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You are, indeed, as the stars. You glow with the same intensity. Sparkle, shine, light the way, and brightly blaze as you are meant to do!
- Mishi McCoy
·٠•●♡ॐ♡●•٠·thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-6879316897617598922020-07-22T11:21:00.002-07:002020-12-02T10:59:09.794-08:00☆* Sparkle, Shine, Light the Way *☆<br />
"You are, indeed, as the stars. You glow with the same intensity. Sparkle, shine, light the way & brightly blaze as you are meant to do." -Mishi McCoy<br />
I am honored that Paula Abdul shared my quote in her tweet feed on Twitter! https://twitter.com/PaulaAbdul/status/1013884330723106818<br />
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<a href="https://twitter.com/PaulaAbdul/status/1013884330723106818"></a><a href="https://twitter.com/PaulaAbdul/status/1013884330723106818"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-9588482745600664572018-01-24T15:20:00.005-08:002020-12-03T11:51:59.350-08:00୧‿︵‿ Eye of the Needle ‿︵‿୨Going through the 'Eye of the Needle' required that I lay down my books of learning, my esteemed titles, my reputation, my gifts, my talents, my achievements, my loved ones....my life.... as I had known it.<br />
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And I bowed low, so low that I lay prostrate before the throne- empty, nothing and void of all that I had become. Twas then in one rapturous micro-moment that I felt a familiar hand from the other-worlds speaking, "Come and see all that is before you." -<br />
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Then I stood strong and bold and beheld....and though I had felt so small that my being could not fill a thimble, now I felt the limitlessness of my expansion and expression- the inexpressible joy that no tongue nor pen could describe.<br />
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There on the other side a of gate called Narrow and a way called Straight was all that I had laid down. And before me was a refection of myself in a celestial kingdom called Love.<br />
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Then I understood with crystalline vision and golden chords of Wisdom strumming the vibrant ribbons of my spirit that I have come to this earth willingly and of my own accord to fulfill one purpose.<br />
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And so it is with all of my brothers and sisters of humanity.... for it is not relevant nor imperative for any of us to understand another's journey, but to fulfill our own.<br />
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The kingdom of heaven is within and we are.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzv6GoVGxorkWOteZh3wbR-ep23GBMmWyKCgjpLtX0xgJLoAcJMraLjaB43Cuo-0KmujRV8DbWzjFp-4iihQiLzKkIKAf905BVXaVEnitFkpxY_8OcIuy9jEu0HnT0rCxlgTdXcKVKmcY/s1600/26907120_1577575785630563_1263258479434103956_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzv6GoVGxorkWOteZh3wbR-ep23GBMmWyKCgjpLtX0xgJLoAcJMraLjaB43Cuo-0KmujRV8DbWzjFp-4iihQiLzKkIKAf905BVXaVEnitFkpxY_8OcIuy9jEu0HnT0rCxlgTdXcKVKmcY/s320/26907120_1577575785630563_1263258479434103956_n.jpg" width="220" height="320" data-original-width="660" data-original-height="960" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-23988325028905565002018-01-24T15:11:00.006-08:002020-12-26T17:05:13.203-08:00彡 •ૐ To My Priestess Sisters ૐ • 彡 To my priestess sisters: the keepers of mysteries, the medicine women, the story keepers and story tellers, the holy magicians, the wild warriors, the original ones, the ones who carry the ancients within the marrow of your bones, the ones forged in the fires, the ones who have bathed in thier own blood, the heroines who wear thier scars as stars, the ones who give birth to their visions and dreams, the ones who weep and howl upon the holy altars, the avatars, the mothers, maidens and crones, the mystics, the oracles, the artists, the musicians, the virgins, the sensual and sexual, the women of our world- <br />
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I honor you. I stand for you and with you. I celebrate both your autonomy and our sisterhood of One. We are many. We are fierce. We are tender. We are the change agents and we are radically holding and clearing space for the bursting forth of the holy seeds of the collective conscience and consciousness. We are manifestors and flames of purification and transformation. We are living our lives in authenticity, vulnerability, transparency and unapologetically. We are committed to integrity, impeccability, accountability, responsibility and passionate love. <br />
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We are here on purpose, with purpose and give no energy to conformity, acceptance or approval. We are the daughters of the earth and the courageous of the cosmos. <br />
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Priestess, keep living your life passionately, raising the cosmic vibrations and lowering your standards for no one. You are brazenly blessed and a force of nature. Nurture yourself and one another. <br />
