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One of our favorite episodes yet!Lance and Jacklyn discuss Past Lives and Past Life Regression.  Jacklyn shares her personal stories from meeting the renowned  hypnotherapist Dr. Brian Weiss to her own experiences in inducing clients into a world beyond the present.Learn more abut the different theories and stories of past lives and how they can impact the present.Lance and Jacklyn also share stories from their Halloween adventures.Enjoy!

Seguimos repasando músicas y músicos del panorama de las otras músicas nacionales y lo hacemos continuando donde lo dejamos dos meses atrás. Publicamos de forma cronológica las composiciones que se comparten en este grupo de Facebook que reúne a una gran cantidad de los músicos en activo de nuestro país. Espero que este episodio os guste tanto como me ha gustado a mí. Esta semana escucharemos: Francisco José Villaescusa - Rainy Days M3tator - Good Energy Jaime Helios - Earth's Heart Neuromanter - Expansion Part 1 Memories - Javier Sequeiros Txema Cabria - Rising From The Depths Romu Agulló & Diánia Symphony Orchestra Dieddro - When You Look Around The World Tsode - Crossing Stars II Pablo Seque - The Forest Pedro Fdez - Imaginando Manchuela Cybogdrive - Sophye Loves Him AutomáticA - 1984 Javert Caran - La brise dans tes cheveux Montse Torres - Neon Light Javi Lobe - The Persistance Of Memory Michel Huygen & London Symphony Orchestra - Imaginary Movement #5 Eduardo Gutiérrez - Only Love Is Real

Happy Pisces Season and a congratulations on making it through another seven days of life on earth. On today's episode, you'll find: Things Men Can't Say A Fuckboi Named Nathan Nightmare Puppet Offers Discount Furniture Earth's Hottest Nightclub IS: Past Life Regression Therapy An excerpt from Chapter 3 of Only Love Is Real by my new fav, Dr. Brian Weiss --> Text 'ABC13' to 41444 to get a link to donate cash to the Houston Food Bank and support the folks in Texas!

Happy Pisces Season and a congratulations on making it through another seven days of life on earth. On today's episode, you'll find: Things Men Can't Say A Fuckboi Named Nathan Nightmare Puppet Offers Discount Furniture Earth's Hottest Nightclub IS: Past Life Regression Therapy An excerpt from Chapter 3 of Only Love Is Real by my new fav, Dr. Brian Weiss --> Text 'ABC13' to 41444 to get a link to donate cash to the Houston Food Bank and support the folks in Texas!

