<?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-6211851453169732767</id><updated>2011-09-09T16:27:21.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Healing ™</title><subtitle type='html'>"Reiki" + "The Law of Attraction" = "Abundance"
Reiki and Intention training; beautifully blended!
Advanced Psychic Development</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-4077701635606467831</id><published>2011-09-09T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:27:21.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cord Cutting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Last night, during one of my workshops, I led a meditation on cutting the cords that attach us to people. Today, I find myself incredibly quiet. There is a stillness within me, and I don't feel the normal ripples of anxiety that seem to follow me around sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked each student how many cords they thought they had attached, most of them answered with a low number. Surprisingly, after completely the meditation, they shared that there were many more cords than they thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally guessed at 400 plus, of my own. Today, it has been with conscious effort, that I have been pulling my cords in and NOT re-attaching them to the people that I am thinking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a truly peaceful feeling it is to not have any attachments. I know that when I do think of someone, I can send an angel instead of my own energy. This seems to be a much more efficient method of caring for those that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-4077701635606467831?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/4077701635606467831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=4077701635606467831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4077701635606467831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4077701635606467831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2011/09/cord-cutting.html' title='Cord Cutting'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3005701714731246054</id><published>2011-07-31T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T07:45:00.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hundredth Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is an oldy, but a goody. I first learned about this over 20 years ago, at &lt;a href="http://www.lightly.com/"&gt;The Center for Creative Learning&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It very much explains the Law of Attraction and the power of frequency through thoughts and behaviors.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;The Hundredth Monkey&lt;/h1&gt;by Ken Keyes, jr.  The Japanese monkey, Macaca fuscata, had been observed in the wild for a period of over 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;In 1952, on the island of Koshima, scientists were providing monkeys  with sweet potatoes dropped in the sand. The monkeys liked the taste of  the raw sweet potatoes, but they found the dirt unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;An 18-month-old female named Imo found she could solve the problem by  washing the potatoes in a nearby stream. She taught this trick to her  mother. Her playmates also learned this new way and they taught their  mothers too.&lt;br /&gt;This cultural innovation was gradually picked up by various monkeys before the eyes of the scientists.&lt;br /&gt;Between 1952 and 1958 all the young monkeys learned to wash the sandy sweet potatoes to make them more palatable.&lt;br /&gt;Only the adults who imitated their children learned this social improvement. Other adults kept eating the dirty sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Then something startling took place. In the autumn of 1958, a certain  number of Koshima monkeys were washing sweet potatoes -- the exact  number is not known.&lt;br /&gt;Let us suppose that when the sun rose one morning there were 99 monkeys  on Koshima Island who had learned to wash their sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Let's further suppose that later that morning, the hundredth monkey learned to wash potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT HAPPENED!&lt;br /&gt;By that evening almost everyone in the tribe was washing sweet potatoes before eating them.&lt;br /&gt;The added energy of this hundredth monkey somehow created an ideological breakthrough!&lt;br /&gt;But notice.&lt;br /&gt;A most surprising thing observed by these scientists was that the habit of washing sweet potatoes then jumped over the sea --&lt;br /&gt;Colonies of monkeys on other islands and the mainland troop of monkeys at Takasakiyama began washing their sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when a certain critical number achieves an awareness, this new awareness may be communicated from mind to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Although the exact number may vary, this Hundredth Monkey Phenomenon  means that when only a limited number of people know of a new way, it  may remain the conscious property of these people.&lt;br /&gt;But there is a point at which if only one more person tunes-in to a new  awareness, a field is strengthened so that this awareness is picked up  by almost everyone!&lt;br /&gt;(from the book "The Hundredth Monkey" by Ken Keyes, jr. The book is not  copyrighted and the material may be reproduced in whole or in part. You  can look at &lt;a href="http://suburbia.net/%7Ejchoy/monkey/monkey1.html"&gt;the whole book&lt;/a&gt; also.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3005701714731246054?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/3005701714731246054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=3005701714731246054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3005701714731246054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3005701714731246054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2011/07/hundredth-monkey.html' title='The Hundredth Monkey'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1481468047285486861</id><published>2011-07-23T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:40:00.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Publishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today I attended a seminar on 'how to publish and the publishing process'. I feel the need to explain my week before I go any further. I have been hanging onto a business card from Kira Henschel from &lt;a href="http://www.henschelhausbooks.com/"&gt;HenschelHAUS Publishing, Inc&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; for a few months now. This week, it was as though the card began to glow. It kept nagging me. Finally, I picked it up and called her. (I had literally been carrying it in my wallet and looking at it, daily, for weeks). After calling her, Kira told me that she had this great seminar coming up in 2 days, and that it would explain all of my publishing questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fee was $140 per person; but if I could find someone to attend with me, it would be just $50 each. I had 1 day notice, by the time I decided I was going. I had no idea where I'd find a person. I would have gladly payed the fee; as it was worth it, but I had to believe that if it was truly meant to be, I would find another person to take it with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, a student of mine, whom I rarely talk to, contacted me. Just then, I realized that she had talked about writing a book about surviving hospice 3x! She initially said she couldn't come, but I pulled the 'faith' angel card before I went to bed that night. The next morning she e-mailed me and said, 'It's a go!!' I KNOW her attending was pivotal for her life and this book. I can only imagine the lives it will inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was in the right place because Kira embraced the fact that I brought my essential oils (it helps break up the energy when it gets intense), and she is also a Reiki Master. She appreciated and assisted me in cleaning the energy several times (this is normal when a group of 11 people are in a room for 7 hours-no matter how positive and inspiring the environment!). The dialog within the students floated often to 'The Law of Attraction' and energy healing. Truly, I was in the best possible publishing office in the city. I just can't imagine that most publishing places embrace the holistic the way Kira&amp;nbsp; Henschel and &lt;a href="http://www.swduncan.com/"&gt;Steve Duncan&lt;/a&gt; did. I was completely comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I believe that I am going to self publish and hire Kira as a consultant. It seems that I am well on my way with books and ideas, and marketing. Today was a birth of sorts for me, and I am eager to see where this path leads me. &lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am working on publishing 9 Reiki Manuals and several other pieces including a couple's massage book. More than ever, today showed me that the difficult journey that I have been on for the past couple years gave me skills and experience that I really needed to be at this point in my life. It feels good, but a little daunting. Step by step, I'm moving forward into my newest endeavor; I'm going to be an author. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1481468047285486861?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/1481468047285486861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=1481468047285486861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1481468047285486861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1481468047285486861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2011/07/publishing.html' title='Publishing'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-4982793831526451607</id><published>2011-06-01T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:20:28.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the most of the moment</title><content type='html'>This morning I was at a department store making a return. It was just a few minutes after the store had opened, but I could tell something wasn't right. There was a thick tension in the air.&amp;nbsp; I had a return, and no one was at any of the many registers lined against the wall. An anxious staff member approached me, "Do you have a return? You'll have to do it in the cosmetic department because all of our registers are down in the store; except for the 2 in there. I apologize for the inconvenience." 'Well, that's annoying', I thought selfishly to myself. Not because I had to walk a few feet from the registers, but because I don't care for the energy of that department. Nothing personal to them or the store; I just don't like it in there. Not my kind of vibes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into cosmetics, (bubbled up with white light energy) and joined the small line at the two registers. The teenagers running one of the registers (there were two of them) were extremely chipper. Maybe a little too chipper for me this morning (truth be told); but I could tell that they were trying to make the most of it. They added samples for each purchase, "That's right; you get a sample just for checking out in this department, even though your items aren't even from in here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady helping me was a little older, and I think she was a manager. She and another manager tried to do my tricky return. I could feel the tension mounting in the moment, from the ladies. The managers were simply consumed with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 5 minutes of this, I finally said, 'I feel SO sorry for you guys. And it's only 10AM! At least it's not Saturday?" They looked at me in gratitude and one of them said, 'Well thank you for saying that! It's so nice of you to consider us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'I bet those registers will be up by noon." And they said, 'That would be great!' A customer commented that they have a huge sale today...and only 2 registers in the entire store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was inspired. I kept getting this feeling to do something, but I continued to let my fear of rejection get the best of me. Finally, after one of the ladies left to manage something else, I said, "I never do this, but you look like you will really need this after today. I am a massage therapist (as I took out a card and wrote a coupon on it), and I'll give you $20 off if you come and see me'.&amp;nbsp; I guess I figured she'd appreciate the gesture-and she seemed like a nice lady.&amp;nbsp; Well, to my surprise, the teenagers and all of the other ladies (4 total) cheered and gasped, 'WOW! That's so incredibly nice of you!' and so on. Who knew such a little gesture would make such a big reaction? She said to me, 'I have back and disc problems and I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. Thank you!"&amp;nbsp; I felt really good at that moment; like I did what I could do to shift the energy; with every tool I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving, another sales person came from the back smiling, "Another register is up in the back of the store-we have 3 now!" There was optimism and hope within the staff-I could feel it. They were going to be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh because it's so small, and yet it's so big. Most times, we are so consumed by how we are feeling, that we don't stop to consider how others are feeling, in the very same moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post inspires you to do a nice gesture when there is an opportunity to do so. Even if it means stating the obvious; like, "This situation is really hard, and I feel badly for you." Sometimes, a little compassion is all you need to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-4982793831526451607?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/4982793831526451607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=4982793831526451607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4982793831526451607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4982793831526451607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2011/06/making-most-of-moment.html' title='Making the most of the moment'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-7722365051393604181</id><published>2011-05-20T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:00:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandelions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQO0AyWmSL0/TdXKnXSh0wI/AAAAAAAAACo/vyAjBVW0TQE/s1600/5695071694_909c04f483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQO0AyWmSL0/TdXKnXSh0wI/AAAAAAAAACo/vyAjBVW0TQE/s320/5695071694_909c04f483.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (photo by Audiotribe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all how you look at it. &lt;br /&gt;Until recently, I never really liked dandelions.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed the yellow flowers that dandelions produced, and the white puffy fluff that followed, but after that, they were always just an annoying weed to me. It wasn't until recently that I learned just how valuable and nutritious they are. Every day, I juice vegetables and fruits in my juicer. My friend &lt;a href="http://yinyogamilwaukee.com/holistic_diet/"&gt;Laura Hulke&lt;/a&gt; taught me how dandelions are an awesome liver and kidney detoxifier, as well as a powerful diuretic. It's funny, I find myself constantly looking for dandelions now. As a matter of fact, I worry that I will run out of them. I wonder if I'll go to the neighbor's yard and ask if I can have some? Surely they won't mind. But honestly, I would have NEVER thought a few months ago that these little weeds would become so valuable to me!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yard service salesman came to my door soliciting last week.&amp;nbsp; I found myself telling him, 'I'm sorry, I eat my weeds.' He laughed and asked me if I make dandelion wine. "No..not yet", I said. "But that's a good idea!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there a show on channel 10 called 'I eat weeds and shrubs'? What have I become??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my physical therapist today (I'm having some work done on my hips) and the first thing she said to me was, 'I will never look at a dandelion the same way again.' I laughed. I had told her my constant quest for 'perfect' dandelions during our last session. How I am in search of the ones that haven't yet developed their flowers because they aren't quite as bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how all of life is 'perspective'. It's funny how one little piece of information can entirely alter a viewpoint.&amp;nbsp; Finding something new in something old, for example.&amp;nbsp; It's all how you look at it.&amp;nbsp; Now I see the value of dandelions; a once annoying weed that I completely took for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meditate on seeing the value of other 'weeds' in my life. Please share an example you have with this. I would love to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-7722365051393604181?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/7722365051393604181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=7722365051393604181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7722365051393604181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7722365051393604181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2011/05/dandelions.html' title='Dandelions'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQO0AyWmSL0/TdXKnXSh0wI/AAAAAAAAACo/vyAjBVW0TQE/s72-c/5695071694_909c04f483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5784739561053571671</id><published>2011-05-19T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:47:23.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn something new</title><content type='html'>I just learned about tread wear bars on tires. Wow; I never knew about those. The mechanic showed me what mine look like. I now feel empowered to make a choice about when to purchase new tires.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE learning new things-it's always inspiring. Every time I learn something new, I grow and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal definition of getting old is "when I cease to change". Change is what life is all about.&amp;nbsp; Ironically, it's what people fight the most.&amp;nbsp; I think the idea is that one should be grateful for what they have, at every moment. &lt;b&gt;Enjoy&lt;/b&gt; what you have, who you love, what you know, and what you feel because it will change eventually. Doesn't everything change? Isn't that the inevitable? I don't state this to set a tone of anxiety within you, but gratitude.