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You are a crystalline bridge between realms and uniting heaven and earth. You are a priestess and you are divinely <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXPLNMXr1LKvwJLrOdPIwFeFm4v4Dk-NCRcOKdPrFOggTmuIHwmiT_MhVKh3LcahuKGErSamwipJCtTk26ygPa0a71OQn5GRG9IE3Ksm3AkbJK25xicx1ZPQK-VoVWDA7_ujwxztn54o/s1600/24862447_1540737165981092_2605557332266502345_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXPLNMXr1LKvwJLrOdPIwFeFm4v4Dk-NCRcOKdPrFOggTmuIHwmiT_MhVKh3LcahuKGErSamwipJCtTk26ygPa0a71OQn5GRG9IE3Ksm3AkbJK25xicx1ZPQK-VoVWDA7_ujwxztn54o/s320/24862447_1540737165981092_2605557332266502345_n.jpg" width="232" height="320" data-original-width="696" data-original-height="960" /></a></div>anointed, appointed and unstoppable.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-51727600171051279612018-01-24T15:08:00.002-08:002020-12-02T11:09:52.742-08:00✧︵‿︵‿︵⊰ On the Edge ⊱‿︵‿︵‿✧"You offer your opinion of me and opinions can be most dangerous, especially based in judgment. Have I somehow failed to make it clear that it is to no effect to me of how you perceive me? Would you desire to drive me over the edge with your dark thoughts and snide intentions?<br />
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What a pretty mess I am. I have never denied it. This mess doesn't fear the edge. It is the edge, you see, where I dwell as a spinning top. Sometimes, in my clumsiness I tumble over the edge. I lose my breath as I descend and break upon the oceans jagged rocks.<br />
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I have no fear of being broken-wide open with my inwards exposed to the elements around me. Hovered over my own broken self, I cry....I sigh....I laugh. I laugh out loud and re-member why it is that I came to earth. I arrived to be broken, to be broken, to be broken-again and again.<br />
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But, oh, My Darlings, you see, I have grown accustomed - even fond of the brokeness. It is there, in the brokeness that I discover what I'm made of. I assure you, I am made of that which can not be destroyed.<br />
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I appreciate your consideration in attempting to shape me, change me, break me as to fit your comfy desire. I must refuse your offer. It just isn't enough for me to dwell in the little box and keep quiet. I came here to live-out-loud, to stand proud and take my rightful place. If my pace makes you uncomfortable, please do-move on."<br />
-Mishi McCoy<br />
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<b><b><i><i><strike><strike><blockquote><blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></strike></strike></i></i></b></b>This particular writing has been rejected by a few magazines. I received responses such as, "Is this a poem, prose, or what exactly?" and "Thank you for your beautiful writing, but I feel unsure that the readers will comprehend the point that you are attempting to make in this particular writing. It is, perhaps, a bit too esoteric for the average reader."<br />
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I share this expression from the deep, ancient well of my own Life force. I believe in your ability to 'get me' because it is your plight as well as mine. Even if this expression is considered esoteric or mystical, I believe in our ability to fully conceive and embrace the fact that we are all living as physical beings with our feet rooted in the ground of the earth plane and as spiritual beings with our hearts and heads in the celestial planes. We are all finding our balance on the tight rope between these realms.<br />
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Evelyn Hill eloquently stated, <blockquote>“In mysticism that love of truth which we saw as the beginning of all philosophy leaves the merely intellectual sphere, and takes on the assured aspect of a personal passion. Where the philosopher guesses and argues, the mystic lives and looks; and speaks, consequently, the disconcerting language of first-hand experience, not the neat dialectic of the schools. Hence whilst the Absolute of the metaphysicians remains a diagram —impersonal and unattainable—the Absolute of the mystics is lovable, attainable, alive.”<strike><strike><strike><i><i><i><b><b><b></b></b></b></i></i></i></strike></strike></strike></blockquote><br />
So, here is a shout out to the mystic in each of us and the disconcerting language of the messy, yet gloriously beautiful truth of being a spirit being having a human experience.<br />
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The vicissitudes I have experienced since entering the mortal portal have left a longing for deeper degrees of perfection. I must return to the sea of quickening virtue and superior Spirit before dwelling again on land. A fountain has opened in the desert of my dry and thirsty soul.<br />
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My spirit doesn't thrive in murky, muddied waters of the earth and so I return to the fair ocean of Love, where sweet Sophia swims with me in deep. I won't return with empty hands, but with flowing, everlasting crystalline. The abyssal chambers of my soul burst with sweet life force exploding into the zenith of celestial beings.<br />