Jamie Advises to Date Someone I Like 8 Dec 2002 12:28:21 EST Subject: remote viewing To: hbaskin@bigfoot.com   I don't mind you sharing this.  I only keep it to myself to protect others around me from embarrassment.   The first recollection I have of remote viewing was as about a 4 year old child.  My uncle was burning trash and caught the woods behind our house on fire.  It looked like the blaze was all around me and I can remember going above it, seeing it confined to just the wooded area, leaving plenty of room for escape, and thus not feeling panicked over it.  Years later I heard my mother describing the event and remembered thinking that I had a bird's eye view of it, but I was still young then and didn't think that strange.   When I was raped at 14 by two men at knife point, I purposely traveled outside of my body and hovered at the ceiling.  I did it to escape the fear, the pain and the feeling of not being able to breathe.  From that vantage point is where I first saw the third man, lurking in the shadows of the doorway that I couldn't see from where my body was on the floor.  In retrospect, who knows if my non verbal pleas to him to rescue me, were heard and acted upon, or if he just was afraid they would all be charged with murder if he didn't do something, but if he hadn't stepped in when he did, I would have bled to death.  He was much bigger, taller and stronger than the other two and I have always had a hero image connected to taller men, such as you.  My secret is out...   I still never thought of it as unusual and the phrase, "out of body experience" was common in the 70's so I just figured everyone did that.  I could often "see" things that were about to happen or around the corner or from a different perspective, but didn't see it as anything note worthy.  I left home at 15 and worked as many as three jobs at the same time to provide for myself and what ever jobless man I was supporting, so I never had time to read, never had friends to talk to and never gave it much consideration.   Some things you just know.  I knew the moment I conceived my daughter.  I knew her before she was born, and tried to prevent the birth, but some things are just meant to happen.  I believe that everyone is born with that sixth sense, but we have the notion beaten out of us by a society that thinks it "weird".  From the beginning I have tried to instill in her a belief in herself and in her ability to sense the truth.  She is far more capable than I and once picked all 10 or 12 horses in Hialeah.  Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her until about the third race from the end, when she casually commented that 3 more and she would have picked them all.  When I looked at her program, she had already marked all of the winners.  I don't gamble, but was with a man who made a lot of money on those last three races.  She quickly became a favourite of all the old timers at the track.   Her ability to communicate with the cats is even more phenomenal than mine.  You can see it in her photography.  The day the serval escaped, her first words to me were, "I went to feed Pharaoh, and I couldn't feel him there."   I didn't tell you the whole story of viewing him, because I didn't want to freak you out, but this is from my journal:  It began from something that I have been doing with the cats when I am out driving around.  I visualize them, approach and hold them.  I stroke their fur and mentally talk to them about what their life experience is like.  I found it very helpful with some of the sick cats and it comforted me, if nothing else.  When trying to locate Pharaoh, I polled the cats around his cage, from a distance of about 1.5 miles.  Scratch, the cougar and Zza Zza, the ocelot have the best view of his cage and I started with them.  Scratch wasn't talking and Zza Zza said she knew and wasn't telling.  I tried Jumanji, the leopard and as he was excitedly telling me that Pharaoh had climbed out and the path he had taken, it was like Catera, the bobcat, got on the party line and in his typically excited way was gibbering away about how Pharaoh had gone right by the both of them toward the Pallas Cat, who wouldn't "pick up the line".  That line of cats was enough to tell me the cat was in Jason's yard and heading north through the woods.   I am positive that the communication with the cats and the remote viewing was accurate and not just a likely path for the cat to take, because cats, when loose, tend to go see others of their own species.  He could have gone east or west and done that, but chose to go north where there are none of his kind and mostly leopards, which are predators to him.   I even thought that since Jamie and I often can finish each other's sentences, that perhaps she had already located the cat when I "saw" him and that I was picking up on her senses, but later when she was surmising the route he took, it was different from the one the cats "reported".  We discovered later, that the route the cats said he took was the open one during that phase of feeding and not the route that she had originally suspected.  Even though it is nothing for Servals to leap a fence, they tend to walk and follow the path of least resistance, which varies as the feeders move through the property opening and shutting gates.   The hard thing to remember, in a moment of stress, such as the above, is that there are other alternatives to the obvious.   I told you about my husband's dumpster diving and how in the last year or two he was showing signs of dementia and forgetting where he was, getting stuck in dumpsters and such.  I would ask him to describe to me what he could see, but from down inside a dumpster, sometimes all he could see was sky.  I always had a connection to Don and from the time I was 19 could usually go right to him, wherever he was, just by feel.  I would drive until I felt I should turn, and was always amazed at how direct the line to him typically was.  This only got better with time, but sometimes I would see his surroundings and know where he was, and other times it was like the game you play as a kid when you guide someone by saying you're getting warm, you're getting hot...  I could actually sense this feeling as warmth, in a dark house or in complete darkness on 40 acres at Easy Street, and feel my way to him.  