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Casual Articles - The Magic Carpet Ride
Three years ago I published a book of short stories in Israel. The publishing house belongs to Israel's leading (and exceedingly wealthy) newspaper. I signed a contract which stated that I am entitled to receive 8% of the income from the sales of the book after commissions payable to distributors, shops, etc. A few months later (1997), I won the coveted Prize of the Ministry of Education (for short prose). The prize money (a few thousand DMs) was snatched by the publishing house on the legal grounds that all the money generated by the book belongs to them because they own the copyright.In the mythology generated by capitalism to pacify the masses, the myth of intellectual property stands out. It goes like this : if the rights to intellectual property were not defined and enforced, commercial entrepreneurs would not have taken on the risks associated with publishing books, recording records, and preparing multimedia products. As a result, creative people will have suffered because they will have found no way to make their works accessible to the public. Ultimately, it is t
Early on, in my darkest hours, friends and family converged selflessly to assist - another lesson in the power and the glory of love. One dear friend planned a huge party at my loft, grabbed a clipboard, quadrupled the prices of John’s art and sold voluminous heaps at top dollar. Then, out of the blue, Ralph Lauren’s personal designer mysteriously found me. She purchased one of John’s tables for Mr. Lauren’s office out of the twenty images I had e-mailed her. She would “pass the rest of the images along”, she informed me and soon Ralph Lauren Corp. purchased all twenty tables plus twenty more for display and props in their stores. I was now debt-free and solvent. A year later, Ralph Lauren Corp. added the tree stump tables to their retail Home Collection, which is still a continuing stream of orders. Many additional opportunities hav
This isn't the first time I have written about the benefits of inserting a human voice or presence into your online communications. And I make no excuse for writing about this again.Site visitors crave the sense that someone is there, within and behind your Web pages, your emails and newsletters.Dealing with the bare technology of online interactions is a cold experience for many, or even most of us. It makes us feel anxious. Technology isn't warm. It has no heart. It neither understands us, nor cares for us.For many Web sites, whether for businesses or organizations, we simply plug in and play the bare technology - the super-duper means of information delivery. All the site visitor sees and feels is the design, the interface, the links and the clicks. The experience is about as warm and human as banking with an ATM machine.And then we sit in our expensive offices and wonder why it is that we get such terrible conversion rates on our sites, why so few people continue to open our emails or read our newsletters.Well, perhaps it's because we're br
Among other things, the multi-faceted John Harris was an archetypal Hephaestus, the wounded Greek God of the Forge, cast from Mt. Olympus by Zeus. The ultimate creative genius, Hephaestus labored endlessly, creating stunning palaces, chariots and thrones for all to admire and use. He even created Pandora, the first human woman, in a daring push of the envelope. With the outrageous antics of John’s no-boundaries approach to life while he was alive, it was all I could do to follow behind him, juggling as many art projects in the air as possible for our mere survival. Though a successful, working artist his entire life, the thrill of living on the edge fueled his life force and satisfied his rebel outlaw. As his student, playmate, lover, shadow-boxer, business partner and wife, I did it all gladly, knowing I was receiving the gift of a lifetime as he freed me and birthed me into who I always wanted to be. Thanks to the firestorm ways of the self-named “Mr. Harris”, the real Kate finally stood up. It might not have been stable, but life with Mr. Harris was always exciting and truly alive.
If John was unmanageable throughout his life, at the end, infused with the scent of death, he became a veritable machine, ordering his laborers around and pouring every bit of life force and all of our resources into his work. Rigidly intractable in his tunnel vision, I could only get out of his way or be crushed as he siphoned energy from the soul of God for his final creations. Need I mention that his interest in practical affairs was less than minimal, which included bank accounts and insurance policies? When he died I had a massive stash of fabulous art and a more massive debt with no cash. Heartbroken by the loss and flattened by the bleak reality of my life circumstances, I succumbed to an intoxicated, existential void as family and friends watched nervously.
Not long after Mr. Harris’ death, I stood in the dwindling light of dusk beneath the twenty-foot ceilings of my Venice, CA loft. I witnessed time blink open to reveal, for a moment, the unseen reality of things infinite. A voice and a vision circled me and lifted me in a gyro of energy. I felt wings, fluttering wings and a supernatural presence gather around me as I heard,“Let go. Trust. Step on the magic carpet. Get on the magic carpet and ride.” A spontaneous, knowing vibration shifted from deep within my core and step on, I did.