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They sing my name in their own divine tongue. I hear the echoes of a thousand choirs of joyful voices resounding in perfect pitch. My heart joins with them in remembrance and longing of my place among them. I once sang the songs of eternal jubilee; they are forever etched into my heart. I surrendered them for songs of sorrow in my chosen human form.<br />
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Sophia, encapsulating Wisdom, reminds me that through the ballads of human affliction the celestial beings are moved in passionate, tear- intoxicating dance. I see them gliding across the celestial floors as stars lighting the darkened earthen skies. Oh, yes, my soul is at rest. I understand that we are all ineffably positioned throughout the Cosmos to dance the all encompassing emotional Tango of mystery, love and life.<br />
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I return to my place among humanity rejuvenated, invigorated, and intoxicated with overflowing hands and heart of infinite bliss. I am sustained until deeper degrees of perfection weigh me down to raise me up again. It is the inexpressible, bittersweet plight of a supernatural being experiencing a human life! <br />
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copyright 2015 Mishi McCoy. All rights reserved. No part of this writing may be stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.<b><b><b><b><b><b><i><i><strike><strike></strike></strike></i></i></b></b></b></b></b></b><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-88755875097548861542017-03-04T02:17:00.002-08:002017-03-04T02:22:22.193-08:00Look for my Featured articles in OM Times Magazine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7Cz5c2YRD4UPhbwXHBktZzf1n0CvwUD19DBr5Q9lMDDFuYaJ1pG42VMo6EI4SfTQnEe62i6aK09CxPvPE9ISyMhuAzF8SyIXiMxQOS5aliIeydQ2tdjd1F_vNQV6bK-7AX6x85-ixCE/s1600/20170222_021138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7Cz5c2YRD4UPhbwXHBktZzf1n0CvwUD19DBr5Q9lMDDFuYaJ1pG42VMo6EI4SfTQnEe62i6aK09CxPvPE9ISyMhuAzF8SyIXiMxQOS5aliIeydQ2tdjd1F_vNQV6bK-7AX6x85-ixCE/s320/20170222_021138.jpg" width="255" height="320" /></a></div><br />
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http://omtimes.com/2015/10/when-the-fairy-tale-is-over/<br />
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When you love yourself and treat your self in a way that honors the divine being that you are then you can't help but love others as well. It's different though and I will tell you why. Self love is health love and while it feels affirming to receive love from others, without self love you leave yourself at the mercy of everyone around you. It sets you up for dis-ease.<br />
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When you truly possess self love then you are able to love others from a vibrant state of being that is ever flowing, brightly glowing and one that feels natural. This revelation, transformation and evolution need not be a long process. You have been in a relationship with yourself since your first breath. Now, you only need to acknowledge that you have someone who really desires your you-ness and that someone is the one reading this. ~ xoxo Mishi<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-91263187424360211062016-07-31T13:57:00.000-07:002016-07-31T14:15:12.111-07:00The Fairy Tale Myth That Robs Us of Love<span style="color: black;">Featured article (click on title)- </span><a href="http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/06/the-fairy-tale-myth-that-robs-us-of-love/">http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/06/the-fairy-tale-myth-that-robs-us-of-love/</a><br />
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<div><span style="color: black;">"A man can’t save you, women. You have to save yourselves."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwY6EPqWqMLaZlpoCjMnky7a9FuasP1MkA0PWMq2MQ3BPOz_-X6ZSfJKub687GZ6GLg1Y0UcbfslN-hBug0vR3yxAUws0Rq_eDc7kbbLIyt8emGQWpi8pR2ahKJWTz8HIOxbY3QU3UY70/s1600/563229_472045586183594_916893614_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwY6EPqWqMLaZlpoCjMnky7a9FuasP1MkA0PWMq2MQ3BPOz_-X6ZSfJKub687GZ6GLg1Y0UcbfslN-hBug0vR3yxAUws0Rq_eDc7kbbLIyt8emGQWpi8pR2ahKJWTz8HIOxbY3QU3UY70/s320/563229_472045586183594_916893614_n.jpg" width="320" height="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-44040124384942850722016-04-06T17:14:00.001-07:002016-04-06T18:56:32.876-07:00ღೋღ Love is....Heart to HeartI hope you will join me on my Facebook page, The Lovely Knowing <br />
Mishi McCoy.jpeg<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e256V936L9XvxJcTkr-gB2JsFgAr3fvMiZ3PoRTDHwxdnYaGNSHh0GuLLLjpTFxYagAd9vOB6XWZ47TmI2xEgIvJnYsz2bK4C_N2QVGoobqro6tDrEBft2n_FTYhCO9lHTmn-8cULvQ/s1600/12115710_923066737748141_6497329328122780291_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7e256V936L9XvxJcTkr-gB2JsFgAr3fvMiZ3PoRTDHwxdnYaGNSHh0GuLLLjpTFxYagAd9vOB6XWZ47TmI2xEgIvJnYsz2bK4C_N2QVGoobqro6tDrEBft2n_FTYhCO9lHTmn-8cULvQ/s400/12115710_923066737748141_6497329328122780291_n.jpg" /></a></div>Love is Heart to Heart<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-70089653312162027322016-04-06T15:15:00.000-07:002016-04-06T18:56:55.688-07:00Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Look For My Featured Poem at Elephant Journal Magazine<span style="color: black;">Featured poem (click on title)</span> - <a href="http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/06/she-is-wild-woman-poem/">She is Wild Woman</a><br />