That was one of the things that has lead me to believe that he is dead.  Since his disappearance, I haven't been able to feel him.  Of all the people who should be able to go straight to him, I can't.  I have come to be obsessive about being near the water and wonder if, at least in part, that is why.  I know that part has to do with healing and regeneration for me.   The breathwork session that I attended in May is what really propelled me to practice remote viewing and sensing.  I have read some books and will get a list to you, but a quick read for the 15 and 19 year old might be, Only Love Is Real by Brian Weiss, the author of Many Lives, Many Masters.  The concept that I find compelling is that we have purposely come into this life and chosen our parents, siblings and special people we will "meet" along the way in order to learn the lessons we need to be more perfect.  If you take that approach, then even people who annoy you come to have a special purpose and it makes knowing them exciting.  Instead of asking the age old question of "why am I here?" you start to look around and say, "why are you here and why did I invite you here?"   My daughter asked me, "why don't you date someone you like?' and then you came along.  I know, at least from my perspective, why you are here.   This is my book list.  I started to edit it to only the spiritual related books, but all of them have contributed in some way, so I just sent the whole list.   Books Read Date Read Author Psychocybernetics 1/1/1971 Aina O. Nucho Think and Grow Rich 1/1/1972 Napolean Hill Gone With The Wind 6/1/1972 Margaret Mitchell How to Win Friends and Influence People 1/1/1973 Dale Carnegie Up A Road Slowly 1/1/1973 Irene Hunt Trump- The Art of the Deal 5/1/1985 Donald Trump The Road Less Travelled 1/1/1988 M. Scott Peck This Present Darkness 7/3/1989 Frank E. Peretti Swim With the Sharks w/o Being Eaten Alive 5/1/1996 Harvey MacKay The Bible 3/1/1997 God The Millionaire Next Door 9/1/1997 Thomas J. Stanley Land Trust Ownership and Conveyance Made Safe 11/1/1997 Florida Bar Mere Christianity 11/1/1997 C. S. Lewis Buying Right 1/15/1998 John Schaub Positive Landlording in a Negative World 2/1/1998 John Schaub How To Profit From Tax Breaks in R.E. 3/1/1998 John Schaub One Step Beyond 4/1/1998 Peter Fortunato The Richest Man in Babylon 5/1/1998 George S. Clason Don't Sweat The Small Stuff 2/1/1999 Richard Carlson 10 Habits of Highly Successful People 3/1/1999 Stephen L. Covey Built To Last 4/1/2000 James c. Collins Practical Miracles for Mars and Venus 9/1/2000 John Gray, PhD Footprints on the Path 10/1/2000 Eileen Caddy AZA Manual of Federal Wildlife Regulations 10/15/2000 AZA A Guide For The Advanced Soul 11/1/2000 Susan Hayward Losing Paradise 12/30/2000 Paul G. Irwin The Emerging Mind 1/1/2001 Karen Nesbitt Shanor Undeniable Evidences 2/1/2001 Farrell Jenkins Dream Weaver web page bldr 3/1/2001 Joseph W. Lowery The Entrepreneurial Cat 4/1/2001 Mary Hessler Key FrontPage 2000 for Dummies 5/1/2001 Asha Dornfest Control Your Destiny, or someone else will 6/1/2001 Noel M. Tichy Self Hypnosis, Plain and Simple 7/1/2001 C. Alexander Simpkins Body For Life 7/15/2001 Bill Phillips Life Strategies 8/1/2001 Phil McGraw? Marketing Without Advertising 8/13/2001 Michael Phillips and Salli Rasberry Cause Related Marketing 10/2/2001 Sue Adkins Dear Mum 11/1/2001 Bradley Trevor Greive Disposable Pets 11/6/2001 Craig Brestrup Animal Underworld 12/1/2001 Alan Green Art of Tantric Sex 12/1/2001 Nitya Lacroix What Animals Teach Us 12/15/2001 Mary Hessler Key 203 Ways to Drive a Man Wild in Bed 1/1/2002 Olivia St. Claire Vibrations 2/20/2002 Report on Radionics 3/5/2002 Edward W. Russell Photonic Therapy 3/12/2002 Dr. Brian McLaren Earth's Radiation 3/13/2002 Kathe Bachler Auras 3/14/2002 Edgar Cayce Holographic Universe 3/22/2002 Michael Talbot Radionics and the Subtle Anatomy of Man 3/24/2002 David V. Tansley Hands of Light 4/10/2002 Barbara Ann Brennen The Meaning of the Enneagram 4/15/2002 Don Richard Riso & Russ Hudson The Enneagram  Understanding Yourself & Others 4/27/2002 Helen Palmer The Breathwork Experience 5/25/2002 Kylea Taylor Through Time Into Healing 9/13/2002 Brian L. Weiss, M.D. Personality Types Using the Enneagram for Discovery Don Richard Riso & Russ Hudson Only Love Is Real 4/28/2002 Brian L. Weiss, M.D. Messages From the Masters 5/8/2002 Brian L. Weiss, M.D. The Legend of the Eagle Clan 6/9/2002 Clemonts? Conversations With God book 3 Everyday Immortality 6/15/2002 Deepak Chopra An Ancient Magical Prayer 6/1/2002 Deepak Chopra The 7 Spiritual Laws of Success 6/20/2002 Deepak Chopra Many Lives, Many Masters 9/5/2002 Brian L. Weiss, M.D. Through Cougar's Eyes David Raber Wisdom of the Enneagram 6/3/2002 Don Richard Riso & Russ Hudson Love 8/30/2002 Leo Buscaglia He Chose Nails Max Lucado The Issaih Effect 9/11/2002 Bradley Bay Sailors First Mate Program Sept 2002 12/5/2002 Jim Sexton The Dead Sea Scolls The Nag Hamadi Library Endless Referrals Bob Burg Masters of Networking Misener and Morgan The Reconnection by Dr. Eric Pearl The Celestine Prophecy #1     8 Dec 2002 08:11:37 EST Subject: Monday To: hbaskin@att.net   Would you like to see my home on Monday?   The freakish cat Maya is on the screened porch, and I haven't seen how she is with people yet, so you should probably come to the back door which is to the right as you approach the house.  Knock loudly as the house is very well insulated.   I've been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views.  If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story.  The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/   I know there will be people who take things out of context and try to use them to validate their own misconception, but you have access to the whole story.  My hope is that others will recognize themselves in my words and have the strength to do what is right for themselves and our shared planet.     You can help feed the cats at no cost to you using Amazon Smile! Visit BigCatRescue.org/Amazon-smile   You can see photos, videos and more, updated daily at BigCatRescue.org   Check out our main channel at YouTube.com/BigCatRescue   Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only and is my opinion.