I tell you truly, as soon as I heeded that call, my entire reality took an extraordinary turn. I learned to release my controlling, white-knuckled grip on life. Simply too spent, I stopped trying to do anything. Instead, I began to allow things to happen. “Surrender” became my mantra and a way of life, as it still is, to this day and forevermore. I surrendered to everything – on a broader stroke, to the tears, to the loss, to the pain, to the beauty of love. On a more mundane level, to the 4am barking dogs, the burnt dinner, the exquisite sunset. Having been programmed by doubt and fear all my life, as most humans are, getting accustomed to living in total trust took some mindful maneuvering and a whole lot of practice but the more I trusted, the better the outcome. Once mastered, it was and still is, a revelation of the true nature of life’s miraculous flow.
Early on, in my darkest hours, friends and family converged selflessly to assist - another lesson in the power and the glory of love. One dear friend planned a huge party at my loft, grabbed a clipboard, quadrupled the prices of John’s art and sold voluminous heaps at top dollar. Then, out of the blue, Ralph Lauren’s personal designer mysteriously found me. She purchased one of John’s tables for Mr. Lauren’s office out of the twenty images I had e-mailed her. She would “pass the rest of the images along”, she informed me and soon Ralph Lauren Corp. purchased all twenty tables plus twenty more for display and props in their stores. I was now debt-free and solvent. A year later, Ralph Lauren Corp. added the tree stump tables to their retail Home Collection, which is still a continuing stream of orders. Many additional opportunities have
1 Update your site regularlyThis is a chore for both business owners and webmasters alike. Finding new content can be difficult, but it essential to getting regular crawls from search engines and to attracting visitors back to your site. It is also a great reason for other sites to link to you. The best way to start this discipline is to put the task in your diary with a regular slot, say several hours a fortnight. Make sure that content will be of interest to your visitors by making it newsworthy or controversial if possible. Remember that the web is a graphical medium, and that changing photos and colours can also give your site a fresh look, if you have the skills to change them.2 Collect email leadsPeople who have come to your site have been searching for products and information which is relevant to your business. Some may want to purchase products immediately and your web design should make this easy for them. However, some may be thinking about a future purchase and are looking for information. If your site looks like a good source of information, y
If John was unmanageable throughout his life, at the end, infused with the scent of death, he became a veritable machine, ordering his laborers around and pouring every bit of life force and all of our resources into his work. Rigidly intractable in his tunnel vision, I could only get out of his way or be crushed as he siphoned energy from the soul of God for his final creations. Need I mention that his interest in practical affairs was less than minimal, which included bank accounts and insurance policies? When he died I had a massive stash of fabulous art and a more massive debt with no cash. Heartbroken by the loss and flattened by the bleak reality of my life circumstances, I succumbed to an intoxicated, existential void as family and friends watched nervously.
Not long after Mr. Harris’ death, I stood in the dwindling light of dusk beneath the twenty-foot ceilings of my Venice, CA loft. I witnessed time blink open to reveal, for a moment, the unseen reality of things infinite. A voice and a vision circled me and lifted me in a gyro of energy. I felt wings, fluttering wings and a supernatural presence gather around me as I heard,“Let go. Trust. Step on the magic carpet. Get on the magic carpet and ride.” A spontaneous, knowing vibration shifted from deep within my core and step on, I did.
I tell you truly, as soon as I heeded that call, my entire reality took an extraordinary turn. I learned to release my controlling, white-knuckled grip on life. Simply too spent, I stopped trying to do anything. Instead, I began to allow things to happen. “Surrender” became my mantra and a way of life, as it still is, to this day and forevermore. I surrendered to everything – on a broader stroke, to the tears, to the loss, to the pain, to the beauty of love. On a more mundane level, to the 4am barking dogs, the burnt dinner, the exquisite sunset. Having been programmed by doubt and fear all my life, as most humans are, getting accustomed to living in total trust took some mindful maneuvering and a whole lot of practice but the more I trusted, the better the outcome. Once mastered, it was and still is, a revelation of the true nature of life’s miraculous flow.
Early on, in my darkest hours, friends and family converged selflessly to assist - another lesson in the power and the glory of love. One dear friend planned a huge party at my loft, grabbed a clipboard, quadrupled the prices of John’s art and sold voluminous heaps at top dollar. Then, out of the blue, Ralph Lauren’s personal designer mysteriously found me. She purchased one of John’s tables for Mr. Lauren’s office out of the twenty images I had e-mailed her. She would “pass the rest of the images along”, she informed me and soon Ralph Lauren Corp. purchased all twenty tables plus twenty more for display and props in their stores. I was now debt-free and solvent. A year later, Ralph Lauren Corp. added the tree stump tables to their retail Home Collection, which is still a continuing stream of orders. Many additional opportunities hav
So either you're considering paying a visit to a certified credit counselor or you've already been to see one. Either way, the fact is you're deep in debt and don't know how you're going to pay them off. In general, you need help. Either you've been overwhelmed by unexpected but necessary bills, you've lost your job but need to pay rent somehow, or you've simply lost control of your budget. Whatever the reason, you need help and a Debt Management Plan might possibly help. Whether one can or not will depend on your personal situation.In a Debt Management Plan essentially your credit counseling organization takes over the managing of most of your unsecured debts. They directly interact with your creditors in order to negotiate lower interest rates, eliminate fees, prioritize debt payments and arrange what you will pay. The credit counseling agency may be able to help manage most unsecured debts.Before your sign up for a Debt Management PlanBefore signing up for any Debt Management Plan, you want to take some steps to do research and prepare yourself.