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<span id="goog_31588610" style="color: black;">"</span><span id="goog_31588610" style="color: black;">She is not predictable, controllable nor the people pleasing kind.<br />
That’s why she is called wild woman and can never be defined."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-57529792214738242342015-12-06T22:48:00.000-08:002016-04-06T14:32:34.824-07:00Standing Upon the Precipice of Power<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black;">As we stand upon the precipice of power, we possess a deep internal knowing of the authority from which our power has been given. It matters not what one chooses to call it; it has no label or title that words alone can define. It is both noun and verb. It is both song and poem. It is both vessel and instrument. It is both light and darkness. It is both masculine and feminine. It is both Life and Love. It is the scales of balance and we its fulcrum.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">If you find yourself living from the holy of holies in the temple of your own being then you are in great company of a excellent host of human angels awakened to a call that brings both rest and restlessness. You feel yourself in quietness and stillness, yet you long for something deeper, something higher, something darker, and something brighter. You possess ardor to know the mystery and be the mystery that fills you, yet keeps you longing for more. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">You no longer search for meaning within the great paradox of life, but rather realize that you are the great paradox of life. You feel within yourself the reality that you are the one the world has been looking for. It matters not that you are seen, but rather that the intentions you have set in motion be manifested and your answered prayers be the evidence of glory that is revealed. You understand that glory is given to no man or woman alone, no creature or creation alone. It is both given and received to the Divine celestial body of which you are both in entirety and in part. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">As you stand upon this precipice, stand strong with courage and boldness. Stand also with humility and grace. As the veil is lifted and the mists give way to Brilliance, you will behold that which has be-held you. You are powerful beyond measure. Know your Self and you will be most intimate with the authority given you. It is Love and from Love you can never be separated. To believe so is an illusion and is the greatest ill-u-sin of all. - Mishi McCoy</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> <span style="color: black;">How many of us, even as adults are consoled by the childhood lullaby, </span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: black;">“Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are”? How many of us still sing it with childlike wonder and curiosity, but actually have mysteriously known the answer all along? We just didn’t know how to show or prove how we, by sweet intuition, knew that we knew. As a result, we have remained forever in love with the stars.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="color: black;"> Have you ever wondered why it is that we, as humans are drawn to look into the night sky and fall under hypnotic wonder as we gaze at the stars? Is it because we feel as we observe the stars that we not only experience a calming sense of wonder and awe, but that it is something deeper? Is it possible that we sense a kindred feeling of ancient loved ones in these atoms made up of the same particles as we are? <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p><span style="color: black;"> </span></o:p></div><span style="color: black;"> Often, as we examine the stars, they feel too far out of reach, yet we aren’t able to deny the sense of being touched by them in an intimate way beyond description. Isn’t it true that as we set our sight intently upon a star, it gazes right back at us in acknowledgement and recognition of us as well? To set our sights upon the stars is a feeling of being at home. It is a knowing that we belong to them and they to us.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p><span style="color: black;"> </span></o:p></div><span style="color: black;"> Have you considered that for eons, traced backed to the ancients, that we have studied the stars and their alignments, known as constellations for answers, direction, purpose and guidance? Even now in the study of astrology, we seek answers, knowledge and understanding in the alignment of the wisdom of the stars and planets. Many of us daily check our horoscope to see what our future holds in areas of our relationships, moods and finances. It has been quite common to check Astrology to find out what the heck is causing all the upheaval when Mercury is in retrograde. It is as if once we have confirmation that Mercury is in retrograde, we somehow feel a sense of relief to know there is some order to the chaos. As soon as Mercury leaves retrograde, we believe that life will return to some sense of normalcy. We hold a belief in their power as it relates to us.