<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:16:23.215-08:00</updated><category term='I'/><category term='Me too'/><title type='text'>Ani's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ani's Thoughts</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-566972571841943345</id><published>2012-01-26T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:06:20.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I am often asked to pray for others. I am then given a long list of issues to present to the Almighty followed by longer list of desirable outcomes and other assorted suggestions. Who knew that God needed so much help in this department? Prayer is not about pointing out the obvious and assuming we know what is best for another. It is about letting go completely, safe in the direct knowing that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/566972571841943345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/566972571841943345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-often-asked-to-pray-for-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7922356170262717541</id><published>2010-07-10T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:16:04.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.The extent of self loathing on this realm is still quite remarkable.  It stems from ignorance, of course...ignorance of  Universal Laws...not knowing the true history of cosmic creation...the true nature of our Creator and of our souls.News Alert!  It is now 2010.  Planet Earth has a very high rate of literacy.  We have education.  We don't have to rely on the clergy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7922356170262717541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7922356170262717541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-world_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-6011356002076023</id><published>2010-07-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:14:51.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.In my capacity as a Medical Intuitive, whatever that may mean, I tread lightly between ancient, allopathic and alternative care.  Since we are, all of us, individualized expressions of Source Energy, individualized assessment is the key.There is no magic cure all...no perfect, potent panacea...how could there be?  We are all experiencing at different levels of consciousness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/6011356002076023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/6011356002076023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-5818550559713019657</id><published>2009-11-03T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:29:16.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.We are, all of us, sovereign and inviolate beings, expressions of I Am That Which I Am who, being the Allness and the Totality, has no name.It's good to remember this from time to time. It would benefit us to dwell on this, to marvel at the magnificence of our creation and the divine potential contained within each and every blessed soul spark.This is not a cookie cutter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5818550559713019657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5818550559713019657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-1167642750796689987</id><published>2009-10-23T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:21:56.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.There is much ado about 2012. Will the planet explode at midnight on December 21st, 2012? No, it won't.Be ye not disturbedBe ye not perturbed.Think ye not of doomNor wallow in the gloom...It will not go kaboom.Let's take a positive spin on all things planetary. Ha! Did you get it? Spin+planet? Never mind. It worked for me and that's all that really matters.Anyway, all this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1167642750796689987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1167642750796689987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2136097989133450904</id><published>2009-06-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:14:37.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing up on Creation...for now.</title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.We have all heard of Father, Son and Holy Ghost. We have also heard many, many different interpretations. So, for once and for all, who are these people?Think of the Father as the Creator. The source from which all comes. There is no higher power than Creator.Think of the Son as God, as in the supreme manager of a universe, the active part of Creator. (most earthlings still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2136097989133450904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2136097989133450904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/06/finishing-up-on-creationfor-now.html' title='Finishing up on Creation...for now.'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2678599904801291446</id><published>2009-06-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:40:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing with Creation...</title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.I'm keeping it simple for now. Not because I don't think you can handle it. I am sure that some of you are handling it as I write this. I'm keeping it simple because my blog is Metaphysics 101. If you want the juicy stuff, contact me for a private salon or workshop....So, the angels did their thing and made possible the life forms that were able to express in physical form.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2678599904801291446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2678599904801291446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/06/continuing-with-creation.html' title='Continuing with Creation...'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-5657955133597160680</id><published>2009-06-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:39:52.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation...the truth and other animals.</title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.The archangels, now somewhat individualized yet perfect expressions of the Creator, went forth and had a grand old time. "Woohoo," said the one who called Itself Michael, "I'm going to manifest a big shiny sword!"  Okay. I apologize. That was, even in my book, irreverent. Back to work now. So, the archangels were the original co-creators, totally in sync with the Creator </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5657955133597160680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5657955133597160680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/06/creationthe-truth-and-other-animals.html' title='Creation...the truth and other animals.'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-5554183356040049920</id><published>2009-06-09T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:25:04.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Creation</title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.We are all individualized expressions of the Creator who was gracious enough to grant us free will.  As such, we have the right to choose our soul paths and journey as we wish. I respect every soul's right to walk whatever path they choose.  It doesn't mean, however, that I respect the chosen path. Just the right to choose. We evolve, we resolve. It's a process and some of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5554183356040049920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5554183356040049920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/06/thoughts-on-creation.html' title='Thoughts on Creation'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-5285659122927701005</id><published>2009-06-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:59:24.