&amp;nbsp; Just for today, allow yourself to fully absorb all of the wonderful things, feelings, and people in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to ensure that I continue to change is to continue to learn.&amp;nbsp; There is SO much to learn and know, and experience in this world. Fortunately, &lt;b&gt;too many&lt;/b&gt; interests capture my attention. For me, it's all about staying balanced and focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point this year I plan to work with an astrologer to further develop my skills. I guess that learning astrology and running charts for people will be my version of doing cross word puzzles when I'm older; something to keep me sharp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't yet signed up for something new this summer, let this post be an inspiration to you, to do so. Community centers, and the YMCA have multiple choices, for dozens of unique classes, at reasonable prices.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy hosting my weekly insights and other classes because I always learn from my students. People are our mirrors. If you aren't meeting new people, you are limiting your own personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, and enjoy everything in your life to the fullest. If you are up to it, learn something new. It might just become the new inspiration that you've been searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please comment on this post if you do sign up for something new to do this summer. Your responses are always inspiring; and you can leave your message anonymously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5784739561053571671?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/5784739561053571671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=5784739561053571671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5784739561053571671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5784739561053571671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2011/05/learn-something-new.html' title='Learn something new'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3206492684264006959</id><published>2011-05-17T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T06:00:09.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be still and listen....</title><content type='html'>During my quest for healing over the past year, I explored HeartMath; a scientific technique to calm the mind, body, and spirit. &lt;a href="http://www.thehealingspaceonmain.com/"&gt; Arleen Hollenhorst, RN-BC, CEH&lt;/a&gt; hooked me up to a computer and had me hold a devise to monitor and control my energy. After learning about what my heart does (scientifically) when I experience negative emotions, she guided me to bring my energy and emotions into a calm and meditative state. I am sure most people experience this calmness and enjoy that feeling, and that is enough. For me, I realized that I if I can calm myself and my spirit quickly, I can channel (hear God/Spirit Guides, etc) almost immediately.  And as you know, channeling and receiving spiritual insights is what I am all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To practice this on my own, I spend hours during the day in the quiet, or  listening to the frogs gently chirping outside my windows. Living in the area that I do, the energy feels pure and alive. It recharges me, and I have come to depend on this to hear my intuition clearly. I must be still, and I must be calm to hear it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I put one of my cats outside. His name is 'Truth' and he is our 'miracle' cat. He was gone for nearly 8 months, and was returned to us on a day when I needed a big miracle (My sister lost her soul mate that day, and it was very traumatic and painful for all of us). Well, a few days ago, I decided that Truth should go back outside. My other cats are indoor/outdoor cats, and Truth had gotten a bit chunky over the winter. Some might question why I did this, and my only answer is that I felt it was simply time for him to go back outside. He had dabbled with going out for a few seconds; but always ran back inside. A few days ago, I put him down and shut the door behind us. He took off running, and he didn't come back. I felt really bad. What had I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mind and spirit still and asked, 'Will he come back?' The quiet but direct voice of my intuition answered 'In 2 days'. Well, 2 days later I pulled angel cards in the morning, and the last card I pulled was 'Tenderness' (The last card is meant for the last part of the day). There is an angel petting a cat on that card. Well, Truth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; come back at 9pm that night-2 full days; almost to the hour, after he ran away. Why do I share this story? Because I believe that everyone can do this. How much easier life is when you can just ask, 'What is going to happen?' and trust the answer that you hear.  Although I was anxious for Truth's return, I knew I could trust my intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I ask you; are you trusting and listening to your intuition? What is it telling you? Might your life be easier if you acted on what you are hearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I this post finds you peaceful yet inspired. Have a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3206492684264006959?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/3206492684264006959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=3206492684264006959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3206492684264006959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3206492684264006959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2011/05/be-still-and-listen.html' title='Be still and listen....'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5500149946400477119</id><published>2011-05-16T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T06:50:49.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70OmhR3KITs/TdEcpVQP6JI/AAAAAAAAACg/bBHC--JyMvA/s1600/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70OmhR3KITs/TdEcpVQP6JI/AAAAAAAAACg/bBHC--JyMvA/s320/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607294507458488466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been over 18 months since my last entry. Much in my life has changed. It's amazing how different I view the world, as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June of 2010, I decided that I would leave West Grove Clinic. It wasn't until November 30th, 2010, that I was actually out of there. As Co-Executive Director, West Grove Clinic was my passion, and my life.  It devastated me to leave, but my business partner and I had very different visions for the clinic's future, and could not reconcile after months of trying. I did spend a brief amount of time at another center; which turned out to be a poor fit for me and my business. Ultimately, it left me self doubting, and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March of 2011, I moved my business home, and began focusing intensively on healing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a powerful and intense journey in which I have seen 15 different modalities to restore and nourish my heart and soul. Easily, my experiences over the past year could have left me jaded, had I not worked on preventing it. So many people in life change for the worse because they allow life to change them. I did not and I will not allow anything to take my innocence away from me. It's too important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, back from the dead. ('I will survive' just happens to be playing as I'm writing this!).  I am full of ideas and inspiration. During my fatigue and exhaustion I spent a lot of time sleeping and meditating, I explored many thoughts about myself and my future careers.  After meeting with my career coach, (&lt;a href="http://www.winning-directions.com/endorsements.asp"&gt;Susie Mathews&lt;/a&gt;) I have mapped out 10 different business interests going on in my life right now. They are all interconnected, but it's been overwhelming trying to both organize and actually commit to beginning them properly, until now.  I just haven't had the energy or inspiration until recently. As I said; it's been a long journey getting to this point. Nearly a year. But I'm back, and I'm back to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month I am teaching Reiki 1 and Reiki 2 classes, Weekly insights, Advanced Psychic Development, massaging clients in my village-approved home site, and I am eagerly awaiting news from a local University to teach Couple's Massage. I am also working on recording and editing piano music, and creating a meditation CD. My website is updated, and I am hear writing a blog entry. Although many might find all of this overwhelming, I have practiced and work daily at balance. Once I begin creating; I can't stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have asked that I return to blogging. I am honored for the request and will do my best to commit to doing so. What makes my blogs truly interesting and inspiring is your feedback. So don't be shy-I look forward to your responses. Have a beautiful day! Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5500149946400477119?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/5500149946400477119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=5500149946400477119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5500149946400477119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5500149946400477119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70OmhR3KITs/TdEcpVQP6JI/AAAAAAAAACg/bBHC--JyMvA/s72-c/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3354987895208754736</id><published>2009-10-13T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:18:55.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashleigh's Remembrance Service</title><content type='html'>Everything went amazingly well. The event began with me playing 2 songs, I wrote for Ashleigh. They were moving piano pieces that a friend of mine named, 'Strength'. The piece felt like 500 people holding hands, walking over a hill, together. I sold copies of the songs, for $10, and donated all of the money to Ashleigh's family. I think there were 25-30 copies; all but 2 sold.&lt;br /&gt;This really set the mood for the beginning of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapel held around 100 people that night. When I got up to speak, I saw a combination of sad, desperate, and hopeful eyes staring back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speech is too long to post in this blog, but I'll highlight what I talked about. I said that I have an odd propensity for attracting violent cases. My friend Tony died years ago by gun shot, my cousin organized Columbine's memorial, and my sister knew Kaylee; the 4 year old killed by her mother in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared how after my friend Tony died, he visited me. And then I shared how he visited his brother as well. That we both had the same experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I empowered the audience by asking them if they had a 'feeling' about Ashleigh that week? If they though of her a lot? (there were several nods in the audience) If they had an odd feeling of dread? I reminded them that these are God's tools to remind us that there is more at work than we can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I connected with the younger audience and told them that this would change them; forever. But that they could make a decision to have it change them for the better and not worse. Allowing themselves to be filled with anger and hatred would be as Ann Landers said, 'It is acid that destroys the vessel it is in' That is not the point of this; and certainly not what Ashleigh would have wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that this tragedy happened for a good reason; although it is hard to see now. I said that perhaps someone in the audience would become a grief counselor, or a law enforcement officer, or maybe, just maybe, they'd find themselves in front of a group of grieving souls in the future, trying to guide them towards a higher meaning to all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an applause. Not a huge one-it was inappropriate. But something I said impacted these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, no knowing how well I came across, a family member came up to me and shared something very powerful. She stated that the night before, Ashleigh visited her family. They all felt a calm peace come over them, and they all knew it was Ashleigh. My comments really hit home for several people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the parents weren't there, her brother was. He just stood, looking shocked and grateful, with a pile of money in his hands, as people bought Cd's, after the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a wonderful, spiritual event. I would gladly do it again. Honestly, I usually have anxiety speaking in front of a group of that size, but I really didn't this time. I felt a force greater than me, moving through me, that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a human note; I've never played my music for that many people. That was a little scary for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate (Ashleigh's friend and creator of the memorial) was thanked repeatedly by friends and family. Most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funerals&lt;/span&gt; aren't as wonderful a remembrance service. Several people got up during the event to share about Ashleigh. Apparently, she wasn't the most graceful person, and there was even some laughter through the tears! It was, without a doubt, a huge honor to be present and share with so many beautiful people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3354987895208754736?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/3354987895208754736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=3354987895208754736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3354987895208754736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3354987895208754736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/10/ashleighs-remembrance-service.html' title='Ashleigh&apos;s Remembrance Service'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2672141483450410985</id><published>2009-10-09T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:09:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rememberance Service for Ashleigh Love</title><content type='html'>Through a series of events, I have been asked to be the key speaker for the remembrance service, for Ashleigh Love. She is the young lady that was shot in the face, last week, but an unknown assassin. Her friend Kate, a student of mine, has been taking my weekly insight classes for some time. She organized this event with the idea that a focus on gratitude, and the positive ripples that Ashleigh's life created, will promote healing from within, for all of those that were hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate told me that there would be a small group, 5-7 students, that would be attending. Well, as of last night, it was up to 400 people. I'm anxious about the size, but I also know that Spirit has called me to speak words of peace, calm, and healing to a group of very hurting individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have this propensity for attracting high profile cases. My cousin organized the Columbine Memorial (she lives just a mile from the high school), my sister went to Kaylee's birthday party (the 4 year old that was killed by her mother in Florida), and now this. As if knowing Kate wasn't enough, yet another one of my students was touched by this event, as she works with Ashleigh's aunt. What are the chances? Clearly, Ashleigh wants me involved; and I'm happy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, a good friend of mine, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and was violently shot in the chest; dying instantly. Being from a quiet suburb, this was such a horror, none of us knew how to process it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that I had that experience; though sorry for the loss. I feel that living through that gave me many spiritual insights that I readily use for situations like these. Perspective is the key to healing, and living, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remembrance service will be at 7pm, at Pius High school, this Saturday night. (10-10-09)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how much space there will be; as it's in the school's chapel. Please wish me and Kate luck. This is important. So many people are in desperate need of healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2672141483450410985?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/2672141483450410985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=2672141483450410985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2672141483450410985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2672141483450410985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/10/rememberance-service-for-ashleigh-love.html' title='Rememberance Service for Ashleigh Love'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-6053273376469792439</id><published>2009-08-27T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:14:49.