I've yet to see her. I've seen a picture of her dark hair, but thats all. I've never had the hots for someone I haven't seen, until now. It may sound strange or peculiar, but even though my eyes have yet been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her beauty, still, I'm definitely attracted. She has an appeal that has lit me up.

She is a lover of music and of words. And she to can weave a spell of magic words herself. She seems to me to be quite the desirous woman. Even though I've only seen a picture of her dark and beautiful hair.

A song for the moment

Now onto what I promised a few days ago. Real-life examples of kids using the Law of Attraction to get what they want!

This one inspires me the most because it involves my oldest son.

We live in a small town, surrounded by a flurry of other small towns, which are all no more than 20 minutes apart from one another.  My oldest, a hockey fanatic, plays on our 'town' team. However, both of my children attend a school that is located in the next town over (6 minutes away exactly).

Since kindergarden, my oldest has had the same 'best friend' and those two boys are inseparable in school. Even now, at the age of 9, they have never had an argument or tiff between them. The other little boy is also a hockey nut...the problem is that he lives and plays hockey in the town where my kids go to school. That means, the boys can never play hockey together (town rules I guess). Neither do they ever play against each other (municipality rules that I don't get).

Anyway, last year my son kept talking to us about how sad he was that he could never play hockey with this friend. Repeatedly, he asked us to move.

'Can we sell the house and move?' he asked.

Honey, I love our house.

'Can I go live at his house in the winter and come back in the spring?'

Honey, I would miss you too much.

For the longest time after that particular conversation the subject was dropped. So I thought he let it go, moved on.  One spring day, he asked me if his friend could come over to play street hockey. Fine, I said. From my front window I could see them, sitting on the ledge of the sidewalk, both dressed in make shift-worn down-too big hockey equipment, deep in intense conversation.  As they came back in I asked my son what they were so intently discussing outside...it seemed really important.

'Oh, we were just planning our moves for the game'.

What game?

'When we play on the same team together, we were practising our moves'.

Really?

I caught on. Good one. I saw what was going on here...my son was using the law of attraction. Ask, Believe and Act as though you have it!

In the following weeks I didn't even have a moment to reflect back on that particular day, until one evening in the supermarket. I ran into a woman that I knew from work and we started chatting. As it turns out, her husband was going to be the coach for a new summer league hockey team that would be starting up shortly in one of the other towns.

'It's for 9 year olds' she said. 'And they can be from anywhere this year.'

Really now.

"Your son should play' she proceeded.

You wouldn't happen to know who has already signed up? And there it was...my son's best friend, on the roster, and an open spot.

Needless to say that my son had a wonderful summer, playing hockey with his 'bestest friend'. It was bliss to see them play together on the same line. For him, it was heaven.

For me, it was amazement. What if I hadn't gone to the supermarket that day? What if we hadn't run out of milk that morning and needed some for dinner?

But I know better. Don't ask why. Just know that there is a reason for everything, and that you really can have everything that you want.

Stay tuned next time for a story about a little girl, a stick, and a very lucky dog.

Peace and love,

Newagemom

Therefore: "What we give out, we get back".

This is also known as: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you"; "What we sow, so shall we reap"; and "The Law of Karma".

Secondly: "What we have we attract more of".

What we focus our thoughts on becomes our reality. As our reality appears it endorses our beliefs about reality and continues to appear until we change our beliefs about our reality.

The Law of Attraction is Universal and immutable. It is without exception.

The Law of Attraction is the result and effect of "Consciousness". Consciousness causes Reality in line with the Law of Attraction.

Consciousness is not just conscious thought.

Consciousness is the sum total of our conscious, sub-conscious and unconscious thoughts.

Consciously creating our reality is quite a challenge when we are only conscious of as little as 7% of our potential total "thoughts".

Consciously creating our reality can be quite a problem when as much as 25% of our potential thoughts are false programmes, fears and limiting beliefs held by our sub-conscious Self.

Consciously creating our reality becomes a major opportunity once we know that at least 70% of our thoughts can potentially emanate from the Soul, Wise Self, or Inner Coach that is our Unconscious Self.