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p><span style="color: black;"> </span></o:p></div><span style="color: black;"> <span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"> Chris Impey, professor of astronomy at the University of Arizona stated, "It's a well-tested theory, we know that stars make heavy elements, and late in their lives, they eject gas into the medium between stars so it can be part of subsequent stars and planets (and people)</span></span><a href="file:///C:/Users/Dell/Documents/We%20shine%20with%20our%20own%20light.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="StyleFootnoteReference14pt"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="StyleFootnoteReference14pt"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: black;">[1]</span></span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><span style="color: black;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">" This definitely adds new light to Neil deGrasse Tyson’s words,</span><span lang="EN" style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia;"> </span><span style="color: #181818;">“The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust</span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia;">.</span></span><a href="file:///C:/Users/Dell/Documents/We%20shine%20with%20our%20own%20light.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2;" title=""><span class="StyleFootnoteReference14pt"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="StyleFootnoteReference14pt"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: black;">[2]</span></span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: black;">” In so saying, our brilliance is not allegorical; it is reality.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><o:p><span style="color: black;"> </span></o:p></div><span style="color: black;"> Carl Sagan, <span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">American astronomer, cosmologist, science popularizer, astrobiologist, author, astrophysicist, and science communicator in astronomy and other natural sciences made a stellar contribution to verify this enlightening fact. He stated, "We are a way for the universe to know itself. Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return. And we can, because the cosmos is also within us. We're made of star stuff</span></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: black;">.<a href="file:///C:/Users/Dell/Documents/We%20shine%20with%20our%20own%20light.doc#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3;" title=""><span class="StyleFootnoteReference14pt"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="StyleFootnoteReference14pt"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: black;">[3]</span></span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>"<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p><span style="color: black;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="color: black;"> </span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: black;"> The next time that you find yourself surrounded by darkness, I do hope that you will consider that </span></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: black;">you need not necessarily look to the night skies in search of a guiding star to offer hope. You don’t essentially have to depend on a shooting star as a prospect or token that you’re now able to make a wish that may actually stand a chance of coming to pass. I'm not saying these gestures hold empty promise; I'm saying we share the power of their potential and the potential of their power.</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="color: black;"> </span><span style="color: black;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"> I encourage you to remember that you are indeed as the stars. You glow with the same intensity. The answers that you seek outside of yourself may very well be found within the cosmic intelligence inside you. Go ahead; show the world what you are made of! Sparkle, shine, light the way, and brightly blaze as you are meant to do.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p><span style="color: black;"> </span></o:p></span></div><span style="color: black;"> <span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"> We sang the song as children of the mystery that we hoped to one day comprehend and now, at last, we know the answer. We too are twinkling stars like diamonds in the sky. We have the ability to recognize our own brilliance. We possess the same potential to light the darkest night skies. We shouldn’t deny ourselves the joyful, peaceful delight in continuing to look up at the glorious starlit sky. One simply cannot deny its beauty, but I insist that as you do, remember that you too are a star, a supernova. You emit a magnificent intensity of your own. Not only can you look up, you can look within and be astonished at the glory and splendor of your own being. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"> You shine with your own light. Let it shine! Let it shine! Let it shine!