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I allow vs. resist</title><content type='html'>I taught my first 'weekly insight' tonight. This was the result of an inspired idea to teach a different topic each week, with no obligation to sign up for a series. I'm not sure how well it went. The 4 new people bolted, like a fire alarm went off, after it ended. :- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My regular students stayed around to talk to me, but commented that it might have been 'too much' for the general person to absorb. None of the new students knew of 'The Secret' or the 'Law of Attraction' or Reiki. I've been getting mixed energy feelings since I got home. Like 1/2 of the group was thrilled and the other half is still processing what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During class, 11 minutes (huh, 11, I just caught that...) into my recording, the devise stopped because the disk was full. :-(  So no pod cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing '11's' again; all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it happened for a reason, but I have no idea what that would be at this time. Tonight's topics were; allowing vs. resisting success, and sitting in a room of darkness with a million doors of opportunities. I'll touch on that briefly, because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;it. When I am 'stuck' in life, I visualize being in a room of darkness with a million doors. I imagine sitting on pillows and waiting for doors to open. Sure enough, after a couple of days, at least one door will open. The key is to do two things; do not imagine what the door (opportunity or solution) will be, and to KNOW that it will open. It always does, because it always has, and always will. I must trust this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got an e-mail from a kind student, who objected to the fact that I did not go into depth about the spiritual aspect of manifesting in 'His' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I e-mailed back that everyone experiences the same chemical endorphin when they feel God in their own way. This has been tested scientifically. Wars are STILL fought over this. Only humans are so ego based as to believe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; belief, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; path, is the ONLY way for people to reach enlightenment. How is that allowing? And allowing is how we grow. We grow for ourselves in all aspects by allowing others to believe, to achieve, be gorgeous, be happy, be wealthy, be in enriching relationships, spend money, save money, have healthy bodies, etc. etc. etc. When we judge and resist this, we forbid ourselves to achieve it. Powerful thoughts create powerful vibrations. This is echoed back from the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen manifesting in several belief systems. They all seem pretty similar in that aspect to me. If you believe something, using your higher power or not, you will attract it. This is what I have witnessed. So in my eyes, I don't feel it matters which faith you are. So long as it makes you feel good, and it's working for you. I allow all belief systems for others and therefor allow a progressive and evolving belief system for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take moment and imagine a world where everyone is actually OK with WHATEVER you believe about a higher power. We all live in perfect harmony...(Maybe my Angel Helper Graduate, who is hosting a Group Intention class, can have the group focus on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; intention for me.. that would be wonderful....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eager to hear comments about this, so please feel free to post.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-6053273376469792439?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/6053273376469792439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=6053273376469792439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6053273376469792439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6053273376469792439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-allow-vs-resist.html' title='I allow vs. resist'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2698382529022969437</id><published>2009-07-28T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:13:02.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/3370037501_2bcd0b9909_m-711571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/3370037501_2bcd0b9909_m-711568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been quite a summer! Last week, I officially retired from nearly 15 years of massage therapy. In addition, I retired from hosting Reiki sharings. 2 massage/Reiki practitioners are replacing me, and a gifted Angel Helper graduate of mine (an advanced intuitive training class that I offer), will be hosting the Reiki sharings from now on. At first, I felt a bunch of anxiety from this. It was a stressful month.  But now, I am elated! Delegating is not something that comes easily to this controlling Scorpio; but it's the progressive path that I'm ready to take. The support I've received has surprised me. When I asked a good friend of mine what she thought people would think of all of my changes, she responded, "They have been coming to the clinic for awhile now, and have seen how it has grown.  They have been expecting this, Lisa." I felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a relief when she said that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new office has 2 sunny windows, and flowers to gaze upon, during my day. Each day I am there is long, but enjoyable. It seems that my life is a mountain of details, events, and more details. This month alone, we brought on 7 new people! That's 50% more than we had. There is an undercurrent of excitement and optimism. And to my surprise, several new clients have responded to the $30/hour massages. I had hoped for business, but not like this. I am allowing and breathing in each moment, in each day. The perspective that I have is that making room in my life for the clinic will allow it to grow. After all, the universe hates space (T. Harv Eker), so it fills it up. This leap of faith is just that. Trust and faith; and it's already happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone at the clinic told me this week that by making this choice, I was actually helping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone else&lt;/span&gt; at the clinic grow. And that is the plan. To focus on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;united&lt;/span&gt; growth. It feels good to be in a work environment where &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; is positive, grateful, and flourishing while doing the job that they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. For those of you that didn't know exactly &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I was doing this, I hope you now understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate future goals include teaching new intuitive classes, and possibly couple's massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2698382529022969437?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/2698382529022969437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=2698382529022969437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2698382529022969437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2698382529022969437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/07/such-change.html' title='Such change!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-833528838364336312</id><published>2009-06-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:32:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cured it!</title><content type='html'>This is such exciting news for me... I CURED my lactose intolerance. For 10 long years I've suffered for hours with violent stomach cramps and gas pains if I had so much as a bite of ice cream or cheese. It's over! Last night I even ate cheese, Ice Cream, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; yogurt and I felt PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I do this? Well, a few weeks ago, I made a decision that I REALLY like cheese, and that I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;enjoy my life more if I could eat dairy again. (After all, it's a great source of protein, dairy, and calcium.) And life has been SO complicated with a dairy allergy.  I imagined the effortless life of being able to eat whatever I wanted, without consequences. I imagined all of the food choices I would have again. And ever since I made that decision, it's been getting better and better. I am so amazed with this, it's CURED. Wow, I'm proud of me; my intention really worked. Now, I want to cure my sons of their wheat allergies, and me of my issues with weight. (I'll elaborate one this later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a recap, I have cured the following diseases/conditions: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Endometriosis&lt;/span&gt; (A fertility condition), Von &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Willibrands&lt;/span&gt; disease (A blood clotting disorder), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raynards&lt;/span&gt; (A circulation disease), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mitro&lt;/span&gt; Valve prolapse (A heart condition) and Lactose intolerance. Wow! I recently told my ob/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gyn&lt;/span&gt; about the first four conditions I cured. It wasn't that she didn't believe me; she just didn't know what to do with the information I gave her. I mean, is there a government funded group of people that pursue unexplainable cures of incurable diseases?  Of COURSE there isn't. With this thought, I realized that I wasn't as upset with the lack of validation that I've received from the medical world. At best, I would hope that they might tell a patient, 'Well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; know someone who cured your condition, but you'll have to ask&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; about it...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I am hung up on is my weight. I'm the same weight as I was 20 years ago, but I've never been truly happy with my body image. When all of my friends were skinny adolescents, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; the heaviest of the bunch. I've been on a special diet now for a 3 weeks, and exercising. I have toned, for sure, but no significant weight loss. What's the block, Lisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have figured it out. I have an acquaintance who shared her theory on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; negative blocker with her weight. I think I share her same perspective. We are both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; blessed, in so many ways in our lives, that we feel that in order to be completely accepted, we must keep one part of ourselves broken. Isn't that disturbing? After all, I wouldn't want someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; love to stay a little bit broken in an effort for me to accept them better. I wonder how many of us do this to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of turning on the TV last night. It's been weeks since I've done this. Let's see.. I watched shootings, fires, debt, foreclosures, train crashes, divorce, death, and I'm not sure what else in the brief time I had the TV on. I laughed; each channel I strolled through was worse than the last! It really seems like no one wants to hear about successes or ease in this world. Unless you are struggling, and suffering, and a victim, it's just not interesting. People are very ready to accept those who have 'earned their keep' in the world with a bit of pain, and struggle.  If life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;working for you, and easy, they don't want to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, that was negative, wasn't it? Let me shift that. I choose to hang around people that don't whine, complain, or stay stuck. It's OK to be in a tough place in life, or to be in a bad mood, but when that defines you as WHO YOU ARE, it's annoying, draining, and gets old fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my sharing of successes only ever appears as that. My achievements are meant to be excuses to SUCCEED and re-write those negative blockers and beliefs that keep people stuck. It doesn't serve me, you, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; to stay stuck by those negative reasons we come up with to keep ourselves smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Dyer says that you don't attract what you want; you attract WHAT YOU ARE. Wow, that really made sense with me. Some part of me is still that overweight little girl. I'm not going to lie; it's not easy to see myself without any thought of weight. It's a challenge to imagine myself not giving an ion of energy or thought to my body because 'my body is just right for me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that won't stop me. I'll do it; after all, I cured all of those diseases. What's easier, losing 15 lbs, or curing a disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, and thanks for reading my post. I love the energy I get when you read this. And I really love your comments. Have a beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-833528838364336312?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/833528838364336312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=833528838364336312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/833528838364336312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/833528838364336312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cured-it.html' title='I cured it!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1909102236859078745</id><published>2009-05-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:12:47.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The soap box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Me-and-my-soap-box-732508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Me-and-my-soap-box-732506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I've been very aware of passionate people, and their causes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;am a intense person, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I attract&lt;/span&gt; intense people.  I've talked to people angry about animal rights, about Reiki and the Catholic church, about fertility drugs and multiple babies, about welfare programs and state aid, about Religion and beliefs, about who should be in therapy and who shouldn't, about recycling to save our planet, and more. I watch with the eyes of a loving witness. Most of the time, people are just blowing off steam, but some people get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; angry about these things. What's interesting to me, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; angry they make themselves over these issues. As though getting angry will give them more power. As though their righteousness will somehow change this situation. (It doesn't appear to do anything; except raise their blood pressure!) More times than not, I find myself grateful that I don't 'Hate people who drive and talk on cell phones' or 'drive big, wasteful cars like Hummers'. Thank goodness I don't have an emotional trigger to these things. It seems like quite a burden to me! Mostly, I am aware that I am stepping back from them. In their anger inflation, they 'pull' at my field. I find myself 'bubbling-up', and backing off. After they have vented, if I can, I will tell them that I appreciate their cause, but it is not mine. And that I wish them well on their journey. Oh, and that when they get that angry, they should know that it affects other people's energies adversely. This usually bring immediate awareness to the individual, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest changes occur with direct and focused intention. Emotion complicates action if it is improperly channeled. And innocent people can get hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the Dalai Lama rage at injustice? I don't think so. He probably looks upon everyone with love. I believe he refers to the Chinese as his 'brothers and sisters', despite his country's injustices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Martin Luther King Jr. go about things? Similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read something on our work calendar. It's a picture of an ugly tree, and it says, 'There is beauty in everything, but not everyone can see it.' Confucius. It's true. Even the ugliest of actions can somehow have beauty if you look at it with loving eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world will change, and you will change with it. But you can choose how to change. You can choose to be angry about the things in life that you can not control, or you can choose to find beauty and gratitude for what you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do&lt;/span&gt; have, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; control. It's your energy. You can do whatever you choose with it. No one can take that from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, choose to direct my energy on love and gratitude. Too much energy is wasted in this world on fear, and anger. We only have so many minutes, and so many breathes in our lives. Are you finding the miracles in all that you have to be grateful for? I'm doing that now, and today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1909102236859078745?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/1909102236859078745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=1909102236859078745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1909102236859078745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1909102236859078745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/05/soap-box.html' title='The soap box'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5088346989051152050</id><published>2009-03-24T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:39:49.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Adventure; not a Destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Art-795249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Art-794897.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how life presents tiny 'zen' moments to me, through the most unlikely sources! My son Ian was playing Mario Cart Wii; his favorite game in the entire world. I don't normally sit and watch him play it, but he asked me to; so I did. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian's way of playing Mario Cart is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very different&lt;/span&gt; than how&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; would play. You see, the obstacles that you are supposed to avoid, the ones that cause your character to skid off a cliff, or blow up, are what he will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt; back up, to run over. Watching his character skid all over, or explode is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; interesting to him, than winning the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that I am sometimes so entirely focused on my goals, that I miss the fun of the journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As to amplify this point to me, Brian surprised me with a piece of art he found on Craig's list. It is a mid-70's impressionistic, central European piece, out of Prague or Budapest. He's always wanted one from that era. We ended up rearranging all of the art in our living room, and also, the lower level. I have been encouraging Brian to clean out the office for 3 years now; and this inspired that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon cleaning out the office, we found a bible from the 1800's and some other goodies that might be of value. I am more than willing to part with something that I don't use, and didn't know we had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after pulling the 'surrender' card this morning, I am trying to relax into the process of changing the world. It's a journey, not a destination. And if I'm not enjoying the process; what's the point? My life is for living and enjoying; not merely 'getting through'. This entire process with the county will take months. It would be more enjoyable for me to see it as an adventure, not a destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5088346989051152050?