<?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-7698307292091220119</id><updated>2011-11-25T09:30:24.699Z</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Lights</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes myself or other Circle members receive communication which we feel to be from a Spirit communicator or Guide.  As we cannot prove this to be so under the terms of Physical Mediumship, but have been asked by Spirit to publish some of these messages, we have opened this section for the publication of a selection of this material.  Chris Di Nucci</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-5489831096217633943</id><published>2011-09-24T07:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:04:02.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive!</title><content type='html'>I woke a few minutes ago with&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;smiling and excited face of a teenage boy looking at me.&amp;nbsp; He is of mixed race...he says&amp;nbsp;his nan and his dad is Jamaiican. He's wearing a bright yellow over-sized striped baseball shirt, baggy black shorts that reach below his knees, white socks and oversized black trainers.&amp;nbsp; His cap is worn&amp;nbsp;on the side of his head with the wide peak askew.&amp;nbsp; He's telling me that his name is "Jermaine"...a lady of about 35-40 is standing beside him telling him to go ahead...she is&amp;nbsp;just under 5ft tall&amp;nbsp;with short brown&amp;nbsp;naturally wavy hair, she's speaking with a Welsh accent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Welsh lady&amp;nbsp;says she is&amp;nbsp;a foster-carer like...and that Jamaine made good.&amp;nbsp; Many of his mates will remember that his pals called him back on stage after a youth stage show (Jamaine was wearing this yellow outfit at the time)...they gave him a standing ovation for 'making good'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He was supported by Social workers and he&amp;nbsp;made a large group of friends whilst in care. The police will remember him...he grins sheepishly.&amp;nbsp; But all that changed and he made good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked why he is giving me this message.&amp;nbsp; He says I know Welsh people....several have come as guests to the circle recently...he didn't know them, but he wants everyone...his mates...to know he's alive and didn't die.&amp;nbsp; He is just wanting them to know...that's all.&amp;nbsp; He means no trouble like...he means no harm...he made good he did....it is a true and real happening.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's my pleasure to support you Jermaine.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Di Nucci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURTHER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaine passed as an adult. &amp;nbsp;He was then living in a city...maybe London.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He had a council flat there.&amp;nbsp; There&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;an accident from which he didn't fully recover...he lived&amp;nbsp;on his own and didn't get much help to feed himself and he walked the streets a lot.&amp;nbsp; He passed a couple of years later when he was 30-35.&amp;nbsp; He feels all that to be unimportant.&amp;nbsp; His friends were those he shared life with during the time he lived in Wales.&amp;nbsp; Most of those friends are still living and he wants them to know that he's fine and he&amp;nbsp;hopes they meet again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He says he sees them sometimes, but they do not see him.&amp;nbsp; He seems to have passed fairly recently...10 to 15 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-5489831096217633943?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/5489831096217633943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/5489831096217633943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive!'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-2083774893346204101</id><published>2010-02-12T08:18:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:07:51.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Giving too much</title><content type='html'>Dave is our most long serving sitter. Despite witnessing the development of many others within the circle, he has little belief in his own abilities as a psychic medium. However, recently when seated at his computer he found that he had subconsciously typed this advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To give and not to count the cost to yourself is fine. Wise giving, where effective, thrifty results are realised. Foolish giving, that is wasted, is taking from the needy..and so is not wise giving. &lt;em&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an experience can come to many. Such guidance is valuable to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-2083774893346204101?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/2083774893346204101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/2083774893346204101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2010/02/dave-is-our-most-long-serving-sitter.html' title='Giving too much'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-5615622592008222762</id><published>2009-04-24T05:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:41:12.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Being woken in the early hours with a visual message like this one is not something I have experienced before and is not something I wish to experience again. However, as with any of the messages here, it begs to be offered forward towards someone that may understand its full meaning for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The visualisation was of a person (the facial features are undefined, so the age and sex is open to anyone's guess) with damp hair and face. There is a clear watery fluid over this person's face. The face appears to have acne, or some similar condition. There is fluid (that is not water) on the hair also. This hair is light brown in colour and straight; it just reaches the shoulders in length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I understand that the fluid upon the face (and on the hair too) is Vodka. This appears to be a homemade idea, the person having read somewhere that alcohol has a de-greasing and cleansing affect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Perhaps their greasy hair and skin condition has caused them to seak a remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Within the visualisation the person is standing beside a gas cooker, and has struck a match to light the right hand front burner of a white gas cooker. The explosion was rapid, sharp, and instantaneous. Little damage was done to the kitchen. The explosion burned the persons face, the front of their hair, and their chest through their thin clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm not going back to bed til this picture has been removed from my mind. Thanks FC for this warning, as presumably it is meant to reach someone to whom it applies, and may prevent this accident from occuring. I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chris Di Nucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-5615622592008222762?