Twenty minutes and a 175 page book changed my life tonight.  I broke up with Peter Kent yesterday and chose to avoid him until he had some time to cool down and collect his thoughts.  I came home today after morning services hoping that we could talk reasonably and settle the matter of his moving out, but he still has not come home, called or emailed.  I felt compelled to read a book I just bought called “Only Love Is Real” by Brian L. Weiss, M.D. even though it was not next on my list.   Weiss spoke of how soul mates recognize each other when they look into each other's eyes and sometimes even before that.  I thought of  my boyfriend's words from his profile, “My spirit will know her when we meet”.  I loved him from that day and was sure he was my soul mate.  Meeting him threw me off, because his eyes seemed veiled to me, like he was hiding something.  His words struck chords that my soul had longed to hear again, but his eyes were always distant somehow.  Only recently have I felt that I could see him, or that he was seeing me, when our eyes met, but by then the damage had been done to my trust and it was too late.   The book mentioned chronic pain and without my boyfriend in my life I have found myself fearful of reverting to the bone crushing headaches, the agonizing menstrual pain and the paralyzing pain in my lower, middle back.  How would I cope with this pain without my boyfriend's skills as a Chiropractor and Acupuncturist to relieve it?  Dr. Weiss suggested that chronic pain is often the result of a previous life injury and is sort of a reminder to remember who we were and why we are here now.   I looked around the room at the Icart's on the wall and the flair for the 1920's and 1930's that pervades my life in choices of clothing, art, furniture and cars.  I remembered the reoccurring dream of committing suicide by driving my convertible at top speed into the rock face at the top of a mountain road.  I remember the impact, feeling the steering column crush into my abdomen and through me.  I remember the bone crushing impact of my head with the dash and collapsing windshield.  I remember the anger of having been jilted and swearing that no man would ever do that to me again.  I was arrogant, superficial, wealthy and full of anger at having been betrayed.  I couldn't cope with the feelings and took my own life with a sense of indignant revenge.  The dream ends with me floating above my body, incredulous at my self destruction.  I have had the dream many times and since my amnesia even wondered if it happened in this life and I had survived.   That could explain volumes.  It would probably be my most recent death and would explain all of my pain.  The car I loved most in the world was a 1937 Mercedes Gazelle convertible that Don bought for me.  Don was born the year that type of car was new.  I loved that car like I have never loved any possession.  I drove it so carefully and loved the feel of the wind in my hair.  I had a similar one before, but it didn't “feel” right and I sold it in only a month or two.  After Don's disappearance, I was selling off the equipment and cars and one of the dealers kept pestering me to sell him my little roadster.  I finally did and rationalized to myself that I would have killed myself in it anyway.  It was a kit car on a Taurus frame, with a VW engine.  I drove it like a little old lady.  What would have possessed me to think such a thing or to part with the car I loved so much?   The author went on to tell how he regressed patients through past lives using a hall with doors on either side and he would tell his client that each door represented a life or an important memory.  He would instruct them to wait until a door opened and then go through it and look at their shoes.  From there they would describe themselves and then the relevant scene that was unfolding.   I have been told that you can't meditate with an agenda and that whatever is most important will happen of its own accord, but thinking myself more disciplined, I figured I could go back to the moments before the crash and figure out where the rage came from and what I could learn from the scene.  I went out to the hot tub hoping the warmth of the water would enhance that in utero passage, but the filter motor was on and annoying me.  I couldn't concentrate.  I walked myself down the familiar 15 steps, but this time they were much broader than they have been while I was in hypnotherapy with Herb Hamilton.  I stood in the hall, waiting for a door to open for what seemed eons, but the filter was drawing my attention away and I was about to give up when the last door on the right opened.  I ran for it and looked at my feet.   I still had ugly feet but these were dirtier and more tan.  They were more even toed than mine and they were bound in twine like sandals.  My hair was black and long and I wore a white dress that looked like a sheet tied with a rope at the waist.  I looked up and saw the coliseum full of drunken spectators.  They were blood thirsty and screaming.  My hands were bound and my feet were shackled such that I could walk, but not freely.  I was tied to several others who were garbed like me.  There were men, women and children of all ages.   We were Christians and these Romans hated us.  They didn't understand us.  One on one, we could reach them with the Truth, but in howling masses like this there was no hope for them.  I knew we were here to be killed by lions, but I was at peace.  I knew what was on the other side and this moment would be brief and painless.  My loved ones were not with me and I had no thought about those I would be leaving behind.  Perhaps there were none.  The others were afraid and tried to run, pulling each other down.  The children were the first to fall and the lions dove in for them first, ripping them apart.  