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Pointers on Creation</title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Touchy subject, Creation. One has to tread very softly among the many jagged edges of rigid thought. I am not here to preach doctrine. Phooey on such fripperies. I am simply here to turn the light on for those who wish to understand and experience the sanctity of their being, because, quite frankly my brothers and sisters, I love you all.Our world is about to undergo many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5285659122927701005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5285659122927701005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-pointers-on-creation.html' title='A Few Pointers on Creation'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2163619287907073106</id><published>2009-06-01T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:44:06.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.These are interesting times for our realm. The Light is pouring in from the Upper Domains and more of us are feeling it and allowing Divine Inspiration to filter through us. The ultimate goal is saturation, of course, but all in good time. All that comes to us from the Divine has to be understood and absorbed before it can be implemented. Allow the process to unfold, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2163619287907073106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2163619287907073106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4743926238782342185</id><published>2009-05-21T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:13:14.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More About Heaven</title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Going to Heaven aka Nirvana aka the Astral Plane is an interesting process. First, you have to discard the physical body. We call this death but in truth, there is no such thing. We are always alive in some form or another. Anyway, once we die aka transition, our etheric bodies recalibrate so that they can find their way to the correct astral location. It has to be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4743926238782342185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4743926238782342185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-more-about-heaven.html' title='A Little More About Heaven'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2673649874159950694</id><published>2009-05-21T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:58:29.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about Heaven</title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Do angels live in Heaven, and what are they really? Well, angels live everywhere. They don't need etheric bodies since they are pure expressions of Divine Light, so no bodies and therefore  no wings. The archangels and angels were the very first manifestations of the Big Bang. They are always one with the Creator and never need to incarnate. They provide order and stability</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2673649874159950694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2673649874159950694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-about-heaven.html' title='More about Heaven'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4269508026709446439</id><published>2009-05-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:19:15.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.I asked been asked to blog about Heaven. What's it like up there? What does it look like? Do people eat and drink? Are there traffic jams?Well, for starters, let's clarify what is meant by Heaven. There is no final resting place for our ever evolving souls. We were created to create and we love to do just that! The Astral Plane, where we earthlings go upon transition, was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4269508026709446439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4269508026709446439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/05/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-3974338380044827240</id><published>2009-04-22T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:16:42.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Mr Blog is working way over yonder right now, to a place where computers may not go...back on 4.25.09.Until then, remember that you must love yourself before you can truly love another. Try it, it works. If you dislike yourself and seek to love another, then it's closer to co dependence than love...Peace to all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3974338380044827240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3974338380044827240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7065360826319928806</id><published>2009-04-20T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:54:42.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Never withhold love. It is not our place to train another in the art of expectation, limited or otherwise. Think on this.Thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7065360826319928806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7065360826319928806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-1085380894843902512</id><published>2009-04-13T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:47:06.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Allowing the Universe to surprise you, to conspire in your favor requires trust. The sort of trust that sometimes takes years to develop.I had a dream a while ago; a deep, profoundly moving mystical experience. I was an old hermit, tall, lean, dressed in gray and carrying a heavy walking stick. I stood in silence on the shoreline of some long forgotten country. All was mist</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1085380894843902512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1085380894843902512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-603915416283417248</id><published>2009-04-08T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:05:58.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Has it really been a week since I blogged last? Sincere apologies to one and all. I was lost in a cosmic mind warp. That very spicy curry didn't help much either...There's an old Irish proverb that goes, "Is maith an scathan suil charad." A friend's eye is a good mirror. Indeed it is. A true friend is a treasure beyond measure. If you have one, pray for them daily. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/603915416283417248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/603915416283417248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4890708275021839747</id><published>2009-04-01T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:29:27.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.When you pray for healing, see the one you are praying for as happy. No more, no less. We all choose different life experiences based on what we need to learn and overcome. We assume that everyone wants to recover and be well but, odd though it may seem, some folks actually need to take another road home.We are not usually aware of our soul contracts at a conscious level so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4890708275021839747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4890708275021839747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-3183302211007373044</id><published>2009-03-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:30:30.