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/5615622592008222762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/5615622592008222762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-7769220977069742429</id><published>2009-01-17T20:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:17:33.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Channelled communication from 'Joseph'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life is a continuum, consisting of a periods of time on earth and in the spirit world. There are many combinations that can be lived within these settings depending on the individual. The purpose of life is life-long learning for the betterment of mankind. For learning to occur support is necessary. This may be physical, emotional and/or spiritual. The combination of the earth plane and spirit in the form of a team, provides the best environment for learning. When both sides can flow freely according to the need of the situation, it is the ultimate environment. A person's ability to allow this to happen does not make them a better or cleverer medium or person. This balance is just a good and useful ability. The world is made up of many individuals, some with balanced teams and others with imbalanced ones. None are right or wrong, better or worse, some just allow achievement more easily.  A medium's spirit team does not have to be particularly well developed, but successful learning can occur easier with a team that is well balanced. Others may need more highly developed spirit teams to compensate for the lesser balance. Everyone, whether earthly or spirit, has a place to be and a part to play. No-one is better or worse, greater or smaller, some have just learned more or can enable easier learning. Life is one big blend, some say give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joseph (spirit communicator)  January 17th 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-7769220977069742429?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/7769220977069742429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/7769220977069742429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2009/01/channelled-communication-from-joseph.html' title='Channelled communication from &apos;Joseph&apos;'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-4783594982290714625</id><published>2008-10-05T09:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:00:52.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality of perception....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Very recently one of our members was woken strongly feeling upset, in the early hours of the morning, due to a clarity of a vision. The picture she sensed was that of a small room. Within the room was a young man of about 18. The feeling and emotion impressed upon our viewer was one of fear, of danger, of entrapment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The young adult was faced with further negativity (which may have been drugs related) which he felt and knew to be of his own making. Due to youthful experimentation and decision he now found himself in a personal hell hole from which he lacked the experience to escape. He felt that there was nothing he could do. He felt bonded to others, his friends, who shared his darkness. He felt that together they might find a way through. He felt homeless and felt that his family had rejected him. He felt unable to gain employment, feeling his personal lack of worth in a world where paid employment has become essential for survival. At 18 he felt that his life was close to ending. He knew nothing further, all he could percieve was darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The feelings felt by the viewer, which she felt to be reflective of the feelings of this young man were overwhelmingly dark and hopeless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Asking Spirit what she might do to help, the viewer was assured that the sending of positive energy towards her grandson would be of the greatest value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The perception of his family, that this young man was simply 'feeling his feet' in ways often typical of youth, was in fact an assumed perception and far from the perceived reality within the mind of the young person concerned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Reality itself is a perception. We have a responsibility to question our perception of reality, for others do not live as we perceive them to be living. Each is within their own reality and linked within the whole, which itself is only as real as one can perceive it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-4783594982290714625?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/4783594982290714625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/4783594982290714625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-within-physical-world.html' title='Reality of perception....'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-3325939689335211663</id><published>2008-07-03T22:05:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:31:57.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Channelled Spirit Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;The following communication was received through a Trance Medium and each was recorded within the Spirit Sanctuary circle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Charlie explains Reality:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/9nly8lk0kk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.box.net/shared/9nly8lk0kk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Web and map of existence:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/0bzr0riwc8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.box.net/shared/0bzr0riwc8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Evolving spirit forms:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/lpkve4zcww"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.box.net/shared/lpkve4zcww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Energy webs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/1j8bbc4o4c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;http://www.box.net/shared/1j8bbc4o4c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;Circles can help spirits to heal:  &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/ht71qp7acg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;http://www.box.net/shared/ht71qp7acg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-3325939689335211663?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/3325939689335211663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/3325939689335211663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2008/07/channelled-spirit-communication.html' title='Channelled Spirit Communication'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-3851718774745911547</id><published>2008-05-22T08:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:02:34.