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11:11

its that time again. i find myself wishing for the oddest things. no more "i wish i'll be able to go hereor there", or "i wish i'll have fun doing this or that". its too mundane. no, now its more abstract. i cant find myself asking for him to call, or not to call, because i dont know what i want. i wish for the strength to do what is needed, i wish for this to be the right decision, i wish for myself to be ok with the outcome, whatever it is. they are silly wishes, leaving the end result wide open, making myself feel better about myself. oh i find myself hilarious sometimes. like i am so weak, yet i suprise everyone with my strength. who knows, maybe wishing on 11:11 is the key to my success. how funny that would be. and if it was, i've just jynxed myself, thats for sure.
:) cheers.

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Bing Haley said…
Hi

My name is Bing and I am an 1111 Lightworker. If you would like more information about 11:11 you can obtain it at

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http://www.urantia.org/papers/paper77.html

I am also including some links to inspirational videos that I hope you will enjoy and share with others.

http://www.hasanyonetoldyou.com/

http://www.youarethelightmovie.com/

http://www.mayyoubeblessedmovie.com/

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I am also including a link to some very good meditation and stress relief music.

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I hope that you will find this information useful to you and those you help on a daily basis.

Throw some love into the wind
Namaste
Bing
August 8, 2008 at 9:34 AM
pihzaz said…
Wishes do come true, but it's us that makes them come true. Our strengths and our weaknesses that we overcome.

And you my dear friend, your wishes will come true. Because i know you, and it will happen. You deserve it
August 9, 2008 at 12:02 PM
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