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		<title>Comment on Angels in Disguise by Alexandria</title>
		<link>http://www.thespiritedlife.com/?p=363&#038;cpage=1#comment-1346</link>
		<dc:creator>Alexandria</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 13:36:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After my son was born with Down Syndrome, which was something I had felt very sad about, several times in his first few months of life I would feel something like a touch on my shoulder and a wave a peace would flow through me &amp; I had a very clear sense that everything would be okay. I would look around me because it felt like there was someone there but there would only be a brightness to the room.

This tended to happen when I was having a quiet, reflective moment, looking out a window for example. While we have had our challenges, without a doubt, knowing my son has been my life&#039;s greatest blessing. He&#039;s now 28.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After my son was born with Down Syndrome, which was something I had felt very sad about, several times in his first few months of life I would feel something like a touch on my shoulder and a wave a peace would flow through me &amp; I had a very clear sense that everything would be okay. I would look around me because it felt like there was someone there but there would only be a brightness to the room.</p>
<p>This tended to happen when I was having a quiet, reflective moment, looking out a window for example. While we have had our challenges, without a doubt, knowing my son has been my life&#8217;s greatest blessing. He&#8217;s now 28.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Angels in Disguise by Anna</title>
		<link>http://www.thespiritedlife.com/?p=363&#038;cpage=1#comment-1330</link>
		<dc:creator>Anna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 20:30:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hello, 
I truly enjoyed your article on Angels in disguise.
 I have two personal experiences I would like to share.
One happened about twenty years ago when I was in a hospital bed waiting to be operated on my right leg. I had been in a motorcycle accident, wearing a helmet saved my life, but I still got a concussion and a broken femur. At
the time I had spent ten long days with my leg in traction waiting for a plate with ten nails to be installed. 
I had spent an almost sleepless night, as I was very scared. I knew I was going to be moved out of the bed to be transported to the operating room. I knew that was going to be a very painful experience as any movement caused
my broken bone to shift. When the dreadful moment arrived  the man who had come  to take me to the OR called my last name, as I was sharing the room with several other ladies. When I answered, he looked at me and asked if I was by any chance related to...
Well I was, the daughter to be precise. What the man did not know was that my father had passed away
suddenly and unexpectedly a few years prior. He was saddened and surprised by the revelation and was from that moment on a true angel. He recognized how scared I was. He did his best to reassure me as much as possible. He
and the two strong nurses who had just come on duty moved me at the speed of light making the pain very short lived. He waited with me until I was wheeled into the operating room. He even came back to visit me in my room
afterward. Thanks to his kindness I got into the general anesthesia quite calm. To this day I don&#039;t know the gentleman&#039;s name, but I am very grateful he showed up when he did. I also believe that my father from the
other side had something to do with it.

My other experience had happened about two years earlier than that.
I had been traveling on my own through Scotland. I was young, short on money and staying at youth hostels. I had left the Island of Sky early in the morning. An old lady on the main land had sold me a bus ticket to a place whose name I don&#039;t remember, from which I was going to take a train to Oban. The trip was very long and I fell asleep. The bus driver woke me up to tell me it was time for me to get off. I was the only passenger to get off at that particular stop. After the bus left I realized that I was all alone on a road apparently to nowhere, and it was pitch dark.
I remembered clearly the old lady telling me that all I had to do was to cross the road and I would have been at the train station. All that I could see on the other side of the road were woods and a few single houses here and there. I started running toward them. Once I got closer I realized that one of the small building was some kind of tiny hotel. I went in and I asked the owner where the train station was. He walked out with me, pointed toward a far away light in the woods and said &quot;Over there, but you better hurry,
the train will be there shortly.&quot;
Young city girl that I was at the time, I remember running into the woods with my heavy back pack dangling on my back and memory of a scary movie involving werewolves and two young guys traveling with their back packs.
The guys were told &quot;Whatever you do stay away from the woods.&quot; It goes without saying that they did end up in the woods, where they were promptly attacked by the werewolf. So there I was, scared out of my mind, running in
the dark woods toward a light and the promised safety of an improbable railway station. When I reached the light what I found was a single railway track. I stood there totally alone trembling and looking at the trees bending in the wind.
It was then that a cat came out of the dark and approached me. He came to me like he had known me all his life. He rubbed against my legs and purred. I petted him and talked to him and immediately felt so much better. A moment later the train arrived. Amazingly the cat didn&#039;t run away. He staid there watching me climb in. I have always loved cats, and I could not imagine living my life without them. That particular feline that night was an angel to me. Objectively perhaps I may have been in no danger, but I know that without the cat I would have lost my mind with fear.