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/5088346989051152050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=5088346989051152050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5088346989051152050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5088346989051152050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-adventure-not-destination.html' title='It&apos;s the Adventure; not a Destination'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3159648454083493824</id><published>2009-03-22T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:24:54.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration for change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Columbine-2-724017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Columbine-2-723661.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Columbine-1-751621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Columbine-1-751306.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is destined to be a longer blog. &lt;div&gt;Upon my return from Mazatlan Mexico., I got a phone call that my uncle had passed, in Colorado. My cousin (his daughter), is like a sister to me. I had to be there to support her. This was a most unusual trip; for I had my mother and Uncle Bob with me. I have never traveled with them together, before. I found it an interesting adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Bob was always my favorite uncle; he was sweet, and passive. Really a beat-nick at heart. He's had a life time of adventures and struggles. My mother did her best to shelter me from everything in her family, as a child. I never knew much about her family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My late Uncle Bill was a complicated closure, at best, for his family. Although he had made amends with those that he loved in the latter part of his years, his life history was a jagged pill to swallow. I not only learned about addictions on this trip; but I feel I underwent a transformation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Littleton a total of 48 hours. It was the most intense trip I've &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; been on. For starters, I've never been that close to death, grief and loss before. I've never been part of that kind of memorial service, or experienced the emotional swings from laughter to tears, over and over again, with such intensity, for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps one of my inspirations for my newest endeavor, which  I will be sharing in a moment, was Kirsten's accomplishment with the &lt;a href="http://www.thedenverchannel.com/video/14178356/index.html?taf=den"&gt;Columbine Memorial&lt;/a&gt;. (See photo above) You see, SHE organized it, with one other woman, YEARS after it happened. This was no easy feat. (None of the victim's families wanted money, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the time of the tragedy&lt;/span&gt;, to build the memorial. Consequentially,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no one&lt;/span&gt; was interested in donating money 6 years later.) During a brief break from everything that was going on, we walked to the memorial, at the school. She gave me the 'inside' tour of the entire memorial. It was magical. One girl even had a premonition about it, and journaled it. She was one of the victims during the shootings. They have her journal entry printed largely, in the memorial. When we got to the top of hill, over the memorial, a woman was buckled over on her knees, and a man was rubbing her back. She broke out into primal sobs. As I marveled at the scenery, seeing the sky meet the ground in every direction, like a large, mountainous snow-globe, I said to Kirsten, 'You see; even out here, we are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; attracting grief!' We both smiled compassionately at the irony of the situation.  I began talking calming about how a single cloud seemed to choose a single mountain, and hover over it. It is so incredibly gorgeous and wondrous, all at one time. The women behind me began to calm, and the wave of grief passed. It truly was the perfect location for such a memorial. Peaceful in every way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of pain and suffering isn't for everyone. Who would want to deal with it? This left an impression on me. I learned about myself, and my incredible tolerance to suffering. I have a way of diverting emotion without suppressing it. I learned that I don't run from crisis or difficult situations. I learned about how strong I am, and can be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the next morning, I threw up. I was saturated with emotions I couldn't completely process. My body had had enough. So much, in such a compact amount of time. But the most intense part was yet to come; my Uncle and I talking, on the flight home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why, or how, but some how, Uncle Bob opened up to me. He told me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; about his life history and his brother Bill. Out of respect for the dead,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; for the living, I won't go into detail, but it should be known that I changed after that 90 min. flight. I now understand addiction. I get it. Fred and Dr. Kurter, at my clinic, have been pushing to make it an 'addiction clinic'. I honestly thought, 'yuck!'. Why &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;I want to work with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; people? I was judgemental, and I didn't want to look at it, or them. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;, I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using isn't a choice as much as survival for those that have gaping internal wounds. These are the people who have an insatiable black vortex of suffering. There is no other choice for survival, than using chemicals for these people. I honestly did not understand until after this trip. And beyond that, their capacity for healing is SO MUCH greater than others. And being part of the journey goes beyond any feeling of satisfaction I can explain. It's just something your soul does, without question. I get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was changed. OK, maybe I was a little traumatized; but beyond that, transformed. I can't explain the moment it came to me, because I'm not sure, exactly.  When it did, I felt a surge of energy move through my body. I tried it on for size just once, to see how it would feel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I'm going to push Waukesha Country to have &lt;a href="http://www.vivitrol.com/"&gt;Vivitrol&lt;/a&gt; mandated for repeated DWI offenders' I said it again, a little while later, and it felt like 'truth'. Each time I said it, it felt stronger and stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this mean? It means that 'Me alone', is going to push to change the world. This drug (to be blunt; a shot in the butt), takes away the 'good' affects of alcohol. The patient is REQUIRED to be in counseling; working on their 'black vortex of pain' that drove them to drink in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's where it gets interesting. I started thinking about Kirsten, and what she did. I thought about myself, and how ALL last year, I fought the Richfield School District to create a Gifted and Talented program. I am NOT a politician; I am a spiritual advisor. I thought to myself, 'WHY is spirit making me DO this???' Every difficult meeting I endured with the Superintendent, and principal. Every heated phone call and letter. All of the hours of time I spent pushing to create that program. They did, eventually find someone to work with Nevin, named LISA (ping), and then she took another job up north. Several weeks later, in March, he started with another person in that program. We ended up putting him in private school, to better meet his needs, but the program is still in place. I even saw a newspaper clipping for a home for sale that stated, 'GT School District!'. At least it's helping realestate. :- ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this Waukesha County endeavor will be similar, but harder. I thought to myself, "I wish I had a contact within the courthouse.." and then I remember one of my students, who was the homicide victim specialist for Waukesha county and on the Victim impact panel. Perfect. She was friends with the DA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have played a little phone tag with him, but he sounds eager to communicate with me about this (fingers crossed). I also have a letter out to the chief of judges in Waukesha Country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After speaking with the state Rep for Vivitrol, I asked to speak to her manager (I wanted to know who works for this company, and what they are about. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is another mind blowing ping: Her manager got into this company because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; Uncle, from WI (Like my Uncle Bill), drank, and moved to Colorado. Vivitrol helped him. Now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what are the mathematical odds that we would have a similar story of inspiration? &lt;/span&gt;To further my quest, he has set me up with the cell phone number of a Mental Health Judge, in Tennessee, that is awaiting my phone call. When this Judge heard about me, he wanted to help. I am hoping he will educate me on the politics of dialog and edicate, when it comes to communicating with a Judge. I know NOTHING of any of this. All I know is it's falling in my lap, alone, and I seem to be getting signs that I am supposed to do this. It's a feeling within me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could say that I'm being compensated somehow by the company, or the district, but I'm not. If it IS mandated, our clinic could get business, but so would ALL of the other addiction clinics in the county. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine if Waukesha did this? And then Milwaukee, and then the State? How it would clean up our roads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. Whew! This was a long one! Thanks for your reading support. I appreciate your energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3159648454083493824?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/3159648454083493824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=3159648454083493824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3159648454083493824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3159648454083493824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-for-change.html' title='Inspiration for change'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3560397795609711774</id><published>2009-03-06T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:53:58.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the mathematical odds?</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite sayings is, "What are the mathematical odds?" While in Mazatlan Mexico, I experienced a few, down right, unbelievable occurrences. If these examples don't prove the 'Law of Attraction", I'm not sure what will. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 people on my trip brought up 'The Secret' to me. I did not prompt this in any way, shape, or form. But that part isn't what's unbelievable; after all, many people have seen the documentary and/or read the book. Maybe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; talks about it to each other? It sure seems like it in my world. ;- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was be unbelievable, was us sitting behind a couple on a tour bus, that live 2 blocks from us, in Richfield WI.  That was unbelievable. Of course, their look of disbelief was by far the most entertaining part. :- ) (This crazy stuff happens to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; all of the time!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a family sit in front of me at a coffee shop. We talked and they were from St. Paul MN. We bumped into them a few times, over the trip. But before we formally met, the mother, Laurie,  had overheard us talking to each other, just the day before. I had remembered thinking, at that moment in time, that it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she was right there&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't sure why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and I had noticed their daughter, Annie, a couple times, in the days before. For she had a swim suit that looked similar to a shirt I had brought. I remembered seeing her in it. The next day, Brian noticed her and commented that 'She should be sure to wear sunscreen.' (She is a fair, red-head). I said, 'Yeah, I noticed her yesterday, in a different suit, that looks like my shirt.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(These are small occurrences, but demonstrate that 'spirit' was trying to signal our attention to her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon getting to know this family, we each remembered how our paths had almost crossed, the days before. Annie is a Nanny is St. Paul. We named her 'Annie-Nannie'. As it turns out, she baby sits 2 little boys, in a wheat and gluten free household, because he was exhibiting signs of Aspergers syndrome. The same was true for Ian (my little one) and our household. Just like us, they took him off of wheat and he became a normal child. This was an obvious ping. But there were more. Each time we spoke of Annie, over the days to come, she was there. One time, she plopped down on the couch next to me, right as we were discussing her. It seemed obvious, that with 400 rooms full at that hotel, that we were supposed to meet. Perhaps she will become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; Nanny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mother said at one point,' Well Annie, you keep getting more and more signs to go to Milwaukee.'. She told me she has family here, and that she is very close to her Aunt, who lives in Elm Grove. I asked her about her, and as it turns out, her Aunt applied for a position at our clinic 2 weeks ago!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what are the mathematical odds? We were in Mazatlan Mexico, and randomly connected with a St. Paul family, and we had a mutual acquaintance? There was something about her Aunt that struck me, too. Of the 40 applications we went through, she was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only one&lt;/span&gt; to include a picture. I found this to be a nice touch. I made a big deal out of it, and talked about her with Brian, a good friend of mine, and my business partner. So when I shared this story, they all knew &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; who I was talking about. Neat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her aunt was very interested in Reiki and The Law of Attraction. I had hoped to see her again, at a Reiki Sharing, after the interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was amazed at the powers of the Law of Attraction, when she discovered that I met her niece and Sister-in-law in Mexico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had several other pings and coincidences. It seemed that our entire vacation was directed by signs and pings. What an adventure it was!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3560397795609711774?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/3560397795609711774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=3560397795609711774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3560397795609711774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3560397795609711774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-are-mathematical-odds.html' title='What are the mathematical odds?'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-7972132241584001877</id><published>2009-02-02T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:42:35.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Manifested a Trip to Mexico in under 12 hours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Island-765520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 152px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Island-765513.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is a GREAT story...&lt;div&gt;I was watching a movie with my husband 2 nights ago, and part of it involved a character on the ocean. When it was over, I said, "OK, that's it. You and I are GOING to take a vacation, somewhere tropical, on an island or a beach...something!" I made him look into my eyes, and resonate with my command to the universe. He agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I was talking to my business partner. He was talking about how a friend of his just got back from Hawaii. I told him how Brian and I had just decided that we are taking a vacation because we need one; and our 10 year anniversary is this year. I told him it was going to be somewhere tropical, although we weren't sure how we'd  pay for it, or when it would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, my youngest son had been pointing at a tiny tropical island picture I have on my billionaire board, a few days ago. I remembered thinking that was odd, but significant, as it's been there for 6 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the afternoon, Fred called me to tell me that he had just booked a trip to Mexico for me and Brian, for a full week! It's an elite Royal Crown, 5 star hotel, that has it's own little island in a tiny bay! He got a special deal, and the entire week will only cost us three hundred dollars! Sticker price is $500/day.  OMG! I screamed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning, we had invited Brian's parents over for dinner. I'm sure that was also meant-to-be because it enabled us to comfortably discuss our childrens school schedules, our pets, and misc. details for the week they will be watching our kids and pets. (BLESS THEM BOTH!