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;For those who have looked through the pages of The Bristol Spirit Lodge Circle (and if you haven't looked then please do so now as you might enjoy it) and remain of the opinion that all this stuff is beyond reason, is way out, can't happen, defies the laws of science, and is anyway 'all wrong somehow' and no-one with any sense would touch it with a barge pole.....all I can say is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There are some oddities in the perspective with which we view things. The fact that we live at the bottom of a gravity well, on the surface of a gas-covered planet that is travelling round a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away, and think this is normal, is obviously some indication that we have lost the plot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Before the invention of the telescope we, the world, was thought to be the centre of 'everything'. The telescope showed us a wider view, and we saw that our world is one of many worlds within our galaxy, and that our galaxy is one of millions or billions that make up the universe, and that quite possibly there may be many million or billions more universes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Through magnification we have discovered that in fact the universe is composed almost entirely of, nothing. There is almost all nothing out there in the universe, with tiny specs of light, the odd rock or two, balls of gas. But mostly, 'nothing'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Further maginification, at subatomic level, we have learned that solid world we live in also consists of almost nothing, and the closer we look, the less reality there appears to be. That is, there is less reality, than the reality as we feel we know reality to be. But of course, as mentioned before, our perspective is somewhat askew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mankind has learned many things since Newton defined the laws of motion, through taking things apart to see how they worked. This is fine, until you're working with cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you try to take a car apart to see how it works, the first thing you have in your hands is a nonworking car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Life is a level of complexity that further lies beyond our ability to comprehend. How does one define life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;We feel that we instinctively know when a living this IS a living thing. But do we really know this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;A scrap of fabric snipped from a dress may be perceived as 'not living'. But aside from the fact that tangled within the fibres of itself are billions of microscopic organisms that are capable of growth an reproduction and are therefore living, there is also the fact that the fabric itself is actually composed of nothing. Therefore, by majority, the fabric consists of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What do we know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What we are doing here, amongst many other things within the circle, is questioning further and looking towards learning a little more about the nature of consciousness and reality. This is just my view of it though, and I am certain that everyone who comes here sees things from a different perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chris Di Nucci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-3851718774745911547?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/3851718774745911547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/3851718774745911547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2008/05/food-for-thought.html' title='* Food for thought'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-3794813486064458900</id><published>2008-04-15T23:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:30:19.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* Walking Ouija's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Some time ago one of the sitters in our circle brought up a question regarding the benefit of meditating as a group before a séance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;We therefore raised the question with the main spirit organiser of the circle -FC- who was of the opinion that this was not required and might indeed be deterimental. FC strongly advised entering the lodge in our more natural state of joking and general laughter. No particular reason was given as to &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; meditating was not a particularly good idea at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;More recently FC volunteered some additional clarification that seems to be worthy of sharing on the circle websites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;We have been told that although some of the regular sitters have strong spirit guides that can act as ‘doorkeepers’ this is not always the case for all sitters. To meditate might bring forward all the sitter's guides, and those guides with less experience may not have the required strength to maintain the integrity of the séance, and this could effectively put the Circle at risk. FC light-heartedly described inexperienced sitters approaching the seance in the mode of walking Ouija boards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;All circles are different and what’s right for us may not be right for others. Always follow your own first-hand guidance from Spirit whenever you can. However, this seems like sound advice and is probably a good starting point for anyone setting up a circle for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-3794813486064458900?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/3794813486064458900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/3794813486064458900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-ouijas.html' title='* Walking Ouija&apos;s'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-3285572731747292905</id><published>2008-02-22T17:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:59:51.053Z</updated><title type='text'>* True Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Working in any way with Spirit, be it through healing or mediumship or any of the many other ways in which sensitivity and awareness are expanded, can often produce unexpected side effects. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When these new ‘awakenings’ are first experienced, they are not always fully recognised for what they are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting within any circle and particularly so within a physical circle, may result in unanticipated personal development. As such awareness starts to grow, the sitters may often times become seduced by their new feelings.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many too may feel the stirring of such awareness and perceive it as being something that they themselves, as an individual, need to pursue. They may see it as something that they need to develop and pursue outside of the home circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may then decide to leave the circle. They may be so blinded by their desire for personal growth that they do not perceive that Spirit offered them this awareness due to their intended purpose and inclusion here, They fail to understand this. Instead they feel Spirit’s connection but misinterpret the cause and leave according to their perceived 'personal need'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All have free will to follow their own pathway. If this becomes their chosen path then so be it. There is no room for ego, so better that they move on if ego be their master.