The paradox is that our Unconscious Self has given our Conscious Self the freedom of choice.

Unless we consciously ask our Unconscious Self, it can have no discerning thought on the matter.

In the absence of asking and hearing a reply, we will default to the thoughts and choices of our Sub-conscious Self, whilst our Unconscious Self remains just a potential that is unrealised.

If we choose to attract "Heaven" to the reality of our Earthly Life, is it not prudent to ask that Unconscious part of our Self, that resides in the Absolute Reality of infinite and unlimited possibilities, what it is that we truly want to 'Attract' in our Life?

Oh look I’ll admit it… last night I sat watching Tyson Beckford…

I’m normally find that whole middle eastern, Italian, Greek look very attractive – everyone has their patterns and this is mine! A little stubble (giving that rugged look) and I am internally purring like a satisfied kitten by the fireplace.

But HERE is the clincher:

What I am about to say will totally either make you laugh or go “what the??” but to me the ultimate hotness – what makes me drool (internally only of course), makes my heart skip a beat, makes me really hot under the collar is a man wearing the (Arabic) Thobe (UAE or Saudi Style please), the Ghutra (A square scarf, made of cotton or silk blend, folded in a triangle in either checked red/white or plain white) and the Igal (A thick, double, black cord that is worn on the top of the Ghutra to hold it in place). Hmmm… just thinking about it is making my heart beat quicken…

I chose Prince Hamdan over Tyson Beckford ANY DAY!

In fact if need be instead, I’m also more than happy to have Yasser Al Qahtani (Saudi Arabian footballer player who currently plays and *ahem* is Captain for Al-Hilal team; he played in the 2006 FIFA World Cup)

*Sigh* be still my beating heart…

My best friend told me I'm too picky so I lowered my standards and I just can't date a guy who I'm not the least bit attracted to.  I made a list to remind myself what I want that way I can make comparisons and see if the next guy adds up.

OCCUPATION (In no particular order):

Federal agent, architect, engineer, pilot, police officer, athlete, executive, lawyer, doctor, graphic designer

HEALTH

Caucasian, non-smoker, doesn't do drugs, over 6ft, athletic, blonde/brown hair, blue or green eyes, nice complexion, clean/straight teeth, doesn't have small hands, clean nails, but not like gayishly clean or long, is not a metrosexual, but takes care of himself, doesn't shave his pubic area or chest area, cleans his ears(I have met guys who don't do this), no piercings, less than three tattoos, a mustache or 5 o' clock shadow is fine, but no crazy long beards, no long hair-I guess your overall clean cut guy, but I can make some exceptions. 

PERSONALITIES/QUALITIES

Family-oriented, Catholic, Republican, college graduate or higher education, sense of humor, faithful, sensitive, but not too sensitive, passionate, financially well-off, easy going, hard worker, patient, understanding, good listener, honest, not ashamed to say how he feels or thinks, trustworthy, no other women as friends, not a flirt, conservative, outgoing or shy, not easily angered, can pick me up(physically), t-shirt-jeans kind of guy, but knows how to dress nice when going out. 

Here are some examples of guys I'm looking for-physically:

Bobby Crosby from Oakland athletics, John Garland from Chicago White Sox, Mark Prior from Chicago Cubs, Mark Cuban(Entrepreneur), Paul Walker, Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, Mark Wahlberg

I think that's it, but I'm sure I'll add more

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When it happened again already years ago, I was immature and did not know how to act. I've always believed that women should support each other and not to steal each others boyfriends. So I did not encourage him, but I considered him as my soul mate, so I could not bring myself to really discourage him either, which I now know I should have done. He truly seemed like perfect for me as we had identical interests much unlike his girlfriend. I also knew he had been smitten with me just half a year earlier before they started to date. Yet it was impossible to me to brake their relationship.

If I had known, what I know now, I would have turned him down immediately. There is no point of waiting some one to leave their girl friend first, at least not if they are so insecure as he was. I let myself to be treated badly and it was not wonderful situation for his girlfriend either.