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I really believe that I felt, knew, and commanded this vacation within 12 hours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling on top of the world today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, another neat point is that it's on the West side of Mexico. I had no idea &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; Fred put us. Brian and I had discussed sometime last year that we'd like to vacation over there. So, it was on my 'checklist' of places that I'd like to vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO grateful right now. Brian just secured our flights, so it's set!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay!!!!! I can see myself coming back tan, relaxed, and on top of the world! Oh do I NEED this vacation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-7972132241584001877?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/7972132241584001877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=7972132241584001877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7972132241584001877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7972132241584001877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-i-manifested-trip-to-mexico-in.html' title='How I Manifested a Trip to Mexico in under 12 hours!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-4596814712052565069</id><published>2009-01-31T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:42:58.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/197290768_8e9dcc87dc_m-743703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/197290768_8e9dcc87dc_m-743700.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had quite a month. It feels, looking back, like a blur. I told my husband, "It's official; this is the busiest I have EVER been, in my entire life!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you have asked how my new work position has been going. Well, it's fun, exciting, stressful and challenging. But overall, it's the happiest I've ever been. I feel like I'm growing up, fast. I've been a successful business owner for 14 years, but I've never had the responsibilities that I've had this month. Interviews, contracts, and difficult heart-to-heart conversations with people are just a few examples. In all honesty,  the best part of this month has been my workshops. I am finally filling my classes out to a grand level. I think it's just a matter of time before I move to the next level. I'm not sure what that looks like, but I'm growing quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other morning, I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future scanning,&lt;/span&gt; in my mind, to March. I see success for me during that month. It feels like some kind of pivotal point for me. I have no idea 'what', of course, just feelings. As I was thinking about this, I spotted a rainbow prism in the sky. Nevin and I were driving to work. I showed him and he liked it. Later on, I was writing workshops on the course-room calendar. When I got to March, I was stunned by the large Rainbow image for that month. Hmmm. Coincidence? On the drive home, again, I was thinking about the calendar, and March, and my future success. I couldn't believe it; in front of me, AGAIN, was a large, rainbow prism, in the sky. Nevin saw it too and said, 'Wow, Mom, that's a ping!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My biggest challenge right now, is balance. Of course it is; I have 2 small children, a husband, a massage business, several Reiki and Law of attraction classes, and around 10 independent contractors. Everything is growing so quickly at the clinic; I'm not sure with whom or where to place my efforts. It's constant excitement over there, right now. Even my mother, who has been stable and successful for awhile, was inspired to completely rearrange her office. It's like spring is in the air. If you haven't been there yet, I encourage you to visit during a Reiki sharing (The first Friday of the month). I've had several people tell me that the instant they walked through the front doors, they felt better. I agree. It feels like a healing vortex in that building. Even the most insensitive notice it. To those of us who are 'aware', it's like a gigantic hug. And I think it's that very feeling that is growing our clinic so quickly. Doesn't everyone dream of working in a loving and supportive environment? What if it were on an ancient Indian healing ground? Wouldn't that just be the perfect place to help and heal people? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-4596814712052565069?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/4596814712052565069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=4596814712052565069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4596814712052565069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4596814712052565069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2316076954106258476</id><published>2009-01-07T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:27:16.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big announcement</title><content type='html'>OK, I can tell the world my big news.. I am the new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Co-Executive Director of West Grove Clinic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I'd like to start with all of the signs. For months, I would be at the Clinic,  think of something, and it would arrive. I remember one time, not bringing enough food, and Jimmy Johns showed up with sample subs. Another time, my shoulders hurt, and someone showed up to rub them. I would need to speak with a fellow clinician, and they would just 'happen' to show up, at that moment. It seemed like I was in sync with the place.  This entire buy-in process (since roughly the first week of December), I have continued to see ' 11's ' in variations. Especially when I am talking with my business partner, Fred, or thinking about the Clinic.  I'd think about something business related and see '11011' on an address. Or, at 11:11am, I saw a license plate with '111', and then an address with 11111. I spotted an expiration dates of 1-11.  Once, while talking on the phone with Fred, I happened to glance at the thermometer; it was 11.1 degrees outside. One of my personal favorites was a business life insurance quote for me, of $111.00. I just received a business credit card, and was immediately disappointed because there were no '11's' on it. Upon further review, I noticed the expiration date, 11-10.  :- ) Fred announced yesterday that he's been in the building 11 years. I am getting a business line next week; extension 111.  It feels magical. My angels are trying to reassure me that I should keep moving forward because it will lead to my happiness and success.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a personal note,   Brian and I just celebrate 11 years since our first date; something we acknowledge every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's been all about '11's' for me, for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you not savvy with numerology, 11's represent leadership and new beginnings. Thank goodness Fred is the wonderful mentor he is, (My business partner). There is so much to learn, and so much to do. But together we are a great team.   One of my main jobs is to help clinicians, of every modality, build their business's. I work with each person on strategic marking plans.  I am also working with multi-media (brochures, business cards, the logo, website, Keynote slide shows, and more!). In addition, I am hosting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt; sharing this Friday, and expecting around 30 participants. In between the interviews, meetings, phone calls, and paperwork, I am finding myself positively glowing with inspiration. I truly believe in the success of West Grove Clinic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLC&lt;/span&gt;. And this entire process is FUN for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes this business so magical to me is that the energy of the place. We heard from an acupuncturist, yesterday, that they had closed our building's area off  years ago, because someone found bones and Indian arrow heads.  I am convinced the building is located on a lay-line or a vortex of some sort. I've seen people cough all day, go to the hospital, and then not cough ONCE for 2 hours, upon arriving at our building. It's a magical healing center. I truly believe that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a month, we discuss case studies, as a group. All modalities within the clinic are encouraged to participate. This last meeting I witnessed something I never thought I'd see; multiple modality collaboration. The psychiatrist would add something about a case a psycho-therapist was working on, and then the nutritionist added something about quantum bio-feedback, and then I added something about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt;. All of this took place in a non-territorial, professional setting. All modalities were treated with equal respect. Our attitude is that there are multiple approaches to healing. Some people do better with massage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt;, and bio-feedback; other's do better with traditional medications, and a better diet.   Every body's frequency resonates with something different. It's a wonderful, and exciting approach to health!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a new, and exciting journey. I'm SO excited to share it with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2316076954106258476?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/2316076954106258476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=2316076954106258476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2316076954106258476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2316076954106258476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-announcement.html' title='Big announcement'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-4119178902199161315</id><published>2008-12-19T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:46:45.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fox medicine</title><content type='html'>It's been too long. And I promise, it's not from lack of content. There is a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marvelous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; change coming into my life (No, I'm not having a baby!), but I can't share too much about it until after the 1st of the year. I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tell you that for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt;, both Brian and I have seen 11, 111, 11:11, 11111, etc. etc... It's been nearly overwhelming! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've looked at clocks, license plates, street addresses, and even insurance quotes, only to see these numbers. I believe it all means that new beginnings are on their way, into my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, on the way to my son's school, Nevin told me he had a dream about a fox. I told him that 'fox' meant camouflage, in the Animal Medicine Cards book. Nevin said, 'That means to blend in.' (He's so smart) I said, 'Yes, that's right! It also means 'Fake it until you make it'. ' I've personally had 'fox' medicine in my life when I am about to mingle with affluent crowds, buy a home, or apply for a new work position. I always find confidence within myself, with Fox Medicine in mind. I'm still not sure what his dream meant to him. Perhaps he was thinking about his upcoming holiday school concert he was going to be in?  I certainly appreciated his Fox medicine/courage dream that morning. Come to think, I've been pulling the "courage" Angel card, quite regularly, for a couple of months now.  Again, I have to hold off on sharing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; I've needed courage for, for at least a few more days; but it's worth the wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he told me his dream, he said, 'Hey, I just saw my initials." Sure enough, there was a semi with the initials '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NM&lt;/span&gt;', very large, and bold on it. I explained that could be a 'Ping', and what a 'Ping' was. About 20 minutes later, I was recapping our Ping conversation in my head, and he said, 'Look Mom, there it is again, '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NM&lt;/span&gt;'. Sure enough, there it was again. Ping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I worked with Nevin doing psychic development games in the car. I guess I was inspired. He was able to successfully sense 3 shapes I imagined holding in my hands: a sphere, a pyramid, and, well, the third was close, but not exact....he said a rectangle, and I was thinking of a Rubex cube. When we were done, we played with guessing colors, taking turns. We did fair on that one.  We also talked about what a premonition was.  Nevin said he just had a ping. I asked what it was. He saw the words 'May Flower'. I said, "I don't think the words May Flower are a ping Nevin..." He said, 'Yes it is; I saw the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing, on a truck before, but it was going on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the highway!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, he's 5, and he's mastering the concept of a Ping. I love this. I also began to teach him numerology this week. He can do basic addition, he likes figuring out codes and puzzles. He's into it; provided I'm doing it with him.  I've been patiently waiting for him to show interest and ask questions about all of the fun things I know and teach. It appears that time has arrived. I wanted to be certain that he was ready for all of this, and that it was a sincere interest that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had, without my prompting. I'm so excited to work with his gifts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone has a fabulous holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-4119178902199161315?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/4119178902199161315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=4119178902199161315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4119178902199161315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4119178902199161315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/12/fox-medicine.html' title='Fox medicine'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-865128842456015701</id><published>2008-11-21T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:07:31.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Thoughtful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Checkers-716786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Checkers-716777.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and I have created a fun and special activity on the mornings that we have time; coffee and cocoa at a local coffee shop. This morning, we got our drinks, and a large rice crispy bar, and headed off to a small table to play checkers. It was so much fun, and so completely in the moment. We played, laughed, and just enjoyed each other. About 15 minutes into it, a man sitting next to us got up, leaned over, and said, "Keep up the good work." He stared intensely into my eyes; no smile. I was caught a little off guard, but really appreciative of his words. I said, "Thank you. I will."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually thought for a moment that he was thanking me for teaching my son to play checkers. (It was morning and I wasn't quite on top of things.)  But then I realized that he might have been inspired to pay me a compliment for being a good Mother. That &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; made my day. I sometimes hear that I'm a good teacher, of which I am humbled by; but I don't often hear that I'm a good Mother. As he walked away, I wondered what he was thinking about, sitting quietly next to us, while we played our game. I wondered if he thought about his own child hood, and his mother. Or maybe his own children? I'm not really sure. I guess I'm just grateful that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by the Law of Attraction&lt;/span&gt;, we were sitting next to each other. It's no coincidence who we are in close proximity to.  A little compliment goes a long way. It really was the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; icing on the cake&lt;/span&gt; to a perfect morning. I used that positive energy to heal and inspire 2 new clients this morning. I hope where ever that gentleman is today, that he's having a warm and thoughtful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a big believer that if you have an inspired thought, you should share it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if it's with a perfect stranger. You never know the ripples of light, or warm fuzzies it might create for them and their day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-865128842456015701?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/865128842456015701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=865128842456015701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/865128842456015701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/865128842456015701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-thoughtful.html' title='How Thoughtful'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-6426372096115434158</id><published>2008-11-08T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:22:25.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Event!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/CIMG0094-794863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/CIMG0094-794427.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/CIMG0083-794305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/CIMG0083-793327.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fun story to share about last night. I was on my way to the Reiki Sharing event, and stopped for gas. I was a little crabby because I had to host the event with out my husband. (He's usually there, to remind people about their protective bubbles when they dip, and sweep off their excess energy.) Anyway, I couldn't figure out how to get the gas started. A nice man told me to press a button (In all fairness, he said he had the same problem at that particular gas station when he first started going there). As our tanks were filling, we began talking about our cars. I heard the pump click, and immediately pulled my nozzle out of my car. Guess what? My gas wasn't the one that clicked. Has anyone ever pulled the nozzle out, when it's on high, fueling your car? Me neither. Well, long story short, I was sprayed and my skirt smelled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bad. Earlier this week, I had a coffee accident all over myself, and decided I would bring in a spare set of clothes to work. But.... I forgot to do that. :- )&lt;div&gt;When I got to my office, I rubbed myself down in lemon oil, hoping to cover the smell....