My heart went out to the children in their fear but also to the cats that had been starved and tortured to insure that they would do their job this day.  I saw others in the group being mauled and ripped limb from limb.  Although I was attached to them, I was not pulled down.  I knew to stay face to face with the great cats and to not let them get behind me.  (How did I know that?) A huge male was snarling menacingly just inches from my face, but I did not back away.  I dropped my gaze in submission to let him know that I was not his aggressor.  The lionesses and another male circled me.   I heard Susan Aronoff's words, “Look into her eyes…she's an old soul.”  I looked up and saw Sarabi looking back at me with all of the love that she looks at me with now.  She was there to let me know that I was not alone.   I looked for Mufasa.  I knew he would be here too, and he was.  His eyes spoke the same comfort to me.  I had done my job, this life was over and they were here to see me to the other side.  I turned my back on the aggressive lion and stared back with recognition and appreciation at Sarabi.  The angry lion took my neck into his great jowls and with one quick and painless thrust of his canines through my neck and spinal cord my spirit was released.  (I broke my neck in an auto accident when I was 16).   I began to cry, gently at first for the loving spirits that they were to see me through, but then I thought of Mufasa's death.  I had ridden in the back of my pick up in his cage with him all the way from Tampa to Gainesville.  I held him closely, my face buried in his mane.  I told him I would be there for him.  I knew I was going to lose him, even though he was only supposed to be going in for X-rays.  I stayed with him until he was asleep, under anesthesia.  The vets made me leave him there that night and I got the call the next morning that he was dead.  My tears now became more violent as I cursed myself for not staying with him like he had done for me.  I knew before the call that he was dead.  He had come to me to let me know, just minutes before.   Susan might be the most unenlightened person I have ever met, but her words ring in my ears every time I see a photo of Sarabi and Mufasa and every time I look into Sarabi's eyes.  The lesson in that is that even the dullest person has reason for his or her existence and that no one should be discounted.  It is ironic to note that Sarabi was chosen as the cat most closely resembling the extinct Barbary Lion when the King of Morocco sent Wildlink to the U.S. to look at 327 lions in zoos across the nation.  They only selected two for the reintroduction program and Sarabi was the female.  I thought it strange that the rarest cat in the world would be living here on Easy Street.  The Barbary Lions were the cats used to kill Christians in Rome.   I remembered the grief that Sarabi went through when Mufasa did not return.  She had strength and will beyond description to break free of her half-acre cage to go to him.  I could not console her.  We grieved together, but maybe her more so, because I think she was the more enlightened soul.  I remembered how both of them always hugged my neck so tightly, as if they never wanted to let go.  I thought back to the day Sarabi nearly killed me by accident when she hugged me around the chest, instead of my neck, and I couldn't breathe.  That was the last time I went in with her and I have missed her hugs more than any human touch that I have ever encountered.   My tears then came as great heaving sobs.  I hardly recognized my own voice as I wailed.  How I love them both!   How horrible that this beautiful spirit is confined to a prison cell her entire life, separated from her soul mate and only able to make contact with me at my discretion.  I thought of all the wondrous spirits of all the cats that I have felt such a strong connection with.   I wondered if we have been lovers, parent and child or siblings over the eons and now they are confined to live out their majesty in the confines of a prison with no hope of release and no hope of ever being able to connect with the others that they too have loved.  And those are just the cats I know.  What about all of the cats that I look at, and love, but do not recognize?  What lives have they given up to teach us the importance of love, compassion, respect and responsibility?   I am confined to only seeing cats with this ability.  What of all the animals?  All of them here at our pleasure, some to be eaten, others to be worn, others to be killed for sport, others to be gawked at in zoos and entertainment, some to endure the misery of research, others to be abandoned as pets…  The list of ways that we are cruel are endless.   All of this happened in 20 minutes, but it forever changed the way I see these animals and it strengthened my resolve to see to it that the lesson they have to teach is heard.   I've been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views.  If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story.  The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/   I know there will be people who take things out of context and try to use them to validate their own misconception, but you have access to the whole story.  My hope is that others will recognize themselves in my words and have the strength to do what is right for themselves and our shared planet.     You can help feed the cats at no cost to you using Amazon Smile! Visit BigCatRescue.org/Amazon-smile   You can see photos, videos and more, updated daily at BigCatRescue.org   Check out our main channel at YouTube.com/BigCatRescue   Music (if any) from Epidemic Sound (http://www.epidemicsound.com) This video is for entertainment purposes only and is my opinion.