The next time I shyed from a guy there was frankly not enough time to process the situation, before I left for Italy. We saw again in the summer, but I left again and when I came back he was dating.  This time I had already learned my lesson.  When he got smitten again and I clearly turned him down, he became angry. He had more intense charachter than the first one had had. He might have even left his girlfriend, if I'd given clearer sign for him.

At that time my moral collar was up and I did not want to give him any engouragement what so ever. I don't know what I'd do now. Would I be wiser? Fortunately I've not really been in the similar situation after that. I've learned that men in relationships are no-no even if the situation is about warming up the old romance. One should not dream of them leaving their girl friends for you.  Even if I've newer been partner in crime in physical cheating, I've still felt myself somewhat dirty, because these guys have lusted after me.

With enough emotional energy, we can be whoever we want. We feel wealthy and empowered.

With enough mental energy, we can have whatever we want. We feel wise and enlightened.

With enough money, which is also an energy, we can buy whatever we want. We feel rich.

The paradox of money is: How do we store enough in reserve, without stopping the flow.

The apparent reality is that a reserve of money attracts more money to flow, but storing money stops it flowing. Apparently the more we give out, the more we get back and the more we keep the more we attract.

The answer lies in the distinction between a reserve and savings.

A reserve of money continues to grow steadily and is never depleted and attracts more money.

Savings are a statement of not having enough. Because I do not have enough, I have to save up my money. Savings are always depleted when we eventually buy what we have been saving for. Scarcity  and poverty always attracts more of the same.

Saving physical energy is a statement of weakness.

Saving emotional energy is a statement of needing motivation.

Saving mental energy is procrastination and indecision.

With sufficient energy reserves we never need to save our energy, we never waste our energy, and we always have enough energy to use, when we want and need it.

I feel his eyes bore into my back as I interview his boss. I am strangely aware of him at his desk, facing the glass wall of his boss’ office. I shut him out, and continue with my information gathering; making this into a readable story is going to be enough of a challenge as it is.

I pause by his desk on my way out. “Time for a catch up?”

He smiles “Give me five minutes – where will you be?”

“In the members’ bar. It’s too cold to watch the game outside.”

As I wait a strange thing happens; someone recognises me, but can’t place me. It seems I have a certain profile around the club. This could be good, or bad. I will have to resist Owen’s efforts to make me put my photograph on the articles I am writing. He guards his own anonymity well enough, but having said that, wearing a suit and tie on a match day, not to mention the name, rank and photo ID badge, tends to give him away.

In the end, he has trouble finding me. When I pick my phone out of my bag to answer his call, I see his text. And then he materialises beside me and gives me the biggest hug imaginable. Two of them, in fact. Somehow my arm remains around his waist, but we disengage, and find a quiet place to talk business. And club gossip, of course. And share the stories of our respective weekends.

We need to photocopy something for the notice board and I decide, rather naughtily – and only for naughtiness’ sake – to invade his personal space quite significantly as we do it. He doesn’t handle this very well and our goodbye hug is a stiff formality.

Oh, the tedious detail of each small action! But that is how your mind works in the early stages of a flirtation; as though it doesn’t want to miss a trick, and wants to replay, analyse and evaluate every tiny nuance. And, of course, blow the whole thing out of all proportion.

Ugh, ugh, yuck, yuck. The only thing worse than feeling cruddy (caught the kids’ cold) is having a surprise “drop by” visit from Darlene. For one thing she NEVER “drops by”—and it was true today. She lingered much too long, interrupting Connor and Gary working on Connor’s school project and making it that much less possible that we’ll be able to get Scott’s bed assembled, like Gary “trust me” promised me 2 weeks ago he’d get done. I hope I didn’t seem too ingracious; kind of hid behind the not-feeling-well excuse, so excusing myself from acting more animated. Boy, that was a sucker punch to have her come by unexpectedly.