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Interpreted guidance from 'FC'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663366;"&gt;'FC' is a spokesperson for Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-3285572731747292905?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/3285572731747292905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/3285572731747292905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2008/02/selfless-circle.html' title='* True Circle'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-7607077533867697140</id><published>2008-02-10T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:59:05.859Z</updated><title type='text'>* Self Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;One of the Circle members recently had an accident that damaged his finger quite badly. However he noticed that the damage was healing remarkably well. Spirit gave this explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;Your finger is healing well because you have been sitting quietly and inviting Spirit in. Your damaged finger indicates through a change in energy waves that it 'has the natural intention' to heal itself. Spirit energy, when invited in, is aware of this change in energy waves, and reacts to the intention ...so assists in the process of healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;The Circle member has indeed recently started the habit of just sitting quietly for 15 minutes each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-7607077533867697140?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/7607077533867697140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/7607077533867697140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2008/02/self-healing.html' title='* Self Healing'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-7562076062176929189</id><published>2008-01-04T11:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:00:17.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* Conception of Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some occasions in life when personal tragedies can seem overwhelming and often the death of a loved one, particularly a child, can feel almost more than one can bear.&lt;br /&gt;But when we accept that physical life is only one version of a never-ending life, our perspective can change. And when we change our perspective, then our perception of the Truth can also change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following was given by Spirit in response to a question asked by one of the circle members, whose family had recently experienced the loss of twins through an early miscarriage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Through evolution mankind has evolved to their loss. The transition from the Spirit world towards the experience of Physical Life is a time of great learning.&lt;br /&gt;For those within Physical Life to become enabled to support such a learning experience is a great thing. It is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;...But I am informing you of the value, to the foetus and to those within the Spirit world, of the period of foetal development before birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The growth of the physical form. The experience of growth and the development of a physical life form is a unique time of learning. Of experiencing organic growth within a physical form. A valuable experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It is an act of love, you understand. No greater gift from mankind can be offered to those in Spirit. No greater gift can be offered from those in Spirit to those upon the earthplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The foetus experiences support from those within the Spirit world, there is much learning, group learning taking place, you understand?&lt;br /&gt;It should be appreciated, the enabling of this experience. This experience may be chosen for this purpose alone, for the learning. It may not be the intent of Spirit to experience birth. There is no loss, there is completion of purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yet it can seem to be upsetting...if someone is pregnant and happy and then loses the baby before it's even born. It is a sadness but a joy, such a joy. For this foetus has learned much and will continue in life, to experience further for itself. There is no loss in reality. There is only sadness because of the misunderstanding and ignorance of mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It is the way of Spirit. I offer this to you. For you may reach others who may also be open to hearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-7562076062176929189?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/7562076062176929189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/7562076062176929189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2008/01/conception-of-perception.html' title='* Conception of Perception'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-4239685726985746352</id><published>2007-12-02T06:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:06:39.183Z</updated><title type='text'>* Lavender Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I woke at 5.45 on a cold Sunday morning. Hardly awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I saw ahead of me a little old lady sitting in a wheelchair. I do not consider myself to have abilities of clairvoyance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Her eyes held mine. I asked her name. She smiled gently. I snuggled down into my bed, closing my eyes. I knew she was still there, and when I opened my eyes again she was exactly as before. I looked at her more closely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Her hair was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whispy&lt;/span&gt; and thin. Clean, palest of grey, not quite white. She said (I heard her in my mind) that she used to have lovely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I saw her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;eyes as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;clear grey-blue, her lashes pale brown, her brows lighter. Skin pale, light, smooth, lined only by age. Her teeth appeared small, only slightly discoloured. She did not appear unwell. She said that she used Ponds cold cream daily, she recommends it to me! Bless her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She smiled again and said that she used something called Vanishing Cream, but only on Sunday mornings, she smiled secretly, as if this was something to be kept between us women, and not for &lt;em&gt;men&lt;/em&gt; to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She's wearing a salmon pink open-work knitted thin wool scarf/shawl around her neck, pinned with an oval tarnished gold brooch which has a cream pearl centre stone. Beneath this she's wearing a cream