Anna</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello,<br />
I truly enjoyed your article on Angels in disguise.<br />
 I have two personal experiences I would like to share.<br />
One happened about twenty years ago when I was in a hospital bed waiting to be operated on my right leg. I had been in a motorcycle accident, wearing a helmet saved my life, but I still got a concussion and a broken femur. At<br />
the time I had spent ten long days with my leg in traction waiting for a plate with ten nails to be installed.<br />
I had spent an almost sleepless night, as I was very scared. I knew I was going to be moved out of the bed to be transported to the operating room. I knew that was going to be a very painful experience as any movement caused<br />
my broken bone to shift. When the dreadful moment arrived  the man who had come  to take me to the OR called my last name, as I was sharing the room with several other ladies. When I answered, he looked at me and asked if I was by any chance related to&#8230;<br />
Well I was, the daughter to be precise. What the man did not know was that my father had passed away<br />
suddenly and unexpectedly a few years prior. He was saddened and surprised by the revelation and was from that moment on a true angel. He recognized how scared I was. He did his best to reassure me as much as possible. He<br />
and the two strong nurses who had just come on duty moved me at the speed of light making the pain very short lived. He waited with me until I was wheeled into the operating room. He even came back to visit me in my room<br />
afterward. Thanks to his kindness I got into the general anesthesia quite calm. To this day I don&#8217;t know the gentleman&#8217;s name, but I am very grateful he showed up when he did. I also believe that my father from the<br />
other side had something to do with it.</p>
<p>My other experience had happened about two years earlier than that.<br />
I had been traveling on my own through Scotland. I was young, short on money and staying at youth hostels. I had left the Island of Sky early in the morning. An old lady on the main land had sold me a bus ticket to a place whose name I don&#8217;t remember, from which I was going to take a train to Oban. The trip was very long and I fell asleep. The bus driver woke me up to tell me it was time for me to get off. I was the only passenger to get off at that particular stop. After the bus left I realized that I was all alone on a road apparently to nowhere, and it was pitch dark.<br />
I remembered clearly the old lady telling me that all I had to do was to cross the road and I would have been at the train station. All that I could see on the other side of the road were woods and a few single houses here and there. I started running toward them. Once I got closer I realized that one of the small building was some kind of tiny hotel. I went in and I asked the owner where the train station was. He walked out with me, pointed toward a far away light in the woods and said &#8220;Over there, but you better hurry,<br />
the train will be there shortly.&#8221;<br />
Young city girl that I was at the time, I remember running into the woods with my heavy back pack dangling on my back and memory of a scary movie involving werewolves and two young guys traveling with their back packs.<br />
The guys were told &#8220;Whatever you do stay away from the woods.&#8221; It goes without saying that they did end up in the woods, where they were promptly attacked by the werewolf. So there I was, scared out of my mind, running in<br />
the dark woods toward a light and the promised safety of an improbable railway station. When I reached the light what I found was a single railway track. I stood there totally alone trembling and looking at the trees bending in the wind.<br />
It was then that a cat came out of the dark and approached me. He came to me like he had known me all his life. He rubbed against my legs and purred. I petted him and talked to him and immediately felt so much better. A moment later the train arrived. Amazingly the cat didn&#8217;t run away. He staid there watching me climb in. I have always loved cats, and I could not imagine living my life without them. That particular feline that night was an angel to me. Objectively perhaps I may have been in no danger, but I know that without the cat I would have lost my mind with fear.</p>
<p>Anna</p>
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		<title>Comment on Not So Fast! by Michelle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michelle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 03:33:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh yes! I am not sure I have reached the place where I can say &quot;Glad I waited!&quot; But I really recognize myself in what you write. The passion, the desire and frustration when Life ( either by tarot or just &quot;normal&quot; signs) screams: NO!  The reason for the negative answer is the same too: A lack of fayth in what I want to do....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh yes! I am not sure I have reached the place where I can say &#8220;Glad I waited!&#8221; But I really recognize myself in what you write. The passion, the desire and frustration when Life ( either by tarot or just &#8220;normal&#8221; signs) screams: NO!  The reason for the negative answer is the same too: A lack of fayth in what I want to do&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Not So Fast! by Affiliate Network</title>
		<link>http://www.thespiritedlife.com/?p=565&#038;cpage=1#comment-1237</link>
		<dc:creator>Affiliate Network</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 06:56:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>truly loved the article added to my favourites</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>truly loved the article added to my favourites</p>
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		<title>Comment on A Reading for an Inmate by Dan @ Survive Prison</title>
		<link>http://www.thespiritedlife.com/?p=394&#038;cpage=1#comment-1139</link>
		<dc:creator>Dan @ Survive Prison</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 22:39:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Prisoners have rights and deserve to be treated fairly and humanely, just like everyone else. Many of them are not truly bad people (and some of them are), just people that have happened to have made a mistake in their life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Prisoners have rights and deserve to be treated fairly and humanely, just like everyone else. Many of them are not truly bad people (and some of them are), just people that have happened to have made a mistake in their life.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Glad He Asked! by Pierre</title>
		<link>http://www.thespiritedlife.com/?p=693&#038;cpage=1#comment-1132</link>
		<dc:creator>Pierre</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 12:27:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Paul,