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Thanks to all of you who wrote in with your Ego is a Cruel Mistress stories. Yes, I agree, it's a hard lesson. Very, very, very hard sometimes, but...in the midst of all your agony, as you find yourself weeping on your knees grieving the death of that mediocre melodrama that was once your personality, take a moment to open your eyes and still the mind. What you have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3183302211007373044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3183302211007373044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4883189298875775295</id><published>2009-03-25T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:17:04.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.For those of you who didn't tune in to Awakening Matters on Monday night,  the Medical part of my Intuitive would like to say a few words about water.  Please drink more.  The vast majority of folks who come to consult with me are dehydrated. We carbon based life forms are approximately 70% water.  We need to keep our tanks topped up at all times. If you are thirsty, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4883189298875775295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4883189298875775295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2194511173502978000</id><published>2009-03-21T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:46:01.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Everything that causes distress and dysfunction is already in the past. Say it just happened, wait one split second and it's gone! We are in the present once again, in the only moment of power, the Eternal Now. Wow.I had the weirdest vision last week during one of my meditations. I rose far above the planet and looked down. What did I see? Millions of headless chickens </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2194511173502978000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2194511173502978000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2034969110684913224</id><published>2009-03-18T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:08:39.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Enlightenment is a process. It can't be rushed, so don't even try. You get it when you get it, whatever the it du jour is, and there will be many its during your life. Then you have to apply it, to everything, every day in every way.That's not always a fun part of the process. We have already discussed transcending the false ego self. There may be pain involved. Some call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2034969110684913224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2034969110684913224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-912735232426947506</id><published>2009-03-17T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:28:52.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Non attachment is usually a major obstacle for us earth experience junkies. It's a wild and woolly trip to be sure, but one worth taking if we truly seek to transcend the false ego self.I mean, are we ready to accept the Allness and Oneness Universal Love? Can we love all manifestations of Creation equally, surrendering completely to the all inclusive nature of Divine Mind?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/912735232426947506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/912735232426947506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-1968583036344664394</id><published>2009-03-12T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:55:21.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.What if...I believed that I am worthy of love just the way I am?What if...I believed that others wanted my love and rejoiced in it?What if...I believed that we are all truly equal.What if...I meditated on the concept of Unconditional Love for ten percent of my waking day?What if...I accepted my ego self for what it truly is and fed it love?What if...I stopped competing with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1968583036344664394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1968583036344664394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-8536049820631004545</id><published>2009-03-09T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:16:29.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 1.29.09OvemyesOvestu looked very dapper in his black designer suit. Standing six feet and 2 inches, he was almost a foot taller than his Uncle Leonides. He was, in fact, much taller than anyone in his clan. His aunties would joke with him about it and tell him that he came from other planet. "Just like Christos," they would say. "He was much taller than all the other Jews." They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/8536049820631004545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/8536049820631004545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/continued-from-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7205195869628239314</id><published>2009-03-05T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:13:16.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Most of us avoid conflict. Makes sense, of course. Who wants to clash and break out in a rash? Not me. I'm far too pretty for that! But, in our desire to avoid the fire, do we negotiate our way to a new understanding or do we shut down emotionally and leave much unsaid, leaving fear, resentment etc percolating in our cells, just waiting for an opportunity to manifest as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7205195869628239314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7205195869628239314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-1191012822283366081</id><published>2009-03-02T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:19:49.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Time heals all. Time reveals all. Enjoy each life experience. We are all nuts, after all. Hello Hazel. Hello Cashew. Hello Walnut. This blog is not about  nuts, by the by. My GP back in England advised me, many moons ago, to avoid them. "They stuff the liver with fanciful notions..." he saidGod bless my GP. He was Welsh. Enough said.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1191012822283366081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1191012822283366081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7855589945137579095</id><published>2009-02-23T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:58:10.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.We are all so very busy these days aren't we? No time to think straight for most of us. No time to sit and dream with a pot of coffee and cream. It's all run run run and not fun fun fun. We should start our day in silence to set the correct vibration. A few moments alone before the rest of the world shakes a leg.  A private moment with our Higher Self. How many of us have, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7855589945137579095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7855589945137579095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4163468692895046482</id><published>2009-02-19T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:57:32.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Forgiveness dissolves karma and therefore the illusion of obligation.  