Weird thing; Scott was wearing the watch that my folks got him and she kept saying, “You’re wearing your watch. I got Connor one, too.” Then Scott said, “No, this is from my OTHER grandma and grandpa.” And I backed him up, saying he’d opened it up in Calif. She said again that she’d given Connor such a watch and he said she hadn’t, and again I agreed, saying I didn’t think I’d seen one. She’s pretty weird about being contradicted, even if it’s true. As far as I know, I’ve never seen a watch that she gave Connor.

I once made an analogy of telling yourself you like sour milk and forcing yourself to drink it down, in regard to organized religion, or having your feelings be counter to some dogma. Sometimes it’s necessary to sip at it and not let the disgust show in your face. That was me, today.

I worry about my motives and feelings. What would happen, if things turned around in Connor’s feelings for her and they had a warm and loving relationship? I would like to hope that I will be supportive of anything that makes Connor happy. I would like to hope that I don’t make subtle or not-so-subtle moves to try to discourage that. I would like to hope that I won’t treat it as a betrayal. I worry a little about that, because that’s the wrong position to put Connor into.

I don’t know how that will play out. It’s a mystery, just like it was a mystery how the toilet-learning would play out for both boys…like it was a mystery what it would be like to add a new baby to the family. This one is still unfolding and no idea of the outcome.

I suppose I should have been more warmly insistent about offering Darlene tea (I didn’t, because Gary had just offered her water—again, I was allowing myself to do the minimum.). But she’d only said she was just stopping by to drop off the valentines, and her body language seemed to indicate she wasn’t staying, too—she didn’t even take off her sunglasses. She hung around by the front door indefinitely, even when I invited her in to sit down before I went downstairs to get Connor. Her moves were ambiguous, because despite saying she wasn’t staying, she came in to the house, but didn’t sit down. Then stayed in that sort of indefinate posture. Gary initiated a move, saying that he and Connor needed to go work on the bridge, and she went down with them. I opted to not. After they were down there for a while I heard Gary say that they needed to get started again and heard her say, almost defensively, “All right” as if she was slightly offended by that. As if him saying that amounted to his asking her to leave.

It’s weird how after she leaves it takes a while for the effects to wear off. Like wine with an unpleasant finish. All right. Shake it off.

2/13/06

I was thinking about this, as I have off and on…the possibility that Darlene's behavior is nothing remarkable and that I’m unjustly holding a grudge. I think to myself that I hate to think of a time in the future when I might be rereading over this stuff and thinking I was unjustly uncharitable to a “precious” soul. That is, regret my dislike of her, regret my decision to keep my distance. For example, my decision to avoid her came after Christmas 2004, and all that went on then with her. It wasn’t just the reneging on hosting, it was the dishonest and dishonorable way she went about it. I suppose that it could be said that I’m grudge-holding, and being unforgiving. I forget—in those tricky definitions about forgiveness—does forgiveness mean we no longer hold a person’s past behavior against them? Does it mean that if we made a decision to not associate with them on the basis of a past behavior, that we’re holding a grudge? Does it mean the decision to not associate with them is invalid? I don’t think so. I don’t think forgiveness means you have to be buddies with that person.

It’s almost time for me to go if I want to fulfill a goal of going over to good will and getting a pair of black jeans that fit me. I need to stop at the library as well. Once again the time to myself has flown away. I begrudge spending the time I have alone to make phone calls, or do errands. I wonder, if Scott goes to school full time this fall, if 5 full days will feel like enough, or maybe even too much time. It’s hard to imagine since the 2 full days and 2 half days I have don’t seem at all sufficient, and I’m very stingy about giving up any of that time; even to x. Which by the way, most of the agitation around that has disappeared. I’m actually not even as fired up to find an affair. Funny how this weekend’s upcoming trip to eastern Oregon, with [friends of ours and their 2 sons], should be anticipated as fun, but instead I see it as something else to get through to get back to a normal few weeks with the alone time I can count on. Now I should go.

Cette "animation" est constituée d'un mannequin sanglé sur une chaise électrique, lorsque l'on actionne le mécanisme, le mannequin est pris de convulsions, de la fumée s'échappe de ses chaussures et des hurlements sont diffusés par un haut-parleur. Le mannequin finit par s'immobiliser.