bookmark[it] is a new series on the It's Called Happenness podcast where Angie and Nicole talk about books they've read which have influenced their lives in one way or another. Only Love Is Real is a book written by the well-known psychiatrist, hypnotherapist, and author, and someone Angie and Nicole admire, Brian Weiss. Nicole talks about this book, what it means to have past lives, and how those past lives affect our present life particularly with our soulmates. 

Talking with Connie Jordan about communicating with the dead, loss in comedy and deportation. With Irish Joe and Mrs B. Links for everything below! **Music:** BLOOD - Horses In Heaven https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiZM0RtvvLU  Conor Mason - We watched The Sky Rotate https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oq7heooqqqE BLOOD - The Night https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RAZql43kZ54 Martin Jordan - "The Dreaming Sea" and "Only Love Is Real" https://www.reverbnation.com/pureheartmusic **Guests:** Connie Jordan (and Martin[and Andrew}): https://www.facebook.com/104291312965731/posts/2150209708373871?sfns=cl www.pureheartspace.com www.youtube.com/dynamicduo7777 https://youtu.be/Lm0Asv1-is4 https://www.facebook.com/104291312965731/posts/2150209708373871?sfns=cl Irish Joe: https://twitter.com/IrishJoeTheDon1 Mrs B: Twitter.com/MRSBlackPasta MrBlack: twitter.com/MrBlackPasta