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after people starting arriving, I got a surprise guest, whom I didn't even know was coming; my seamstress! She &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have my brown skirt with her! Perfect! I cheered out loud, I was so happy. It fit, matched, and looked great. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you Spirit, and Dianne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event itself was in congruence with what I've been continuously experiencing at the clinic; several people ascended to new levels of consciousness.  The attendants did very well; especially my 3 Angel Helpers. They are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reaching new levels. One of them could see the protective bubble of a new student. This is a valuable tool because at the sharings, the new students (and the old) need reminding to keep their protective fields up, or they get drained. For over 7 years, this student has been able to 'feel' other people's energies, but never seen them. WOW! I ran out and told the other Angel Helpers about her success, and one of them gave her a great, big hug. This is SUCH an accomplishment!  My other angel helpers did fabulous and are beginning to see and hear their guides, and other peoples guides. I'm so proud of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided that I am going to host monthly Reiki Sharings at the clinic. With the help of my Angel helpers, and other trained Reiki practitioners, I can safely host larger crowds. This is a really exciting time for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-6426372096115434158?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/6426372096115434158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=6426372096115434158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6426372096115434158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6426372096115434158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-event.html' title='A Great Event!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-6282013371854252652</id><published>2008-10-24T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:17:06.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was listening to an Internet radio station when Jason Mraz's 'I'm yours' came on. I really like the melody of that little song. I grabbed my moody little child, (Ian), and started dancing with him. I picked him up and bounced around with the music. At first, he looked at me strangely, but I persisted. I felt inspired to dance with him; so how could I possibly resist? When the song was over, he pressed his cheek into mine, and closed his eyes. We both shared a fuzzy moment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple hours later, I was driving to teach the first class of my 'Intro to Reiki' series. I was feeling excited because 2 of my work colleagues were signed up to take this class. Again, the "I'm yours" song came on the radio. I haven't heard this song in over a week, and I drive and listen to the radio at least 90 min., 4x a week.  It caught my attention to hear it twice in the same day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During class, we discussed 'pings' and I mentioned that a particular song was a ping for me that day. I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to dance, and feeling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to teach, when I heard this song. Another student shared that the 'I'm yours' song was also a  personal 'ping' right now, for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class, I hung out and talked with my mother for awhile, and cleaned up. When I got into my car, what was the song that started playing on the radio? "I'm yours." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now THAT is what I call my angels affirming that I'm in the right place, at the right time, and completely on track for what I am supposed to be doing with my life. Like a little 'keep on track' directional sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought I'd share this with all of you. Maybe you'll hear the song and you'll have a ping too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-6282013371854252652?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/6282013371854252652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=6282013371854252652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6282013371854252652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6282013371854252652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1313326606506230595</id><published>2008-10-19T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:58:00.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting my instincts</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to the Pumpkin farm with my Dad and his girlfriend. Later in the afternoon, I had this sinking feeling of anxiety. It was really strong, and almost invasive. I went to pull an angel card, for insight, and the 'surrender' card flew out to the dish as I was mixing them up. I took this as a sign that I was suppose to just 'let go,trust, and wait'. My anxious feeling was familiar, although I couldn't place it. I told my Dad's girlfriend and Brian about it. I figured it might be that Brian hadn't called his brother, to remind him of his birthday, as of yet. But that wasn't it. The feeling remained, even after he called.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awhile later, Brian noticed that our mailbox was knocked over. This is bizarre; it had rusted completely through, broken at the base, and fallen over. This is, of course, no big deal; but I immediately knew this was my anxious feeling. I then remembered that I had a feeling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like this one&lt;/span&gt;, 3 years ago. All day, I had this sinking feeling that something was going to happen to me and my family. I wasn't sure exactly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was.  I waited all day; nothing happened. At midnight, I went to sleep and almost mockingly, said to myself, "See, nothing happened!". Well, 30 minutes later, I awoke to complete silence and blackness, in our home. The power was out. Shortly after, I heard sirens. We were all accustomed to white noise, so in the piercing silence, they were loud. At the time, I didn't have the flashlights unpacked,(we had just moved in) so I went room to room with an aim 'n flame, trying to calm the children and figure out what was happening.  Someone had drove into a power line that had some kind of black-out affect in my neighborhood. The power came back on in 2 hours. It was really no big deal. Certainly not warranted to my anxiety all day. Mostly, it turned out to be very validating for me and my intuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I sharing this? Because today, I sensed that my protective-parameters were invaded.I keep a protective bubble around my rooms, home, and land.  And the feeling I had today, was the same feeling I had 3 years ago. You see, the language of intutition is one of feelings and images. It has few or no words. I must match my feelings to a series of templates that might equate to a possible scenario. Today, I learned that the feeling I had involved something with my home and family; and that it wasn't that big of a deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had another feeling to this, similar, last year. I had the urge to really secure the house before bed. I felt invaded somehow. That night, a bunch of teenagers vandalized Holy Hill. I live in the area. Do you remember hearing about it in the news? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Brian that he can help me with this in the future by asking me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my sinking feeling. He could ask, "Is it like when the mailbox fell over? Or, is it like the night before 9-11?"-(I had a BIG feeling that particular night; curled in the fetal position, on the couch, in Brian's arms...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shared this with my Dad's girlfriend because, being as I blog, I'm feeling much more confident about sharing my premonitions. Something &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happens, when I feeling. How I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everyone&lt;/span&gt; were as brave about sharing their instinctive feelings in the world. I wonder how many accidents would be prevented and how many positive insights might be shared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, I'm hoping that putting myself out there, as openly as I can, is inspiring some of you to trust yourselves more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wishing love and light to every single one of you tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a peaceful evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1313326606506230595?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/1313326606506230595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=1313326606506230595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1313326606506230595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1313326606506230595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/10/trusting-my-instincts.html' title='Trusting my instincts'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-7002854908859353237</id><published>2008-10-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:11:15.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired to offer a flower</title><content type='html'>This morning, I saw one of my co-workers in her office, on the phone. I had this urge to give her a flower. I wasn't sure why, but if I had a flower (which I did not), I would have given it to her. &lt;div&gt;Do you ever wonder why you have nice, inspired thoughts about people? Because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY NEED ENERGY. &lt;/span&gt;I always tell my student's that anything inspired is not of your own; it is of God. Therefore, it is your duty to act on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started talking to her about the marketing committee we are on.  (I'm keeping myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; busy with projects and ideas, for all of us at the clinic). She stopped me, and shared she was in a car accident yesterday. It was very scary. I did some Reiki on her, and we talked through what she remembered. I believe I was able to balance her a little bit, before she began her day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't until later that I realized I was sending her energy, the moment I saw her, this morning. It's lovely how God, angels, spirit guides, and energy works... isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;this office place. It positively oozes abundance. I had packed a lighter lunch today. Later this morning, Jimmy Johns dropped off 3 little subs to sample. We didn't even place an order! That kind of stuff seems to happen a lot. It's like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magical office&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:- ) I'm SO happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, whenever my energy dips, I hear a song I love on the radio, or I am distracted by something that is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simply gorgeous &lt;/span&gt;(like the colors of the trees right now). Never in my life has everything seemed to fall into place with such ease. I spent parts of this week re-organizing the house. Several times, I thought of an item I hadn't seen in months, and then found it moment's later, in a random place I was guided to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to explain, but I feel like the universe is not only guiding and supporting me, but PREVENTING me from dipping in vibrational frequency. How positively lovely. If I could bottle it, and give it away, I would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teach Reiki 2 tomorrow. This is one of the most powerful classes I teach, and it's the very first time I've taught it in my new location. I'm excited to see what happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-7002854908859353237?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/7002854908859353237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=7002854908859353237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7002854908859353237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7002854908859353237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspired-to-offer-flower.html' title='Inspired to offer a flower'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1962336348964699680</id><published>2008-10-11T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:54:35.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing 'huge' has happened to me, just bunches of insights, and flickers of confidence with both myself, and my children. These seem to involve prosperity for myself, and insights about my children. I will elaborate on this in the future when I can. I need some more time to process what I am sensing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a brief and sad 'fall', but it turned out to be a helpful lesson for my son. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Thursday, I had a sinking feeling all day, despite consciously trying to block it. I told my friend that I felt like I'd get a call at 8pm that night, re: my 'cliff' premonition.  (A drop usually isn't a great feeling.) Well, at 6:30pm, I got a call, from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Her cat died suddenly.  :- ( This was SO sad. The next day we talked about it, and I remembered I predicted a phone call, and she gasped, "Oh my Gosh,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was your 'call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'!".  It was the 2nd of 3 deaths I'd hear about over the next few days. But this was the worst one. I told her that her or her son must need an extra helper on the other side. When a spirit can be of more use that way, sometimes they pass unexpectedly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her cat's death spurred a necessary conversation about life, death, and the afterlife with my son, Nevin. You see, he is friends with my friend's son. He was sad for both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevin asked me if I would ever die, and how long I'd live. I told him I plan on living to be 117 1/2, and that I'd die in April of that year.( I tell everyone this. It's what I really believe).  I told him that I saw a long life for him, and that he'd be around me, and in my life, for most of his life. We talked about how everyone dies at a different time, but it's just their body. Their soul joins the energy field, (goes to God), and is much stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him how animals frequently stay in the energy field of their owners. (I've done energy work with several clients over the years and seen and named previous animals that they've had. I've also had my own experiences with our late dog, Ozzy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my best to talk about these things in his language, at his level. I suppose life and death are hard conversations without the extra soul and energy aspects. However, being who we are, our experiences are a bit different. It's important that Nevin understand what he will inevitable see and sense one day. By that, I mean energy, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next night, Nevin wanted to pray, so we did this, in our own way, starting with what we are grateful and thankful for. He liked it. Maybe we will do that more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend's cat is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in it's new form. I know it. His name was Angel. Appropriate for what he probably is now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1962336348964699680?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/1962336348964699680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=1962336348964699680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1962336348964699680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1962336348964699680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/10/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1948074822677420361</id><published>2008-10-09T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:06:27.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Baby-bat-ears-760775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Baby-bat-ears-760768.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone! I'm so excited; people have started posting comments to my blogs. This is wonderful. More comments means more diversity and greater elaboration on the concepts I am sharing. If you get a chance, check them out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a short 'mommy' blog. Nevin has been basically deaf for a couple of weeks now. Literally, he acts like he can't hear us, and then when we shout at him, he says, 'Huh?' He has had a cold, so we didn't think much of it. Well, yesterday, his teacher told me that he's having some trouble hearing her give lessons. I took that as a final sign to take him back to the walk-in clinic. They told me that his ears were completely blocked with ear wax. We took him home, and spent the next 3 hours, on and off, flushing his ears out. Here's what's amazing; we found something in his ear. Nevin had a tiny plastic beany-baby bead in his ear! It was buried under the wax. (Gross!) No wonder my kid couldn't hear! He had a double ear infection a month ago, so his ears over-produced wax to help them heal. He slept with his beany baby tiger about a month ago. It has a tiny tear in it, leaking beads. So, essentially, that has been in his ear for a month. :- ) We had been cleaning his ears with a tools, but he needed them flushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoops! The moral of the story? Flush out your kid's ears once in a while, and NO sleeping with leaking beany-babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1948074822677420361?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/1948074822677420361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=1948074822677420361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1948074822677420361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1948074822677420361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/10/ears.html' title='Ears!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2886095172171292376</id><published>2008-10-08T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:38:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin up!