When we forgive, we break the chains created by fear and return our hearts and minds to our Creator. We return to love.Yet we are perfect in God's eyes and need no forgiveness. So what purpose does it serve on this physical realm? Well, I suppose it corrects the illusion of error in separation. I suppose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4163468692895046482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4163468692895046482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4438774757482294351</id><published>2009-02-15T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:43:42.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Actually, I'm not. Mrs Blog is on vacation for a tiny bit. Back to haunt you...ha...on Thursday, February 19th 2009.Wisdom Shmisdom...it can wait.  I love you all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4438774757482294351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4438774757482294351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2676070358926203035</id><published>2009-02-09T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:09:35.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Many of you out there, and bless you for taking the time, have been learning Universal Principles such as the Law of Attraction."It makes total sense," you say. "For the first time ever it all makes sense. But I have spent years in a place of lack and limitation and it's hard to erase all that negative thinking. Do I have to spend the next 35 years in therapy or crouched in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2676070358926203035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2676070358926203035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-3661968968181511565</id><published>2009-02-08T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:46:36.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Just a reminder that clutter around the home can cause clutter around the mind. I have done quite a few home clearings lately for families with young children. The main complaint seems to be insomnia with restless children who wake up several times a night, sometimes quite distraught.Of course, if this type of symptom persists, one should see a medical practitioner, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3661968968181511565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3661968968181511565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-3901279082291573589</id><published>2009-02-06T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:27:06.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.I release all that no longer serves me.I allow myself to be refreshed and renewedin the golden waters of God's grace.I will remind myself each and every dayof the perfection of my creationand of my value to my Creator.Wherever I am, all is well.Whatever I am, is simply that.If I am not happy with the way things are right now,I accept that I created my life with each and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3901279082291573589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3901279082291573589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-3073453225441833921</id><published>2009-02-05T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:00:03.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.When you get right down to it, all illness is mental illness. The mind is quite powerful, you know.Enjoy your evening.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3073453225441833921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3073453225441833921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-3334284075523101050</id><published>2009-02-04T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:31:59.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World..Ani Here.Just a reminder that God loves you all equally and unconditionally at all times. So, if you don't think well of yourselves, why not? Why should God's opinion of you differ from your opinion of you? Something to ponder, I think.The one thing that is available to everyone at all times is unconditional love, the power of which knows no human words. Tap into it. Angels are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3334284075523101050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3334284075523101050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-1608522282106038909</id><published>2009-02-03T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:45:56.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.I am often told that 'The New Age Movement" whatever that is, is all about getting rich, getting stuff, making more money. I am often told that making money is not a spiritual pursuit and should be discouraged. What rubbish! That's just old tapes running inside people's heads. As Eric Butterworth says, "How can money be a much needed resource and a spiritual handicap, both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1608522282106038909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1608522282106038909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2271031624875662292</id><published>2009-02-02T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:09:15.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.I don't get out much. I spend most of my life in small, dimly lit rooms examining auras and chakras and the like. Once in a while I get a nice, juicy ghost bust and really go to town! When I am not at work, I hide in my woman cave at home, preparing for my next workshop, salon or presentation. I even manage to get the odd blog posted!Not a bad life really. Peaceful for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2271031624875662292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2271031624875662292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-955020259788025643</id><published>2009-01-29T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:14:28.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 1.14.09OvemyesOvestu was enjoying being an adult male. His father treated him with a new found respect. A bond was developing, a trust between father and son. Yes, life would be so much fun from this moment on. He had shared the story of his first bonk with his old man! How cool..that's the sort of thing adult males talk about, you know.Our gentle lad went over to give his Dad a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/955020259788025643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/955020259788025643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/continued-from-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-9093812272587780425</id><published>2009-01-27T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:52:13.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Here's a little wisdom from Emmet Fox..."When you hold resentment against anyone, you are bound to that person by a cosmic link, a really rough metal chain. You are tied by a cosmic tie to the very thing you hate. The thing you hate is inexorably a part of your consciousness. The one person in the whole world whom you dislike the most is the very one to whom you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/9093812272587780425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/9093812272587780425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-5691335286886897969</id><published>2009-01-22T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:38:00.