silky blouse. She has a blanket over her legs. Stockings, seen on her ankles. She says they are "Lyle" and then spelled 'Lisle'. Slim feet encased in felt slippers, these have a button, a flap on top, which fastens with a button. Faded red felt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She lifts her hand and turns it back and forth, I see her lined palm, delicate wrist, a thin narrow wedding ring. Her finger nails are neat and clean. She smells of talcum powder, and lavender water. She shows me a handkerchief giving particular attention to the lace edging, she said that she had crafted this herself. Crochet. She tells me that used to edge all her bed linen this way. This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thrifty&lt;/span&gt;, plain sheets being less expensive. She always bought linen, and would patch them before they became worn through. Again I ask her name. She reached within the folds of the blanket over her lap. The blanket is cream, with pale bands of colour. She offers me a toffee from a small tin, a 'Bluebird' toffee. I again ask her name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I then see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unclearly&lt;/span&gt;, a young man maybe aged early 20's. A young lady of similar age, with beside her a little female child. The old lady says that &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; remember her this way, as she appears to me, so &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;remember her. She has been 'this way' (in a wheelchair) for 24, 25, 26 years. Almost all &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; lives. This is how they remember her. I ask their names. I ask the year, the time of her passing? She smiles simply "I was loved, I was cared for".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We look at each other. I wonder why she is here, and when she will leave. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;compells&lt;/span&gt; my attention again. Within my mind I hear clearly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Look again at me. How many of your old folk are loved in the way I was loved? How many are now alone behind closed doors? How many are scented with flowers? How many sit in comfort and contentment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;How many will pass as I passed? I knew not that I passed. I slept and awoke in the light, again with love all around me. What does your world now offer those such as I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The young do not know love. They perceive love as attraction or as a mere joyous thought. They too will grow, they will age, and there will be nothing. Your world is a sorry place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Unless the young are taught to love, there can be no end to the sadness. To love is to accept the responsibility to care for others. To love is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;. To love is a conscious decision. The young are becoming taught to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; only for themselves. They do not know of love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I looked at her face, her smile was softly held. I asked what on earth &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can do about all this? I can't change the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She looked at my hands, holding a pencil upon paper, scribbling awkwardly. I understood. I can only 'do a bit'. I can write this here and try to send her words around the world. Thoughts are powerful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-4239685726985746352?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/4239685726985746352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/4239685726985746352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2007/12/lavendar-lady.html' title='* Lavender Lady'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-4643861004451613417</id><published>2007-10-24T08:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T16:42:49.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* Spirit with a Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not a message from the Spirit world, but a Spirit with a message...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What do you see nurse?......What do you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What are you thinking......when you're looking at me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just a crabby old man, .........not very wise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who dribbles his food...........and makes no reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When you say in a firm voice....."I do wish you'd try!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who seems not to notice .......the things that you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And forever is losing ............. A sock or a shoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;With bathing and feeding ...... The long day to fill? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is that what you're thinking? .. Is that what you see? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then open your eyes, nurse......you're not looking at Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you who I am .......... As I sit here so still, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As I do at your bidding, .....as I eat at your will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm a small child of Ten.......with a father and mother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Brothers and sisters .........who love one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A young boy of Sixteen .......with wings on his feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dreaming that soon now..........a lover he'll meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A groom soon at Twenty ........my heart gives a leap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Remembering, vows........that I promised to keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;At Twenty-Five, now ........ I have young of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who need me to guide ....And secure a happy home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A man of Thirty ....... My young now grown fast, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bound to each other ....... With ties that should last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;At Forty, my young sons ....have grown and are gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But my woman's beside me........to see I don't mourn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;At Fifty,once more, ......... Babies play 'round my knee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Again, we know children ........ My loved one and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dark days are upon me .......... My wife is now dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I look at the future ...........I shudder with dread. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;For my young are all rearing ..young of their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I think of the years....And the love that I've known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tis jest to make old age .......look like a fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor, depart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There is now a stone........where I once had a heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But inside this old carcass....A young guy still dwells, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And now and again ...........my battered heart swells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I remember the joys............. I remember the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I'm loving and living..........life over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think of the years ......all too few,and gone too fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And accept the stark fact..........that nothing can last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So open your eyes, nurse ...........open and see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not a crabby old man.  Look closer....at......ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-4643861004451613417?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/4643861004451613417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/4643861004451613417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2007/10/spirit-with-message.html' title='* Spirit with a Message'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-6761587030438195953</id><published>2007-09-20T20:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:07:03.419Z</updated><title type='text'>* Remember Ellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person relating this true story is a medium –albeit a reluctant one. Who tends to receive guidance and messages from Spirit at the most unfriendly hours (probably because these are the only times the poor spirits can get a word in edgeways!). That said, as you read through this you will see that she was deeply moved by the visions that she witnessed. I’d also add here that this particular lady is not easily given to hysterical behaviours or seeing ‘visions’ in the dark. This was a very clear message from Spirit which they have asked us to share publicly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This morning I was woken by a friend in Spirit. I was definitely awake as I looked at the clock and saw that it was 5.15. I was 'given' a visualisation (with thought-sound) of a little girl aged approx 3 years...judging by her size. She had pale skin and dirty blonde hair and a faded grubby blue dress, she was without shoes. She was stirring some grit in a bowl, with a spoon/stick. This was pretend food, because there wasn't enough food to eat. She said all the children did this because it helped. She appeared smiling and was chatty and excited. I asked what she was doing there. She said "I'm a foundling child." and gave me her name. She said it is ok there, but some of the other children cried a lot for their mothers and fathers, but she hasn't ever had a father and her mother got sick (and had died) so she's ok...but others cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An older boy, aged about 10 maybe, was dressed in a light brown shirt and dark brown shorts, with brown leather old-style sandals. He sat at a table and was holding a baby, which was unblinkingly wide-eyed and silent and looked almost dead. The boy had tanned skin, maybe multi-racial, or maybe Indian. He spoke with a well educated voice, saying that this was a Foundling Centre. He'd been lucky in life so far as his benefactor had paid for his education, but had now died. He could leave this place, but was staying to help. He worked by begging, taking a sick child with him on the streets so sit near tourists....but this was becoming harder now as the men moved him on. He showed me a non-healed almost-scar across his shoulder and arm, caused by beating. He was calm and matter-of-fact about it. He indicated another child, who had a badly healing deformed leg (it looked as if it was broken and mangled in some way). He said "I will take that one out tomorrow, so he will be fed tonight." I asked how the boys leg was damaged and was told calmly that he had been begging and had been beaten and will probably die when infection catches hold. Apparently none of them were fed unless they were working. He said that the blonde girl was unfed for three days as she was not working, was too healthy to use for begging and was ill-formed for other work (sex). She relied on what food was left by the others and there was none left. I was then shown another place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There was a 'flat' with three children. This looked to be in a big town, but poor, like typical of what we see on the TV news. The actual flat looked like a very run-down council block. Twin girls (4 or 5) went to school. Baby, 6 months (actually later Spirit told me it was almost two years old) laid on the floor. A boy aged about 7 was unable to attend school as he was at home with the baby and looked after the twins. He had NO income and lived in fear of the family being taken to the Foundling Centre. He was old beyond his years but had the 'knowledge' of a child. These were white kids. The door was open and a woman in a filthy apron came forward and said that she is doing her best to feed the family but hadn't enough food for them all. She was apologetic and seemed to feel that I was blaming her. She was a neighbour. She was doing her best. I asked about the children's parents and she said "No matter. It is done". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The pictures cleared. Spirit said that it was important that I had already forgotten the little girls name. This name has been offered to me with pride, as it was all that this child has to hold as her own and she had offered me this. She wished him to pass her name to me again, it is Ellie. Spirit said she is still of the earth plane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At this point I was feeling 'zapped' and in tears. Spirit was firmly telling me to stop crying, that crying was unimportant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mankind is not meant to be divided, there are no divisions upon the earth plane nor in any other place, other than divisions created by the selfishness of mankind. A child is born to those who feel joy, and should twins be born their joy is doubled. Yet few persons with one birth consider taking into their heart a child born to another who cannot feed it. Homes are plenty, with room to spare, but few consider offering a room to a person who is without a roof. Spirit wish this to change. For it matters not that a person cannot speak a certain language, it matters that a person is suffering and can be helped, but for the selfish thoughts of mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I told Spirit that I understand what he is saying and will not forget. Obviously, this is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:  We have recieved a message from a lady who has read this message:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, after following random links from other websites, I ended up on your spirit lights page and felt I should write and let you know that "Remembering Ellie" really touched me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked spirit a question two days ago, and today your website answered it.  