</title><content type='html'>I layed awake for hours last night, so intent on writing this blog. Yesterday, I was part of some magical energy with the other clinicians at my new office. I gave a massage to two of them, and later, one was talking about something random. A couple minutes later, another clinician came in, and started talking about this same, random subject. I said, "Ping!". They were confused, so I explained how because his energy was balanced, and higher, (from the Reiki-massage) we were attracting syncronicities in the office. I asked him what the mathematical probability was that he talk about something SO random, and then 2 minutes later attract the same conversation from someone not even on the same side of the building? He was a bit confused, but intrigued, open and accepting. (I love this place!) Then it happened again, a few minutes later, involving a different subject. I would be more detailed, but I can't for privacy reasons. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also ran into another co-worker, who was a bit disappointed 2 weeks ago, that he couldn't fill a workshop. He had just 4 people enrolled.  I told him to visualize 8. He informed me yesterday that 8 people came to his class, and then he gave me a great, big hug! It felt terrific being part of such successful intention work. I saw his eyes light, and have continued to see them light, ever since he told me. His aura looks the best I've ever seen it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I was able to resolve an old issue, with an old friend. It brought our connection to a new level. Between that, working on 2 new co-workers, and all of the successes during the day, I was positively humming when I got home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I turned the debate on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and I watched it for all of 5 minutes, and decided that it was wrecking our energy. I wonder if it did that to others? So much 'mean-ness', and finger pointing. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much focus on the bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember the movie, 'The Never ending Story'? Do you remember how Attreyu (A-Tray-U) had to travel through the swamps of sadness? Do you remember how he had to think happy thoughts to safely pass, or he would be sucked into the muck, like quick sand, and die? Well, he lost his horse, Aztec. And then he almost died, but was rescued by a Luck dragon. It was both the saddest, and most stressful part of the whole movie. But then there was hope, and a new part of his journey began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might not be done with the dip in the economy and world, yet. If you continue to focus on how your world is failing, it will continue to be the source of your happiness, or misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay suspended. I don't care how you do it, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;command&lt;/span&gt; the 'muck' to flow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you. You can and will stay safely suspended &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; it. Remember that money is a flow. If it has flowed away, tell yourself that it will not only flow back, but in greater numbers and intensity. Just like a wave rushing into you.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Focus on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; With SO many people obsessing on the bad, there is a negative current that requires a conscious effort to dodge it. I expect this from my students, clients, friends, family, and readers. I KNOW you have the power to find joy in every moment. If you must feel defeated and sad, feel it, but then MOVE OUT OF IT.  This too, shall pass. I know it. It's just rough seas right now. Try to make it an adventure, and fun. Tell yourself that this will make one heck of a story one day .You will have both &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it, and then turned around and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;in your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TURN OFF THE TV and RADIO. Avoid the paper. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk away&lt;/span&gt; from negative conversations. Make an intention and commitment to yourself to stay suspended. I know you have it in you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have to share one last thing. It's a vision. I see a cliff coming, for myself. It's a longest drop I've ever seen in my life. I can't see the bottom, and it goes straight down. It feels like I'm being sucked into a black hole, down a rabbit hole. But then, I see myself floating on a granite platform. I'm miles above the ground, and I feel a sense of peace, success, and whole-ness within myself. Everything is wonderful within me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And NO, I'm not dying. :- ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be excited and hopeful for me. Have no fear. I am nervous-excited. A friend once told me to tell yourself you are excited when you are nervous. It feels about the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All good things come to me, and now, with my energy where it is at, I am attracting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a great big shift&lt;/span&gt;. :- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian feels this change coming, also. It's nice that he's using his intuition, with me. I just realized yesterday that October 10th is Friday. I feel this 'change' starting tomorrow night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2886095172171292376?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/2886095172171292376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=2886095172171292376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2886095172171292376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2886095172171292376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/10/chin-up.html' title='Chin up!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2305992497322582598</id><published>2008-10-06T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:42:01.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing a book</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw a really neat movie called 'October Sky'. It's a story about a high school boy whose passion was building rockets. It took place in the 60's, (I think). He lived in a coal mining town, and that was what everybody did. His dad was the head of it, and wanted very much for him to mine coal for a living as well. His father didn't support what he wanted to do. The boy ended up winning the national science fair, a college scholarship, and building rockets for a living. In the end, his father supported him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie hit home for me because although they support me now, members of my immediate family made fun of my psychic abilities and interests when I lived at home. I wonder if it's a prerequisite to have un-supportive family members to truly succeed in this world? I think you have to listen hard enough to your inner voice, push past what everyone else says is possible, and then do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all fairness, my immediate and extended family members have shown me spiritual and emotional support over the past year.  That alone proves anything is possible. :- ) It certainly has given me a new perspective; challenging me over the years has only made me stronger. And for that, I am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, I channel-surfed and landed on a show (I think it was Brothers and Sisters?) Anyway, one of the actresses mentioned that she 'accidentally' wrote a book about being on the campaign trail with her husband. Apparently, she took notes on her life, and then sent it to a friend of hers, who put the notes into chapters, and made a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need one of those people!! I have so much good stuff. So much that I don't/can't blog, but could publish.  I have really neat stories about manifesting, premonitions, and more. Too much to blog. I know I saw that show for a reason. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are no accidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to blog about a nagging premonition. When I 'ask' about if we are to move or stay in this house, I keep seeing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCTOBER 10TH, &lt;/span&gt;in bold, in my head. I'm not sure what that is about, but I'm thinking it will make sense on that day. I noticed it's a Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2305992497322582598?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/2305992497322582598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=2305992497322582598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2305992497322582598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2305992497322582598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/10/writing-book.html' title='Writing a book'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-8364207744948358326</id><published>2008-10-04T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:34:25.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up's and down's</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy 3 weeks! Where to start...&lt;div&gt;Well, I spent around 50 hours preparing for my open house/Reiki sharing. Unfortunately, of the 30 that RSVP'd, 10 showed. And then 8 stayed for the sharing. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I came home, and layed down, and did Reiki on myself. It was like a lead jacket covered my entire body. I think we gage our survival on previous experiences. Try as I may, I just couldn't recall a time when I felt that broken. Brian came and layed next to me, and also did Reiki on me. He didn't say anything for awhile, and then he said, "You put on a really nice event tonight Lisa. You did a good job.". That seemed to help a little. But it wasn't until about 10:30PM, when I felt a wave of support come to me. It was my friend. I could tell. I confirmed with her the next day. She did, indeed, send me energy at 10:30PM. (She's a Reiki Master, also). What a difference that made. At the time, I was too raw to blog about it. After all, I try to keep these postings positive. But it feels OK to write about it now. So many positive things have happened, since. And no one meant to hurt me by not showing. Everyone who didn't show had a legitimate reason, and they were very apologetic. Those that were there, were supposed to be. As Reiki sharings go, it was terrific. One student even told me later, that it was the best sharing she had ever been to. And she's been to several over the years. So that much was a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My insight was that I'm going to host a Reiki sharing that is a costume party. This time, I don't think I'm feeding anyone. It was too expensive, and too stressful. I think it would be better to have a costume contest, and then a Reiki sharing. That's enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past few weeks, I've had fun getting to know the members of the clinic. They seem both intrigued, and inspired by me. It's fun to be in such a place that supports creative thinking. One good thing that came from the open house was my 20 slide keynote presentation. The members of the clinic loved it! We are going to buy monitors and play mine, and others in the waiting rooms as silent advertising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the highlight of my past few weeks was my angel helper training. In this special training, I have found 7 extremely dedicated and talented woman, who wish to take their abilities to the next level. This event occurred just 2 days after the open house, so I had plenty of left over food to share. Each of them displayed unique gifts. I felt inspired and healed after this training. It's funny how my life contains such sharp up's and down's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best news is that I have discovered, for lack of a better word, a new power! I was getting my son adjusted by the chiropractor. When he held my fingers, I could feel what he was feeling! My mother calls this being a surrogate energy. WOW. It was awesome. I haven't had time to play with it, but I'd like to have Ian hold an object, and have me blind folded, and see if I can feel it or describe it. This was thrilling to me because I may be able to use this ability to teach my angel helpers how to 'see' energy the way I do. You see, they each interpret energy differently, some of them see it, some of them feel it, and some of them just know it. They are all at different levels. One of them may even be able to do it if she is imagining that she is healing them absentee (distant). I was also able to implant an inspired thought into Brian's head. I had this thought that I wanted him to be inspired about a work idea by the end of the day. I tapped his head with this thought (he allowed me to send energy to him this way). Well, at the end of the day he shared that he had a really neat work idea. It worked! I told him what I had done. We were both inspired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. Honest. I always worry I'm going to sound like a nut to my reader. But I think I need to be brave about sharing my new gifts. I think there will be several more of them if I am teach my angel helpers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-8364207744948358326?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/8364207744948358326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=8364207744948358326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8364207744948358326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8364207744948358326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/10/ups-and-downs.html' title='Up&apos;s and down&apos;s'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1731538827810457782</id><published>2008-09-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:59:18.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The chicken dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Chickens-710260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Chickens-710258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the way to find happiness, every day, is to be spontaneous. This isn't always easy, but it has something to do with allowing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; energy to move through you, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without resistance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just stumbled across a website called 'Angel wings astrology', while looking for workshop supplies. There was a blog question on there, and it read as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If meditation is not possible in every days life, is there any other way to be happy?" (this is how it is written)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; significant to me, because I'm writing a workshop on the difference between soul-full and worldly happiness, and maintaining it. It's a big subject, and I have much more research to do. However, I'd like to share some of my most recent insights, and a couple of examples with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, we made Cornish hens for the first time, with my 3 and 5 year old boys. We are all quarantined with colds, this weekend. I'm not sure what came over me, but I found Lawrence Welk's chicken dance on U-TUBE, and we did the chicken dance for our kids. (Brian included)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, it's official: We are NERDS! That, or REALLY committed parents. Either way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it was fun and hilarious.  We all felt a little better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been pulling the 'spontaneity' angel card over the past 3 days. No matter from what deck, and even digitally. 'There are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ACCIDENTS'&lt;/span&gt;. (I heard that in Kung Fu Panda, and Star Wars, recently).  :- ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this, but it's nice to hear out loud; even if it's from a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Spontaneous', according to the 'Angel Card Book, means, "The ability to act appropriately and without hesitation in an unplanned moment. Follow your intuitive promptings and explore the full spectrum of your creativity". People are always talking about 'being in the now'. I find that applying spontaneity brings in God-force energy; which allows you to be completely in the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week ago, I was on the lake fishing, with my nephew. After awhile,  Brian came out to the boat on the jet ski, and offered to take me to shore for a little while.  I have to laugh, because I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;climbed onto the jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i, from the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, (with pants on, not a swim suit), which &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rapidly began to sink&lt;/span&gt;, and then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the engine sputtered and failed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OH MY GOSH it was thrilling! Of course we were safe, but there was a real fear of getting wet! My pants were soaked past my ankles.  Eventually, Brian got the engine going, and then we sped across the lake, to the cottage. Brian also gave me a ride back out, in which I climbed back into the row boat, from the jet ski.   It was really, really fun, and spontaneous. And oddly, I think it was some of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a story to remember, however small. There was a real life thrill within those moments that was both unpredictable and alive. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the moments that give us insight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the moments that make us feel alive. It is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; moments &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intentionally&lt;/span&gt;. Usually, they come from a feeling of sudden inspiration to act out of character. I followed that instinct in each of my examples. However ridiculous they seemed, and they lead me to genuine happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping this blog, in particular, motivates some of you to take more risks. I currently have a student who shared that the reason she is taking one of my classes is because she 'Never does anything out side of her comfort box'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stepped outside of our 'normal' once in awhile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life might be more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1731538827810457782?