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.I am often asked to explain the difference between prayer and meditation.Prayer is a message we send to God, usually a petition or request for help. It could go something like this..."Hello God. Ani here. Thank you for this wonderful day and for all the blessings in my life. My car is due for a major tune up, so could you please send me six new clients this month so that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5691335286886897969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5691335286886897969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-3661068640132683170</id><published>2009-01-19T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:12:20.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.A good friend asked me a question today."If future generations were dependent on you for spiritual knowledge, how much would they receive?"Good question and worth pondering since, on some level, they are dependent on us and all that we deposit in the Karmic Credit Union of Good  Faith and Unconditional Love. Another thought. Life is eternal. We adventurous souls just love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3661068640132683170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3661068640132683170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-8977113046809269923</id><published>2009-01-14T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:28:59.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 12.25.2008School days were happy days for OvemyesOvestu. He studied Latin and Ancient Greek. He was fluent in Spanish, Russian and French. He played rugby and cricket. Our little lad never had a single failing grade. He came close with mathematics, scoring a C+, but with his usual persistence and diligence, he scored a B- just before graduation. On his eighteenth birthday, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/8977113046809269923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/8977113046809269923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/continued-from-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-5275811309676278742</id><published>2009-01-13T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:30:17.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.It takes a lot of energy to resist change. Don't resist. Resistance is futile. Change is inevitable. Keeping things the same is an attempt to control your environment. Life is supposed to be natural, free flowing, spontaneous...even outrageous. Be flexible. Allow goodness to pour itself into your experience. Accept yourself unconditionally, as you are now. Learn to love the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5275811309676278742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5275811309676278742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7454885367939407923</id><published>2009-01-09T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:01:33.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Relationships can be a bit of a roller coaster, can't they? When two people decide to become a couple, they somehow assume that they will grow in consciousness together, experiencing those "Pentecostal Aha" moments at the same time. Not always so, is it? No. We each evolve at our own pace and, at some point, the relationship itself becomes "the third person" making it all a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7454885367939407923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7454885367939407923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2188383438122936508</id><published>2009-01-08T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:33:24.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.It's hard to stay on track sometimes. Our world is full of distractions, our focus constantly shifting. It's easy to feel overwhelmed. Things go a little easier, however, when we remind ourselves that everything is subject to personal interpretation. The outcome of any given situation can be altered by our reaction to it.If we truly are the creators of our own experience, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2188383438122936508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2188383438122936508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4903622108701309010</id><published>2009-01-03T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:51:25.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.I have decided that my personal theme for 2009 is going to be Revelation not Revolution.What does that mean exactly? Well, it means allowing the Universe to work through me for the highest good of all. No more struggling or swimming upstream. No more trying to affect change on any level. No more living as a human reaching out for my divinity. From now on, it's all about my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4903622108701309010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4903622108701309010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-5848268077662832750</id><published>2009-01-01T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:34:28.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Happy New Year Everyone!!!! 2009 is here...Woohoo!Now, all you well intentioned folks out there, pay attention. The New Year is a perfect time for change and reviewing resolutions. Agreed, but don't bite off more than you can chew. Admit it, it happens every year. We are all going to eat less, drink less, exercise more and send the planet unconditional love for ten minutes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5848268077662832750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5848268077662832750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4018125379132067774</id><published>2008-12-25T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:27:56.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 12.22.08Where to begin? Our brave, yet gentle hero, now free from the rage and ranting of the odious creature, did very well  in school. He welcomed the structure and disciplined approach to life. For the first time ever, he knew what he was required to do, when to do it and to what standard. If all instructions were followed, there would be no punishment. In fact, there would be a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4018125379132067774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4018125379132067774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued-from-12_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7739869739102956957</id><published>2008-12-22T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:52:49.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 12.21.08A nice, middle class family indeed. And your definition of nice would be?OvemyesOvestu's father was a handsome man with a brilliant mind. In past incarnations, he had lived as a great wizard and valued teacher. In this one, he was an odious creature, a drunkard filled with self loathing, venom constantly dripping from his mouth. He took great pride in the eloquence of his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7739869739102956957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7739869739102956957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued-from-12_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-8295726514828825179</id><published>2008-12-21T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:41:39.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 12.15.08Ah, the realm of Pure Presence. Everything makes perfect sense in the non physical plane. Our vantage point is different. We understand that simply being, is security enough. Of course, it wouldn't be an adventure if we remembered our perfection from the start, would it?Tricky things, physical incarnations. You think you have it all planned out, everything set up for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/8295726514828825179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/8295726514828825179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued-from-12_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4601241924738274923</id><published>2008-12-15T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:31:14.