Cette "attraction "a été achetée à Orlando (Etats-Unis) pour environ 8.OOO€ par un forain, Stéphane Camors, qui l'a importée en Europe.

Espérons que si ce Monsieur projetait de venir installer son "attraction" en Belgique, elle serait immédiatement et unanimement interdite.

A lire sur : http://menilmontant.noosblog.fr

Read more on the study here.

Kind of reminds me of the movie The Truth about Cats and Dogs where Uma Thurman and Janeane Garofalo are trying to find out if the guy would like the hot girl or the smart girl. They decided to ask him to choose if he was stuck on an island, who would he want with him: Time magazine Woman of the Year, or Playboy's Playmate of the year? I wonder what most guys would answer.

Now, the circumstances of this experiment hold a lot to be desired. How many guys can realistically take a picture and description and make any kind of real life decision like marriage? Still, I'm not totally surprised to hear and believe that men would feel threatened by a more powerful woman. It might even be thought to be emasculating to have the woman "wear the pants in the relationship," so to speak.

Another interesting study shows that there's a direct correlation between intelligence and beauty (at least with respect to body symmetry). I wonder if beautiful compensates for success in a man's eye?

I'm really curious to hear feedback on what others think. When it comes to dating, must a woman be subordinate to get a man?  Are men really threatened by female success? How big of a role do things like sense of humor and personality play in a relationship?

I think it'll be a never ending quest trying to understand the motives of the opposite sex. I have a hard time figuring myself out! :)

This is so stupid.

In Relation to not-Heath:

• I'm most likely jumping the gun on this post, as not-Heath has not yet, officially, reached the 72-hour mark, and that's the general standby in America.
• ie. the three-day rule.
• However, wtf, he was clearly besotted.  
• The hang up here (no pun), is that I might, possibly, have his number in my phone.  
• It's a missed call.
• The time-stamp shows I was called around the same time I gave not-Heath my number at the pub.
• It's possible he stored it in his phone and dialed it right away.
• It's also possible that was the Dad guy.
• No, I didn't give Dad Guy my number, but it was lying on the bar, and he was a creep.
• Jane insists that calling this number, finding out if it's not-Heath, and then (allowing that it is) following up on our plans is the only rational course of action.
• This makes me squeamish.

This is the part I think women don’t understand. When a guy falls in love, his lover’s body parts become bewitching. I’m not going to tell you that our heads don’t turn when we see a stacked blond walking down the street. But when we fall for you—really, really fall for you—you hijack our sense of beautiful. What’s sexy to us? You—in the "before" picture.

Where is this Man? And will he marry me?....LOLTechnorati Tags: Love, Attraction, Relationships, Dating, MSN, Body, Perfect, Men

                                             

                                 By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

It starts with an attraction
A relaxing massage to relax your mind and body
Soft and sweet kisses on your luscious lips
Sexy words whispered in your ear
I move slowly to your neck and lick it gently
I glide my tongue down your chest to your plump and perky breast
I take your breast into my mouth and the warmth of my mouth excites your nipples
I flick my tongue over your nipples adding to the excitement of the moment
By now your body is getting hot and your starting to moan
This excites me but my work is not complete
I move from your breast to your belly button teasing you as you anticipate more
My tongue moves to just above your clit
my plan is to make you want it
As inviting as your pussy looks, i can't help but notice your thick thighs
I play with your inner thigh getting little moans and whimper here and there
By now your sweet nectar i can't resist
I lick the outer folds of your pussy working my way to the juicy center
Your begging me for some dick, because your ready to feel me fully
We do just about every possible position, till we both reach our orgasm peak
After were done, we can do nothing but cuddle and have a good sleep
That my friend is the greatest sex!
Attraction leads to Affection and I'm attracted to you

I was thinking yesterday that lately I've just been going with the flow and going through the motions blindly. No real emotional content in anything. A little bit numb. If something came my way, I half heartedly would roll with it. I noted that I missed and needed that certain stimulation of a true mutual attraction. The lump in my throat. The tightened chest. Quick and shallow breaths. And that yearning pulling from the pit of my soul. I hadn't felt that for a while, maybe quite a while, until today.