Not long after Mr. Harris’ death, I stood in the dwindling light of dusk beneath the twenty-foot ceilings of my Venice, CA loft. I witnessed time blink open to reveal, for a moment, the unseen reality of things infinite. A voice and a vision circled me and lifted me in a gyro of energy. I felt wings, fluttering wings and a supernatural presence gather around me as I heard,“Let go. Trust. Step on the magic carpet. Get on the magic carpet and ride.” A spontaneous, knowing vibration shifted from deep within my core and step on, I did.
I tell you truly, as soon as I heeded that call, my entire reality took an extraordinary turn. I learned to release my controlling, white-knuckled grip on life. Simply too spent, I stopped trying to do anything. Instead, I began to allow things to happen. “Surrender” became my mantra and a way of life, as it still is, to this day and forevermore. I surrendered to everything – on a broader stroke, to the tears, to the loss, to the pain, to the beauty of love. On a more mundane level, to the 4am barking dogs, the burnt dinner, the exquisite sunset. Having been programmed by doubt and fear all my life, as most humans are, getting accustomed to living in total trust took some mindful maneuvering and a whole lot of practice but the more I trusted, the better the outcome. Once mastered, it was and still is, a revelation of the true nature of life’s miraculous flow.
Early on, in my darkest hours, friends and family converged selflessly to assist - another lesson in the power and the glory of love. One dear friend planned a huge party at my loft, grabbed a clipboard, quadrupled the prices of John’s art and sold voluminous heaps at top dollar. Then, out of the blue, Ralph Lauren’s personal designer mysteriously found me. She purchased one of John’s tables for Mr. Lauren’s office out of the twenty images I had e-mailed her. She would “pass the rest of the images along”, she informed me and soon Ralph Lauren Corp. purchased all twenty tables plus twenty more for display and props in their stores. I was now debt-free and solvent. A year later, Ralph Lauren Corp. added the tree stump tables to their retail Home Collection, which is still a continuing stream of orders. Many additional opportunities hav
Pivot point is a point of rotation. It’s the level where market price is potentially being rotated back to where market price came from or being continued and making significant distance from pivot point.Pivot point calculated by using previous period’s high, low, and closing prices taken from the daily chart. Most of traders use pivot level together with support and resistance levels to predict daily market price movement.Every day the market you are following has an open, high, low and a close for the day (some markets like forex are 24 hours but generally use New York market’s closing time as the open and close). This information basically contains all the data you need to use pivot points.In order to calculate pivot level, we need 3 prices which are:H = previous period’s high price L = previous period’s low price C = previous period’s closing priceThen calculate pivot level using this equation: Pivot Point (PP) = (High + Low + Close) / 3Support and resistance levels are then calculated off of this pivot point using the fol
I tell you truly, as soon as I heeded that call, my entire reality took an extraordinary turn. I learned to release my controlling, white-knuckled grip on life. Simply too spent, I stopped trying to do anything. Instead, I began to allow things to happen. “Surrender” became my mantra and a way of life, as it still is, to this day and forevermore. I surrendered to everything – on a broader stroke, to the tears, to the loss, to the pain, to the beauty of love. On a more mundane level, to the 4am barking dogs, the burnt dinner, the exquisite sunset. Having been programmed by doubt and fear all my life, as most humans are, getting accustomed to living in total trust took some mindful maneuvering and a whole lot of practice but the more I trusted, the better the outcome. Once mastered, it was and still is, a revelation of the true nature of life’s miraculous flow.