I love the way you constructed this post. Very creative to use an alter ego to bring up the right scenario for the questions to unfold naturally ans seamlessly... I expect nothing less from a master Tarot reader than creativity and imagination which you have buckets full to the brim.

Keep up the good work.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Paul,</p>
<p>I love the way you constructed this post. Very creative to use an alter ego to bring up the right scenario for the questions to unfold naturally ans seamlessly&#8230; I expect nothing less from a master Tarot reader than creativity and imagination which you have buckets full to the brim.</p>
<p>Keep up the good work.</p>
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		<title>Comment on A Mule in New Orleans by best hgh</title>
		<link>http://www.thespiritedlife.com/?p=327&#038;cpage=1#comment-918</link>
		<dc:creator>best hgh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 04:09:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This post was mentioned on Twitter by vbrothers1: RT @corey_beasley:  http://su.pr/1w1SKs…</description>
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		<title>Comment on Not So Fast! by Beth</title>
		<link>http://www.thespiritedlife.com/?p=565&#038;cpage=1#comment-395</link>
		<dc:creator>Beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 14:30:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve encountered this many times, and it&#039;s great to hear someone else say &quot;Each week I’d do another reading on the subject,&quot; always with the same answer. You&#039;d think after ten years of working with the cards I&#039;d be a little more trusting that, no, really, this is the answer you&#039;re going to get.

I&#039;ve had a consistent &quot;no&quot; answer to a relationship question -- or, what can feel worse than &quot;no,&quot; a &quot;maybe, but not right now&quot; answer. It makes me want to pick up the cards and demand, &quot;If not now, when? Why do I have to wait? What am I waiting for?&quot; But of course those are things I need to work out, and when I try to get more details the cards simply deflect the question towards the issues that ARE in front of me right now.

This is one issue that hasn&#039;t played itself out fully, but I do know that looking back on the &quot;no&quot; answers I&#039;ve received, I&#039;m already glad I listened. Timing is everything.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve encountered this many times, and it&#8217;s great to hear someone else say &#8220;Each week I’d do another reading on the subject,&#8221; always with the same answer. You&#8217;d think after ten years of working with the cards I&#8217;d be a little more trusting that, no, really, this is the answer you&#8217;re going to get.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve had a consistent &#8220;no&#8221; answer to a relationship question &#8212; or, what can feel worse than &#8220;no,&#8221; a &#8220;maybe, but not right now&#8221; answer. It makes me want to pick up the cards and demand, &#8220;If not now, when? Why do I have to wait? What am I waiting for?&#8221; But of course those are things I need to work out, and when I try to get more details the cards simply deflect the question towards the issues that ARE in front of me right now.</p>
<p>This is one issue that hasn&#8217;t played itself out fully, but I do know that looking back on the &#8220;no&#8221; answers I&#8217;ve received, I&#8217;m already glad I listened. Timing is everything.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Not So Fast! by Anna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 04:35:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh yes! I am not sure I have reached the place where I can say &quot;Glad I waited!&quot; But I really recognize myself in what you write. The passion, the desire and frustration when Life ( either by tarot or just &quot;normal&quot; signs) screams: NO!  The reason for the negative answer is the same too: A lack of fayth in what I want to do....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh yes! I am not sure I have reached the place where I can say &#8220;Glad I waited!&#8221; But I really recognize myself in what you write. The passion, the desire and frustration when Life ( either by tarot or just &#8220;normal&#8221; signs) screams: NO!  The reason for the negative answer is the same too: A lack of fayth in what I want to do&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Angels in Disguise by Paul Quinn</title>
		<link>http://www.thespiritedlife.com/?p=363&#038;cpage=1#comment-128</link>
		<dc:creator>Paul Quinn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 18:47:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kevin, thanks for sharing that terrific account of your experience. I&#039;m left wondering how many college-aged people, eager for social acceptance, have the kind of intact boundaries and respect for guidance that you drew upon?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kevin, thanks for sharing that terrific account of your experience. I&#8217;m left wondering how many college-aged people, eager for social acceptance, have the kind of intact boundaries and respect for guidance that you drew upon?</p>
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