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">“This is just temporary!” These are the specific words that held me together and gave me the ability to believe in a creative miracle for my youngest son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had been the victim of a gunshot wound to his head. He now lay in a coma, after a long and difficult six hour operation on his brain. Half of his skull, the bullet, three large hematomas and skull fragments were all surgically removed. He was hanging in the balance between life and death. He was on life support, but diagnosed as clinically dead with out life support and diagnosed brain dead as well. The neurosurgeon had not given us any hope. This was a most arduous thing to hear, much less to embrace as our reality.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 27.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">I knew in my spirit that I must make a decision, not only to believe in a more earnest desired and expected outcome, but to firmly hold to that expectation in my heart. As I walked into the cubicle in which my son was resting, I was shocked and taken back at his condition. I was not prepared for what I was witnessing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although half of his skull was missing, one could not tell for the immense swelling that had morphed his head to three times its normal size. Sixty-eight staples held his shattered skull together, while tubes and shunts protruded from his broken cranium. There was dry blood in his ear and his left eye was swollen the size of a golf ball. He appeared lifeless. </span></div><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 27.0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt my emotions rise, my heart felt as though it were wrenched with horrific pain and I had to choose not to give in to my emotions and completely fall apart. In that moment, I asked for Divine Guidance and the words that I desperately needed to see beyond this tragedy. I asked for a token of hope to see an expected end of joy and miraculous recovery. “This is temporary!” Those were the words that arose from my inner most being and boldly flowed from my lips. To even speak them increased my faith and elevated my spirits.</span></span></div><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">In the six long agonizing days and nights that my son lay in a coma, his condition did not improve. In fact, there were a few times that his condition worsened and became potentially less hopeful as far as medical evidence provided. It is true that there were moments of anguish, tears and utter desperation, but to hold on to hope, regardless of the physical evidence before us only moved my faith in a more accelerated rate. I refused to believe that my son would not live and recover to his fullest potential. Hope had become the hand of the friend that I held on to firmly and I refused to let go.</span></div><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">Seven days from the day my son had received an extensive traumatic injury to his head, the miracle that my family and I had believed for came to pass. My son woke up from his coma and moved toward rehabilitation. My son, who was given no hope of living a normal life upon survival and despite complete paralysis to the entire right side of his body is now enjoying a vibrant life as a husband and father to four beautiful sons. He does all the activities that the physician said that he would never be able to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a matter of fact, the parts of his brain that control specific abilities were destroyed or removed and in spite of that, still he is able to carry out these abilities. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Reading</st1:city></st1:place>, writing, verbal cognition and communication are among them. With determination and hard work, he has recovered his life and is a testimony of miracles coming to pass. He is proof of the miracle of resilience of the human spirit and Divine intervention.</span></div><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";">I am most grateful for the skill and wisdom of the medical staff, as well as the great leaps of applications in conventional medicine. They definitely made a magnanimous difference to my son’s quality of health. They were imperative to sustain him to the state of being in which he could recover. I am also humbly and joyfully grateful for the empowerment of choosing to believe, hold on to hope and envision a thriving future for ourselves and the ones we love. It is true; most medicine does come in a bottle. There is however, some medicine that can only come through love, faith and hope. It comes from our Source, from our life force within. We can all benefit from this wonderful medicine daily and administer as often as needed.</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "calibri";"> All medicine does not come in a bottle. My son is proof of the power of Love.</span></div><span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
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in which some darkness falls, there is still the ability to see light all
around us. When you see your brothers and sisters of humanity and cannot see
their beauty immediately through the sparkle in their eyes, please, Loved Ones,
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: black;"> Perhaps, their sparkle has been darkened
through an unspoken pain. Perhaps their trauma is buried so deep within their
psyche that their seed of sadness lies dead in a grave without a marker.