I feel I have been led to, and was meant to read "Remembering Ellie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that there are probably many others who are meant to read it too, each taking something different from the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But personally, it answered my question perfectly and has helped me stick with an important descision I had made but had begun to doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for sending out the message and to the medium who received it.  I don't think you could understand how important it was for me to read those words but it was and I am grateful I have had an opportunity to read them.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kind regards, Miss C, West Yorks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-6761587030438195953?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/6761587030438195953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/6761587030438195953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2007/09/remember-ellie_20.html' title='* Remember Ellie'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-1459433306127497549</id><published>2007-09-20T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:16:58.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* You have the choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Browsing through a friends collection of inspirational writing I discovered this. With his kind permission I pass it on…a positive decision for the better methinks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;“We all have the ability to influence our personal world, through thoughts and actions. It’s kind of obvious really when you think about it. Well, Duh?? You might say.But how far do you think you can take this. To what extreme could you go?Could you for instance, change your experience of a fixed set of events by consciously choosing to react in a certain way and therefore condition your emotional response? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Version A: For instance, it’s cold and wet outside and I have to take the dogs for a walk. I could be fed up and angry at the inconvenience, the discomfort of leaving my nice warm room. I could get even more riled ‘cos the dos are pulling on the lead and won’t walk to heel. I get rain down my neck and (usually) slip in the mud. Plus the wind is often biting this time of year up on the cliff top. I shall spend a miserable hour that will leave me in a bad mood for a further hour or two afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Version B: Alternatively, I could suck in the fresh air, stretching my legs and feeling the fresh kiss of the soft sea rain on my face. Buttoning up against the wind, I relish the buffeting of the gusts against me, feeling the natural energy and the power of nature physically with my body. The dogs, excited are pulling on the leads, making the short walk up the hill to the cliff path easy on my legs and on reaching the cliff path, I can see for miles and miles all around, out to sea and across to Exmoor. The wild land rearing up out of the steeply rolling green farmland, dotted with tiny villages nestled in the valleys.Breathing in the cold fresh air I feel exhilarated and joyful, just simply ‘being’ present to all this wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;I have experienced both of these. Version A used to be the normal response, Version B the exception. I realise now though that either experience is totally within my control to choose.And when I choose either, the experience can be complete –with exhilaration and joy, or not, as I choose.To a certain extent, this can be achieved in any situation through ‘role playing’ - if I play the part I can forget that I am only playing and start to experience it as if it were ‘real’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;But I have also found that I no longer need to role play. I can just decide which way I would like my day to be, minute by minute, moment by moment.Try it out for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;The more you practise the simpler it becomes.…and this is only the start. I am finding myself constantly amazed at how far I can take this. Beyond my own experience of my immediate circumstances, to the people in my life and the events of everything I touch and that touches me.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-1459433306127497549?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/1459433306127497549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/1459433306127497549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-have-choice.html' title='* You have the choice'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-4938396162880614313</id><published>2007-09-20T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:25:19.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* Welcome to my web</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO9mtkiiCVE/RvLI0VKnrbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bxoBRDler84/s1600-h/orb-spider-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112369328379375026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO9mtkiiCVE/RvLI0VKnrbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bxoBRDler84/s320/orb-spider-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Inspirational writing from a friend. Thanks J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UKTHWX327co/RqkZXIZt0xI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rZkyFDLffYQ/s1600-h/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;Relationships are forever and permanent in all cases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;You cannot ever end a relationship but only change it, or to be more exact your perception of it. Every life is made of thousands if not hundreds of thousands of relationships. Every living being you have ever met or interacted with has created a relationship. You may feel that that relationship only lasted for a moment or two in your life, and then you moved on and that transitory relationship was over. But the fact of creating that relationship impacted your personality, even if only by the tiniest amount. And once that relationship has been created, it cannot be destroyed. Forgotten perhaps by your conscious mind, but never destroyed. There is a thread of energy connecting you to that chance encounter; with the old lady on the bus, with the parent and child, school friends and teacher, even the stranger with whom just a fleeting eye contact was made before passing on without a word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;These strands connect you with everything you have ever seen, done or felt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;Each vibrating strand of energy is part of the physical world you have created in your perception and experience. You exist at the centre of a massive interconnected web of these threads. You are at the centre of your