Pastor David wraps up the finale week of the series "Only Love is Real" Catch up on the rest of the series and other past sermons at believerscenter.com or on the app! 

Pastor David wraps up the finale week of the series "Only Love is Real" Catch up on the rest of the series and other past sermons at believerscenter.com or on the app!

Pastor David wraps up the finale week of the series "Only Love is Real" Catch up on the rest of the series and other past sermons at believerscenter.com or on the app!

Only Love Is Real by Kyle Hollingsworth by World Parkinson Coalition with support from the Parkinson’s Resources of Oregon

Namaste Yogis, This is Andrew Sealy here to welcome YOU to The YOGA REVEALED PODCAST!   And ohhh MY YOGI do we have a show for you today!  Back in March Alec and I went on a journey to the beautiful land of Hawaii for Wanderlust Oahu.  There we had the amazing experience of Wanderlust from a presenter's point of view.  We found ourselves on stage singing “ONLY LOVE IS REAL” with the one and only MC Yogi, otherwise known as Nicholas G.  As he illumined the crowd with a sing along flow, It was only a short time later that we would come to know, How deep MC Yogi could go… Listen close as he shares his deep roots in and conscious messages through his ART of music.  MC Yogi blends his LOVE of Yoga culture with storytelling, hip hop, and modern kirtan that will have you bouncing on your yoga mat. On this episode MC reveals the power of mantra and its transformative energy while touching on some of the key factors that helped him blossom into the truly well experienced Yogi he is today.  MAKE SURE to check out more behind the scenes footage of this interview at YogaRevealed.com/MCYogi where we will upload the full length video interview;  Taking you to from the stage to the interview room to witness the true power of connection as MC Yoga reveals his deep roots.   Get ready to bounce and jive to the VIBE As MC Yoga reveals how to uplift a positive TRIBE… On this episode of the Yoga Revealed Podcast.   Thank you for tuning into the Yoga Revealed Podcast.  You can learn more about MC Yogi and his concious Yoga Music at http://www.mcyogi.com/ Make sure to check out his amazing live presence http://www.mcyogi.com/tour and his Album “ Only Love IS REAL” AND special treat Yoga Revealers!  BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THE YOGA REVEALED BOOK CLUB launching THIS MONTH with special recommendations and reviews from real Yogis just like YOU!  We have a passion for expanding our knowledge and growing a conscious community with your participation So make sure to sign up for our newsletter for Exclusive behind the scene footage and updates.  Namaste… Until next time Yogis,  Live Light Shine Bright! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Practical tips for choosing love over fear on a moment to moment basis with a bonus meditation at the end.

DR. BRIAN WEISS: "I'm thrilled to present this new Afterlife TV episode featuring Dr. Brian Weiss. Brian is the author of Many Lives, Many Masters, Through Time Into Healing, Only Love Is Real, Messages From The Masters, Same Soul, Many Bodies, and more. In this interview, Brian Weiss talks about whether we reincarnate as animals (or animals as humans), how many lifetimes most people have experienced, if past life regression can cause issues in addition to healing them, what to do when we experience a traumatic past life memory, how often we regress to a lifetime that is relevant to our current issues, and Dr. Weiss' viewpoints on 'old souls' and 'soul mates.' I had a lot of fun interviewing Brian, and I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did." ~ Bob Olson, Afterlife TV Dr. Brian Weiss, author of Many Lives, Many Masters, talks about past life regression.  As a traditional psychotherapist, Dr. Brian Weiss was astonished and skeptical when one of his patients began recalling past life traumas that seemed to hold the key to her recurring nightmares and anxiety attacks. His skepticism was eroded, however, when she began to channel messages from "the space between lives," which contained remarkable revelations about Dr. Weiss's family and his deceased son. Using past life therapy, he was able to cure the patient and embark on a new, more meaningful phase of his own career. A graduate of Columbia University and Yale Medical School, Brian L. Weiss M.D. is Chairman Emeritus of Psychiatry at the Mount Sinai Medical Center in Miami. Dr. Weiss conducts national and international seminars and experiential workshops, as well as training programs for professionals. You can visit Dr. Brian Weiss' website at www.BrianWeiss.com, become a fan on Facebook at www.facebook.com/DrBrianWeiss, or follow him on Twitter at www.twitter.com/DrBrianWeiss You can purchase a copy of Many Lives, Many Masters by clicking here (affiliate) http://www.Amazon.com.