Relief came in the form of a notably pretty, notably sexy brunette. Her skin is slightly olive . Her voice, a little deeper than many other women and sweetened with a subtle southern accent. Her body flows gracefully as she moves. And her gorgeous brown eyes, very deep. Penetrating and revealing at the same time. Very expressive, much like her magnetically charged smile. She really got me fired up and feeling totally alive again. I truly hope to be writing more post about her.

My only consolation that the rain running rivulets down my
cheek,
neck,
arms,
Is the same caressing your
face,
shoulders,
spine,

The wind tousling my hair and flirting with my skirt,
Breezes past your own ebony strands,
That silver hoop earing,
Whispering my need.

When I splash this ocean,
I pray a drop may fall on your almond skin,
A tiny token, a kiss,
To remind and invoke you.

The warming sun- do you feel it?-
That it envelop you in its heat,
as I lie on the balcony,
creating a fire of my own.

A swirl of bidi smoke, a Hindi film,
Laddus, thalis, cardamom,
And by Friday I'm in Love,
To remind me, to invoke me.

*************

The rain that caresses and softens my eyelids,
The Cupid's Bow curve of lip,
Sliding down my hips
And further, further...
Until the meadows drink deeply.

It streams between valleys, dips, and peaks,
to reveal the nature beneath cotton.

Touching with cool fingers,
Mopping with moist droplets,
It cleanses- runs rivulets between canyons,
Along ridges.
It's a river bearing physicality away.

Soon hammering the valleys with un-ending force,
Until all is left shivering.
Undulating, overlapping, flashes of stunning electricity,
Forming a thrashing Ocean from ebbing streams.

Still rivers pool as trembling thunder subsides into reminiscence.

*************

Looking over my lusty poems from traveling in India, I realize just how much passion of the relationship kind creates passion for work. It's not surprising.

This personal experience garnered from a pivotal trip abroad reminded my cynical side just how dependent we are on each other. People talk to people; women to men, men to women, men to men, women to women...With someone you feel an attraction to, any words uttered would spark an onslaught of internal dialogue. What did he mean by that? Was that a playful wink or a seductive wink? Is he checking out the girl behind me? Should I act the coy princess or the Queen of seduction? They follow and swirl and form ideas, which soon find themselves committed to paper.

Even though the chase and games of lust are often stressful, they are equally as exhilarating and fun. It's as if the sexual tension aids in seeking and bringing forth gratification in other ways- for me, namely writing. And I'm not just talking about the words I would deliberately string together in the hopes that my feelings would translate onto paper as a poem. I'm referring also to the articles written for the New Indian Express Newspaper. At one point, us interns stopped receiving assignments and were told to create our own story ideas to submit for approval. How else would I have come up with publishable work had creativity not been involved, stemming from a passion to write? And this drive to write inevitably was a result of influences around me. The thrill of putting my pedal to the medal- (or, in this case, my fingers to the keyboard), of knowing that I would attain the end result no matter what; no other writer could interfere, I was in control of my own piece... and seeing it in print the next day- was pretty close to orgasmic for this beginner writer.
Possibly I felt so inspired by the blooming (how romantic- a floral reference) feelings within, that this renewed energy sprouted (oh, another one) into all of my actions. A chain of productivity sparked by horniness, if you will.

So maybe the solution for future writer's block sufferers should be to go on a man hunt- literally. Combating the arthritis of the writing world has never been easier, right? All I need for inspiration is a hot bod and a great personality. Oh, and they have to be South Asian.
But what I look for in a man is not the focus here. Shopping list of qualities aside, it's the passion that ignites imagination and sparks drive in the end, both sexual and otherwise. So technically, it could be any kind of passion- from the intimate kind to an activity (salsa anyone?) to an inspiring speech. Pick your poison, ahem, passion.