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 12.8.08OvemyesOvestu was excited. He got his "metaphysical mojo" back. "The Elders are right," he thought, "I've been doing too much cerebral stuff lately. Time to get down and dirty in the badlands. Watch out Earth! Here comes another inmate for your lunatic asylum...ha ha ha!"He thought long and hard about his entry into physical non reality. Man or woman? Rich, poor or somewhere</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4601241924738274923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4601241924738274923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued-from-12_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-1137447036464558721</id><published>2008-12-11T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:07:10.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Thank you all so much for your feedback and interest in the story of OvemyesOvestu! I was about to call Geek Squad the other day as I thought my inbox had exploded. I have never had that many messages. Wow! Our brave lad is in the library right now, trying to find a suitable birth family. It won't be easy...To answer your questions, OvemyesOvestu is from the Armenian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1137447036464558721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1137447036464558721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-8959343965481503135</id><published>2008-12-08T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:34:54.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 12.1.2008OvemyesOvestu did something Light Beings don't usually do. He pouted and kicked a tree. "Ouch!" cried the tree. "Sorry Lord!" replied OvemyesOvestu. As we mentioned earlier, it's not easy identifying an Elder."Listen lad," said the arboreal Elder, "I think we know by now, that all life is allowed to evolve at it's own pace. Otherwise it's not evolution. It's manipulation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/8959343965481503135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/8959343965481503135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued-from-12_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-619795403411898437</id><published>2008-12-04T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:05:07.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 12.1.2008The Elders took our brave lad into a beautiful white marble room. "Sit here lad," they said, "and someone will bring you the entire history of Planet Earth. Trust us, even though you've only been there twice, it'll sound and feel familiar. You've had similar experiences on other realms."Now, let us remember that this is the land with no human name, the realm of Pure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/619795403411898437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/619795403411898437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued-from-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-3720989660499751458</id><published>2008-12-01T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:06:04.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 11.24.2008"It sounds a bit...well, dense." ventured OvemyesOvestu. "Dense," replied the Elders, "is a very good description. It is a wilderness, no doubt about that, but think about it for a moment. It takes real guts to go all the way out there. These are brave souls. They could just as easily stay home, nice and cozy, but no, they chose to go and lose themselves in the physical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3720989660499751458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/3720989660499751458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/12/continued-from-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-147009520963195487</id><published>2008-11-24T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:56:49.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 11/22/2008Hello World...Ani here.The Elders sensed this shift in perception and chuckled inwardly. "What is your will, my Lords?" asked OvemyesOvestu. "Well," said the Elders, "we don't really have a will per se. We are more your ebb and flow and 'off we go' type of beings, but, that aside, we find ourselves most impressed by the work you have done on behalf of your guardians. All </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/147009520963195487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/147009520963195487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/11/continued-from-11222008-hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7027247631460689583</id><published>2008-11-22T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:41:25.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>continued from 11.21.2008Hello World...Ani Here.Time, as we would understand it, does not exist in the realm of pure presence, but I think it safe to say that OvemyesOvestu was in his early thirties when the Elders finally came for him.Was he ready for the road ahead? Who can know. Does anyone know what the future holds? I think not. But, there he stood, an offspring of the Divine Creator. All </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7027247631460689583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7027247631460689583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/11/continued-from-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-799007484541009793</id><published>2008-11-21T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:21:54.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.Once upon a time, in a land so far removed from human consciousness that no words exist to describe it, an ancient soul was birthed anew.His coming was foretold and much anticipated. His guardians rejoiced and vowed to guide him, teach him and care for him to the very best of their abilities. They knew that one day, the Elders would come and take the soul away and teach him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/799007484541009793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/799007484541009793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-1971598617046443740</id><published>2008-11-20T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:12:41.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.It has been a while since my last entry. Sorry. No excuse really. Again, sorry.Have I mentioned "Awakening Matters", the radio show I am currently co-hosting on BBS Internet Radio? It is a series of spiritual dialogues on various subjects of interest. Please check it out and let me know what you think.   http://www.bbsradio.com/awakeningmatters/  It airs on Channel One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1971598617046443740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/1971598617046443740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-6710683893730598706</id><published>2008-11-04T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:14:24.