universe. As is everyone else and all the webs are interconnected. Imagine now that at a point within your network of webs, an individual experiences a massive emotional shock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;You can, if you allow yourself to be sensitive to the energy, feel a pulse of that emotion transmitted through your connecting thread within your own body. Have you never thought of a friend only to accidentally bump into them the next day or thought of calling someone on the phone only to find they ring you shortly after? And what are these thread made of? Might they consist of the energy of the universe? Could everything be simply connected by Love. This is how it appeared to me. Of course, it may appear to others in a completely different way. Which is fine too. There is no right or wrong, just different perceptions of the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;My perception is that the energy connecting everything is Love, is God, Is the Universal Source, is the One in all. I choose to be connected by Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;By reading this, you are connecting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#336666;"&gt;Welcome to my web, you are loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-4938396162880614313?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/4938396162880614313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/4938396162880614313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-my-web.html' title='* Welcome to my web'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lO9mtkiiCVE/RvLI0VKnrbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bxoBRDler84/s72-c/orb-spider-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-7937661980825052085</id><published>2007-09-18T15:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:56:51.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* Peace in Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spirit guidance....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I speak of today is a peace in your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;To find it you are looking in many, many different places. You look up and down, behind the trees and under the flower pots. But it seems to elude you at every turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Simply take a moment my friend, listen to your heart speak and look to your innermost feeling. You will see that I am there and that we are always together in this place.There you will find the happiness and peace that you seek so desperately for in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Love is in your heart, your soul and being. Love lights the way forward and illuminates your path if you could but see it. Don’t look so hard for answers but allow the resolution to come to you. The answers are everywhere in every breath. In the flowers and the trees, the grass and the rain.Instead of searching for the truth, and for the proof, just look to your acceptance of what you find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Are things not provided for you as you ask for them? Do you not find that your desires are made into reality in front of your very eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;The realisation of your existence is to be found within the centre of your perception. You will realise that you exist at the core in peace and harmony. Simply extend that peace and harmony around you with your every breath and you will find all within coming into synchronisation with you. Listen to your heart and not to your head. Move into harmony with your life and all with be made clear to you. Enjoy my friend and relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Everything that will be so, will be so, and when it is right for it be so. Peace be with you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-7937661980825052085?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/7937661980825052085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/7937661980825052085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2007/09/peace-in-your-heart.html' title='* Peace in Your Heart'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7698307292091220119.post-268087070963012743</id><published>2007-09-17T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:03:46.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>* Why is Physical Phenomena important?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We are often asked why Spirit would wish to 'perform' for us within our Lodge. Why is Physical Phenomena important? This communication explains why this is so.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Spirit wish to convince others of their existence. Spirit wish to reach people who need to see, feel or hear physical proof of Spirit's existence, before they are able to move forward to work for Spirit as a result their belief. Not all people will believe one type of phenomena. Not all will believe what they see, not all will believe what they hear. Some will need to feel and see physical form before realising the potential of this reality. Others will need to see or hear a familiar relative they know to have passed; before coming to believe. Others may find belief in measurable evidence, such as with the healing project intended. Such healing that mankind would consider impossible to achieve by known means, but which Spirit can demonstrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It is intended that two places be kept here in the Circles for guests. It is hoped that these two places will be filled always by new sitters. This will not disturb the vibration as regular sitters will be in place also. This is essential both for the phenomena to continue and to ensure the safety of the Medium. It is hoped that Spirit will attain a level of phenomena here such as will convince many who come forward to sit in these places. It is intended that those who feel convinced will then go out to do Spirit's work. This is the intention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Physical phenomena is valued as a means by which Spirit can reach those who have lost touch with their roots and who cannot accept the Truth without witnessing proof of the existence and power of Spirit. This is increasingly again becoming the way of mankind. It has happened in the past where those who were known as prophets performed deeds through Spirit, which were then described as miracles. Spirit display such miracles still. We have been assured that we will evidence some miracles! Many things which we consider to be impossible will be evidenced. This is Spirit's intention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7698307292091220119-268087070963012743?l=spiritlights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/268087070963012743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7698307292091220119/posts/default/268087070963012743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritlights.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-does-spirit-consider-physical.html' title='* Why is Physical Phenomena important?'/><author><name>Christine Di Nucci</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></entry></feed>