Early on, in my darkest hours, friends and family converged selflessly to assist - another lesson in the power and the glory of love. One dear friend planned a huge party at my loft, grabbed a clipboard, quadrupled the prices of John’s art and sold voluminous heaps at top dollar. Then, out of the blue, Ralph Lauren’s personal designer mysteriously found me. She purchased one of John’s tables for Mr. Lauren’s office out of the twenty images I had e-mailed her. She would “pass the rest of the images along”, she informed me and soon Ralph Lauren Corp. purchased all twenty tables plus twenty more for display and props in their stores. I was now debt-free and solvent. A year later, Ralph Lauren Corp. added the tree stump tables to their retail Home Collection, which is still a continuing stream of orders. Many additional opportunities hav
Affiliate Project X is not an all inclusive Internet marketing how-to, it’s not even an all inclusive affiliate marketing how-to. As with his first product, the author Chris has written Affiliate Project X for a very targeted audience. This book was written for affiliates who have been playing the game and losing (much as Chris himself was just a few months back). They’ve bought e-books and courses, followed all the steps to a tee, and haven’t made a red cent. This is because they are largely mis-informed about everything. The super affiliates, after all, have been keeping their best methods to themselves, and it’s costing many people a lot of money. Chris calls Affiliate Project X his “getting even” product. He’s mad about all those months he spent chasing red herrings due to mis-information from the gurus, and now that he’s had a chance to mingle with them and steal their techniques, he’s written Affiliate Project X.Affiliate Project X is a well-written e-book that offers up six methods that can really get your sales going strong. It's not a rehash of stuff that you can
Early on, in my darkest hours, friends and family converged selflessly to assist - another lesson in the power and the glory of love. One dear friend planned a huge party at my loft, grabbed a clipboard, quadrupled the prices of John’s art and sold voluminous heaps at top dollar. Then, out of the blue, Ralph Lauren’s personal designer mysteriously found me. She purchased one of John’s tables for Mr. Lauren’s office out of the twenty images I had e-mailed her. She would “pass the rest of the images along”, she informed me and soon Ralph Lauren Corp. purchased all twenty tables plus twenty more for display and props in their stores. I was now debt-free and solvent. A year later, Ralph Lauren Corp. added the tree stump tables to their retail Home Collection, which is still a continuing stream of orders. Many additional opportunities have been presented as well for John’s work to live on.
I did next to nothing to make all of this happen for the first year. At year two, I was told to “step back into the driver’s seat”, which I did. Admittedly, I went the distance, pro-actively parlaying my initial stroke of luck into greater achievements. Nonetheless, nothing short of the assistance of angels and the Hand of God can account for all that has happened. But then, the magic carpet mindset knows no bounds and by staying on, I became co-creator with these great Forces. I recognized that whatever we ask for will be ours in a matter of time, no exceptions, created by our conscious intention and our deeper, unconscious soul desires or fears.
All of the support and good fortune I received at the beginning afforded me the opportunity to fully grieve. For it was not only the loss of my husband that occurred, but the loss of both parents as well, all within one calendar year to the exact day: Mother/John/Father - March 1/July 18/March 1. This was a bitter sandwich indeed. I have heard it said that death is a gift and ironically, it was because of the grieving process that I was able to release so much long-held darkness and fear, completely unrelated to the loss of my loved ones, which lead to a deep personal transformation. Death gave me a new vision, for within the breakdown of all known structures, a profound spiritual awareness and connection was forged. Many truths became clearly apparent: I understood that I was not alone, that Spirit is everywhere, the Divine is in everything. I received messages and insights to reveal that separation is an illusion. I am you. You are me. What I do to you, I am doing to me. Everything is part of everything in one infinite field of consciousness. Reality is a hologram. Moreover, there’s no such thing as death, only shape shifting. The body dies. The spirit stays. Angels are everywhere, yearning to help us. We need only tune into their frequency, acknowledge them and ask. They always deliver. In fact, they’re the ones who help us maneuver the magic carpet. I cannot envision traveling through life without an entourage of accompanying angels wherever I go for comfort, guidance and protection.
Thanks to these and many other unexpected gifts which death has bestowed, these last four years might as well have been four lifetimes. Another truth: time is an illusion. There is only the Eternal Now, the Present Moment wherein we heal our past and create our future. Imbuing myself with magic carpet consciousness, which is, in essence, a connection to the Divine, I have understood the greatest truth of all: the only thing that really matters in this world is love, love of self first and love of others, as a reflection of the One Love. During this time, I have also been stunned to discover a personal caldron of hidden strengths, talents and resources that have sprung up, like the mystical Phoenix from the ashes of total loss. I believe now the only real failures in life are not loving fully and not developing our gifts and talents.
Our imaginings fill the canvas of our lives with beautiful creations or sad abominations. What I imagine today is a sacred union of love, blooming for me once again, just beyond a veil or two, to be revealed in proper timing, as all things are. What I imagined as an eight-year-old little girl was a magic carpet that is now mine and will forever fill me with wonder. What are we really but bodies of energy directing ourselves with imagination and the intention of will towards our
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