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me too'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.How are you feeling today? Well, yes, I am a polite and courteous individual but really; how are you feeling today?It's important. You see, the Universe doesn't really give a hoot about your spoken words. You can spout affirmations until the llamas come home. How many times a day do we say things we don't mean? Words don't activate Universal law. It's the feelings conveyed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/6710683893730598706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/6710683893730598706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-5355038860620354976</id><published>2008-11-04T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:40:21.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.Whatever the question, love is the answer. Always. No exceptions.Thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5355038860620354976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/5355038860620354976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-2572592562212111910</id><published>2008-10-30T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:56:33.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Suicide is not painless.We all have challenges from time to time. That's why we incarnate. We are here to experience, to express, to evolve, to resolve and ultimately dissolve back into our Creator.We invited ourselves to this party. We chose the venue. We were previously acquainted with most of the guests. We had a plan. We were excited about showing up. Really!Think about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2572592562212111910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/2572592562212111910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-world_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-6780174964565344615</id><published>2008-10-18T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:52:14.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani Here.Addiction. It fills a void.The Universe hates a void. Try sorting out your sock drawer. Go back in about a week and see how tidy it still is! Yes. I know you've been there.If you don't wake up in the morning feeling somewhat excited, you are missing something.If you constantly feel a few degrees off center, you are missing something.Chances are you are off your karmic path,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/6780174964565344615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/6780174964565344615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-world_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7696443650566244994</id><published>2008-10-14T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:14:37.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.Don't be afraid of change. Don't be so quick to decide who and what you are. If you do, you might stop growing. And growth is evidence of change.If the seasons didn't change four times a year, we might not have any food. Without food, we might end up eating each other. Yuk!Don't be distracted by what others think you should be. Run the inner dialogue.This planet has one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7696443650566244994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7696443650566244994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-world_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-921182650694830356</id><published>2008-10-05T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:06:57.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.I am a little on the busy side today so today's blog is going to be a quickie but a biggie. Ah. Memories of an old Scottish boyfriend...The ability to heal was developed only after Man decided it was separate from God. It wasn't needed before that.So healing really is a release from fear.Glad I sorted that one out. It is, after all, how I make my living. Phew.Okay. And now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/921182650694830356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/921182650694830356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-4101226930146930779</id><published>2008-09-30T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:59:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.I was chatting with the girls at the coffee shop today about life, the Universe and french pastries. I love french pastries...has anyone been to Pix on Division? Don't waste a second. One taste of their Fleur de Sel macaroon and your chakras will instantly fall into perfect alignment! But seriously. Where was I?Yes. Chatting with the girls. Their subject of choice, not mine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4101226930146930779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/4101226930146930779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-573548314094602357</id><published>2008-09-23T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:10:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.How many of you out there believe in evil? Show of hands please. Really? Wow. That's quite a few.If God exists, then evil cannot. God is an absolute and an absolute has no opposite. And God is Love...right?Polarities serve the physical dimensions well enough but have no meaning in the unity which is the Mind of God.Does this mean that anything not created from love is an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/573548314094602357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/573548314094602357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-6305914073468566655</id><published>2008-09-18T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:27:02.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.Hope you are having a pleasant day. I'm glad to be home. All my clients were angry today. Not at me but with their friends, families and world at large. They were frustrated and enraged because, one way or another, their expectations had not been met.Ah, the curse of expectation. You just set yourself up for disappointment so why bother? If you really think about it, what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/6305914073468566655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/6305914073468566655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7520810603218581511</id><published>2008-09-15T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:49:05.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.These sultry September evenings take me back to my early childhood in suburban London. I would sit on the swing in our back garden and make up stories about God and creation. I always imagined that the center of the Universe was like a giant bowl of yummy butterscotch pudding, constantly whipping itself into a frenzy. From this edible God-Pod all life originated and it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7520810603218581511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7520810603218581511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8422831803852834092.post-7621165090448947362</id><published>2008-09-14T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:58:29.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello World...Ani here.Welcome to my first ever blog. Slow starter, that's me. My website manager finally convinced me to get going on this so, here I am. Why the hesitation? I was raised in England where, in my day, young ladies were taught not to burden others with their opinions. "Smile sweetly, be grateful for every morsel life throws at you and keep your legs together when entering or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7621165090448947362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8422831803852834092/posts/default/7621165090448947362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aniavedissian.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02229618541303847437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
