, or even some of my …

There is a little house on a certain street that I walk by nearly everyday. The house has boards and plastic bags covering most of the windows. The front door is painted the same charcoal black as the plastic bags on the broken windows. The porch is a small stoop of dilapidated wood and broken planters holding dried withering blooms and green wandering weeds. On occasion, there is a man that sits there with his front door partially open. I try to see i…