Perhaps their pain is not one in which they feel the freedom or comfort to
share with another living soul. Just remember, part of the common bond of
humanity is the scrape of affliction that we all, at sometime, have suffered. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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restoration, don’t glance blindly at those hurting around you. Instead, bolster
your resolve to help restore hope to those who find themselves depleted. A kind
word, a sincere compliment, taking time to listen, lifting a heartfelt prayer,
a smile and so many other tokens and gestures of Love are the differences we
can make in one another's lives. If you notice the lack of living luster in
another don’t turn a blind eye to it. You have noticed for a reason.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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those in which you notice this loss of vitality. We each possess the ability to
intentionally speak words of life, love and healing into one another’s lives,
if even from the silent depths of our souls. Never underestimate the powerful
miracle of a heart filled with loving motive, especially one that devotes
attention and intention to the well being of another. We are capable of
imparting life to others. Creative miracles flow from creative vessels and love
sent is never lost. Love will always make a difference.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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vast ocean. I would rather drown in the depths of Love than splash around on
the shore of complacency. Every moment in which you recognize another’s pain is
a call for you to fulfill part of your soul’s purpose. To assist another is an
opportunity to be Love that heals the world. Oh, and did I mention that you
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLovelyKnowing</div>thelovelyknowinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05558009304690069449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917588200419204392.post-61775376614091991652015-06-27T21:52:00.001-07:002016-03-06T00:57:27.252-08:00Love and Marriage (Featured in OM Times Magazine)<span style="color: black;">The startling adaptability that some people have to be so cruelly self centered sends a chill through my naturally warm heart. I have come to observe that people such as these are blinded by their own darkness, yet believe they are the light in which any man or woman would be so fortunate to spend their lives with. I propose that there are those whom seek to be loved yet remain completely satisfied, comfortable and ignorant to the fact that they, themselves are incapable of giving the exhausting love in which they demand </span><span style="color: black;">or desire.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Have we recently arrived in an age where people are completely obliviously to the need of following the infallible internal guide concerning matters of the heart or has this been going on since the beginning of time<span style="color: black;">?</span> In regards to love and time, I realize that there are as many degrees of love as there are moments in time, but I must insist that the time to adjust the scales of love has arrived. If we are to stand a snowballs chance in hell of this generation and generations to come knowing the holiness of two sacred souls uniting in cobalt blue rays of eternal love, then love must be reevaluated, refined and redefined.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Too often, we grievously discover that the person we have set our affections upon was nothing more than a creature and figment of our imagination. Why is it that we are so apt to dwell on a person who is a stranger to us? Is it because we are so desperate to be in relationship that we do not take the time to get to know them? We do not spend the time and invest the opportunities for experiences to provide ourselves the sacred security of lasting love. Is it not something we feel we can afford? Is there not a higher price to pay in these relationships if we aren't willing to ensure that who we are as a precious being is aligning ourselves with another, a partner that has as much value as we do? Even more importantly, is this potential partner as committed as we are?</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I am often ask by couples to officiate their wedding ceremonies. I am always honored and willing to be part of such a holy union. The thing is, when I begin to ask the questions that I feel are important in the union of this holy contract, it is very seldom that I witness the sincerity or certainty of both individuals that I am counseling. I have come to the ultimate decision of my heart's conscience that if one or both parties desiring to enter marriage do not possess the requirements of pure passionate potential then I decline, but not regretfully so. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Tis a sad and grueling process to devote yourself to someone only to discover that you never truly knew the person as you thought you did. Even more sadly, after any given length of time to find out the hard way that promises are easier made than kept, hearts are easier broken than mended and shattered trust will cause you to never want to know the real person you thought you knew and loved to begin with. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Jaded and jilted are simply not the happy ever after's that we are truly desiring. Microwave relationships have little to no nutritional value where matters of the heart, soul and spirit are concerned. Love is like fine wine. Give it time. Taste to see if it is good. Taste to see if it truly has the ability to intoxicate you beyond a few years of one night stands. True love will stand the tests of time. It is not time wasted, but time invested that yields the greatest quality of relationship. Even greater, it yields the security of quantity of affordable time. Time well spent is time well rewarded. You are worth the wait. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">There are marriages that lack commitment. The goal is commitment. Two people committed and meaning it are two souls that shall indeed become One. That's my nickel's worth of wisdom. I believe it to be a shiny nickel's worth.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"> Before I could utter a word, she had discerned my every thought. Without breaking her natural stride, she chuckled and spoke to me, "Child, do you not understand my strength, my courage and my wisdom? Do you not remember that I have walked these dangerous lands and many other perilous terrains before? Do you not remember that I have carried you upon my back a thousand moons before this one? Have you forgotten that you nursed and were nourished with life sustaining milk from my breasts? Do you not recall the numerous times that I have visited you in your dreams and my presence sustaining you through your most difficult and darkest seasons? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is me that has celebrated with dance as you recognized the beauty and force of your own Divine greatness of soul. Never underestimate the strength and wisdom of the Crone. Let not my appearance fool you. I have showed up in many disguises. My life force never wanes; it only waxes strong. Do you not recognize me? I AM YOU.” </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"> As she vanished, I recall the feeling of a deep inner void, a soulful yearning being fulfilled. Though I could no longer see her with my natural eyes, I would forever have her essence, her presence and her vehement passion etched into my psyche. Together, she and I became the crone. Together, we became every wild woman that was, that is and is to come.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">BigNews.Biz - Jan 01,2012 - by Fran Briggs</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">No matter what you may have heard to the contrary, certain things just cannot be assumed, such as our inner gift called intuition. It's either acknowledged and developed, or it's not.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">The arrival of ordained Interfaith Minister and Visionary, Mishi McCoy's latest book, 'The Lovely Knowing' (Create Space, 2011), leads her readers to re-examine whatever assumptions they may have had about their respective gifts of intuition. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Remarkable enough, earlier reviews show that 'The Lovely Knowing' arrived with both communicative grace and clarity. Throughout, the author demonstrates her exceptional degree of candidness and insight. She shares how she takes the joys, horrors, and unfathomable situations from her life to create a foundation of love, faith, and undying optimism. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">"There is an inner gift that each of us possesses as deep insightful knowing and is available as peace regardless of our circumstances," McCoy explained. "It isn't as difficult to access this gift as some would make it out to be. It is quite simple. We can always choose the way of Love, the 'knowing', and in so doing, we live the life that is our divine right and legacy." </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Throughout the book, Mishi McCoy illustrates how to take what we need, allow it to expand into something breathtakingly beautiful and practical, and then leave the rest and to use what we have taken to build and create the lives we truly desire </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">With a cheerful disregard for 'happenstance', McCoy, who is also a Master Level Reiki Therapist says, "Becoming more and more in touch with our 'knowing' is the surest way to making choices that are in our very best and highest good." </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Mishi McCoy pinpoints the publication's core: " 'The Loving Knowing' is a book of memoirs about holding out hope in the midst of adversity. I share insight on the gift of intuition, or knowing that we all innately have. It is a magnificent sense of being that enriches our faith and hope. My passion is the Body, Mind and Spirit connection."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">'The Lovely Knowing' is available at www.amazon.com and selected online and offline bookstores. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Lovely-Knowing-Mishi-McCoy/dp/1463724357">http://www.amazon.com/The-Lovely-Knowing-Mishi-McCoy/dp/1463724357</a></span><br />
<span style="color: black;">The Lovely Knowing</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Paperback: 188 pages </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Publisher: Create Space (March 25, 2011) </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Language: English </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">ISBN-10: 1456750194 </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">ISBN-13: 978-1456750190 </span><br />
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