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/1731538827810457782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=1731538827810457782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1731538827810457782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1731538827810457782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/09/chicken-dance.html' title='The chicken dance'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1485554982702687550</id><published>2008-09-08T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T06:46:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Mohr' coincidence</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite clients came to see me Friday. She told me a neat story. The last time she'd seen me; 3 weeks ago, she took a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; way home, through Elm Grove. She thought to herself, "Hmm. Lisa is looking for an office out here, so I'll look around."  She actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drove down 124Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;urned around in my new clinic's parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! On her way out of 124Th, she saw a mailbox that said '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOHR&lt;/span&gt;' on it. She wondered if they were family of ours, but then headed home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraordinary. What a couple of amazing coincidences!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 'MOHR' home, is evidently 2 houses from my new clinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than likely, this is just a directional marker that I'm supposed to be at my new office. Not that I haven't been getting sign after sign, daily. But this one is so obvious, it's like the universe came down and planted a directional arrow on the street for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, and I drive past 'Hawk's' nursery to turn onto 124th.  Does the world work like this for everyone, and they just miss it? What if it was always this easy and obvious? Maybe it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1485554982702687550?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/1485554982702687550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=1485554982702687550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1485554982702687550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1485554982702687550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/09/mohr-coincidence.html' title='The &apos;Mohr&apos; coincidence'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-528513233299457486</id><published>2008-09-05T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:41:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day of work</title><content type='html'>I love this place. I'm in a cove of warmth and comfort, all day long. I am in the process of buying a new camera, so I'll just have to describe it. The walls are mocha colored, with a chair rail. There are 6 recessed lights, on a dimmer switch, now. (Compliments of Brian) I have wireless Internet, my own bathroom to use, a huge parking lot, and a bunch of really nice therapists surrounding me. Oh, and I get to see my Mom. I love my Mom!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first client came in and said, "Wow," to the room and clinic.  She layed down and said she suddenly felt like crying. I chuckled and said, 'It's the energy in this place; it's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; office.". We both laughed. It's SO safe in here. To further clarify her statement, she loved her massage, and the office. The entire building is such a wonderful surprise, once you're inside. You see, it looks like a brown shoe box on the outside; but the inside looks like a Frank Lloyd Wright design. It's a converted train station, and most of the building has been modernized. It's just great, all over the place. I don't know what else to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I was waiting in the van while we had a repair guy fixing something. I saw a 'Mohrhusan'  van drive buy. I think they also do appliance repair. I got to thinking about when we were looking for our very first home, we drove past the 'Mohrhusan' repair shop. We both thought that an amazing coincidence; it's spelled the same way as our last name. We bought a home a couple blocks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got to thinking about my new office, and how I had all of those 'Hawk' pings. Well, I pass 'Hawk's nursery', just before I turn onto my new office's road. Neat. It's like God makes it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful that I'm here, right now. I'm content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I was blow drying my hair, and I suddenly I had this vision of a house we looked at, several months ago. It was huge, and about to go to auction. I think it was worth $700k, and starting bid was $100k. It was a nice, big home, but it needed remodeling in every room, and the basement was moldy from this spring's flooding. I think it went for 300K+, but I'm not sure. I thought of this home yesterday, too. The only reason I'm blogging this, is it was a message from my angels. It came to me without any preceding thoughts. It was just me and the hair dryer, trying to wake up. I was 'blank', when the vision came to me. That definitely means something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked with Brian later on, and he told me he was inspired to look at homes in the Elm Grove area, again, this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something is coming, I'm sure. In the mean time, I'm just going to enjoy my new office space. :- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy cow! I just manifest a mahogany desk from a fellow therapist. Yay! It's JUST what I wanted, and it was just sitting, unassembled, in her office. Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-528513233299457486?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/528513233299457486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=528513233299457486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/528513233299457486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/528513233299457486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-day-of-work.html' title='My first day of work'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1260514743726835143</id><published>2008-09-03T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:21:13.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>When I was in first grade, I made the decision that I would &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; work a 9-5 work day, at a desk. I just knew that I couldn't do it. It would be too suffocating for my free spirit. That's quite a life decision to make at 7 years old. I didn't know what I'd do, but I knew it could never be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I tell you that I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; known rush hour traffic, (minus the occasional drive to the airport), I mean it. Wow. I give people credit that have to be at work by 8am, every morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a scary concept; me and the rest of the world driving 70 miles an hour, half awake. It's really scary out there! Good thing Brian was driving.  Hee. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian got to pre-school on time, and Nevin got to his school on time. Job well done..for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to adopt out the kitten to a massage client who came to my house this morning. I kept wondering if this all happened for her. My guides told me NOT to reschedule her to my new office, this Friday. So I didn't. And then I got this kitten last night; the night before the busiest day of our lives. (That's what it felt like). It all happened for a reason. And I'd do it again, in a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard a saying once; 'If you want something done, ask a busy person to do it.'. Isn't that the truth? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I going to get my kids up tomorrow? I have no kitten-in-the-bathroom to bribe them with? Boy, did they get out of their beds quickly when I told them that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian started pre-school today, and he was SO proud when he came home. He kept saying, 'Ian-school, Ian-school'. And then he asked for Nevin. The first thing Nevin did when he got out of school was ask about Ian. Very cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for tonight. Just a quick update on the kitten. I move my stuff into my new office tomorrow.  I need good rest tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1260514743726835143?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/1260514743726835143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=1260514743726835143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1260514743726835143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1260514743726835143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-7356007932632803447</id><published>2008-09-02T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:17:01.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed and Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Kitten-709401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Kitten-709374.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I had a morbid thought about finding my cat, dead, one day. She's an outdoor cat, but looks about 5 years younger than she is. The vet said so. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Every vet I've ever gone to has preached to me about how I'm hurting my cat, by having it an outdoor cat, and yet Topaz, my Reiki-loving cat, looks and acts so much younger.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been a stray cat walking around the neighborhood. I've wanted to go up to it, but whenever I make it outside, it's gone. I saw it today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was downstairs tonight, looking for those little stickies I put on my newsletters to keep them closed. I found myself sifting through some old photos. There was a photo from 8 years ago, of me holding a little kitten we briefly had named Peridot. Topaz (my current cat of 15 years) wouldn't have it, and terrorized it. We ended up having to give it to the humane society. Luckily, it was adopted out.  I was remembering how happy I was, holding and cuddling it in the photo. I came upstairs and there was a knock at the door. It was the neighbor with his live trap. He had caught a kitten. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unbelievable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He has his hands full with a puppy, so we volunteered to take it for the night. Kind of a 'Bed and Breakfast' for the kitten. It's funny how so many little things lead up to tonight. There are more little things, but mostly thoughts, angel cards, and images.  I think I was waiting for this kitten all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided that we'd bath it, but we didn't have any flea and tick formula that was safe for kittens under 12 weeks. So, I looked on the Internet. I knew I could use essential oils. I just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;collection at home right now; being I'm moving to my office on Thursday. We ended up bathing it in Apple Cider Vinegar and puppy shampoo, and then rubbing it down with peppermint, geranium, and lavender essential oils. This kitten smells good enough to eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all meant to be. Right now, it's asleep in the bathroom, on top of a little container of drawers on the sink. It's a bold kitten. We think it's a 'she', but we're not sure. We kind of like the name 'Phoenix'. It's unisex, so it will do. I'm hoping someone will want it tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, tomorrow both boys need to be up by 5:45am, and on their way to their first day of school. I'm not exactly sure why spirit has us doing this tonight, but it will all work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to laugh at what tomorrow will look like. I just had a talk with Nevin about how we don't touch wild animals.... How am I going to explain this one? And at 6am, when he goes to use the kittens 'Room and board'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-7356007932632803447?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/7356007932632803447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=7356007932632803447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7356007932632803447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7356007932632803447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/09/bed-and-breakfast.html' title='Bed and Breakfast'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-6011481040457030975</id><published>2008-09-01T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:55:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Deeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Fish-710233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Fish-710226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week, Brian and I were part of a few soul-full moments. The first was a response to someone giving her fish tank away, on Craig's list. She had lost her husband the year before, couldn't afford her home, and lost it to a short sale. Very, very sad. Her power was shut off for a week when Brian had arrived. She had no place to go with them. After everything that had happened, it was sweet that she was concerned about saving her fish. Brian drained the tank downstairs, by flashlight, and rescued all of them. All in all, we've lost just one fish, a week later. I think the rest are going to be just fine in their new tanks. (We have 2).  It felt like a good deed. Even if it was a small gesture of kindness, at least this woman got some peace in the midst of all of her life changes. And Brian was part of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other good deed involved a family that ran out of gas. They were at the gas station, and asked if we could give them a ride back to their truck. We just happened to have a car seat available, and an extra set of headphones. The last few minutes of 'The Cat in the Hat' was playing in the van. Nevin welcomed the little 4 year boy, and even asked him if he was coming over to play at our house. After we dropped them off, the movie ended. Almost on cue. We had just enough room for the parents in our van. It was like it was meant to be; they got a ride into the gas station, and a ride from us to their truck.  It's little, but it was a nice feeling to help a family in need. Especially since &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are a family. I could appreciate their crisis and stress. I think every one has ran out of gas at some point in their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School starts for both my boys on Wednesday, my really good friend, Kate, leaves to move out to Boston at the end of the week,  :- (  ,  and I get the keys for my new office tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big, big changes are under foot. All good things, for great reasons.  But big changes, for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-6011481040457030975?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/6011481040457030975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=6011481040457030975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6011481040457030975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6011481040457030975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-deeds.html' title='Good Deeds'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-7904995048224092789</id><published>2008-08-27T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:53:19.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>Ok, today turned out very surprising. As it turns out, my feeling of sinking was just the sign regulator, for Germantown. He called me about my 'illegal banner'. I LAUGHED! If you read my last blog, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ironic that I would get this call. Incredibly. I've been there for over a year now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called him back and said, "This is Lisa Mohr and I have the illegal banner".  Why not say it, and get it out there right away? That caught him off guard. Maybe he's used to people lying about it.  I said that I thought that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; needed permits, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; banners.  This was the truth. That's how it is in Menomonee Falls, and I see them all over Germantown. He quickly calmed and said that they are 'working on that'. I told him that I would take my banner down immediately, and then he asked about the psychic's signs. I laughed. I told him that I have nothing to do with her; we are separate businesses. He said he'd call her. She has about 4 signs, all over the place. I thought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my land lord called him, but he said that he was just driving by. Either way, it's no harm to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we continued to pack up my office. I figured I would pack some today, and the rest on Saturday. I had massages this week, so I wanted to 'keep shop' for a few more days. Well, during the afternoon, Lisa Marie came over to talk to me about something. I don't want to get into it; but after that, I asked Brian if I could completely move out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;. He said that was fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a fun fact about me: I get really angry...and I shake, when people &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lie through their teeth&lt;/span&gt;, when they are talking to me. Just a fun fact I thought I'd share about myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now back to my story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each person I rescheduled, it worked out either for the better, or they were going to call me to reschedule anyway,  but hadn't yet. I had 6 people reschedule this week. All of them, legitimate excuses. It JUST didn't feel safe there to me. And I think the universe was in sink with that. I certainly didn't need any more signs to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few miracles occurred after that. Small, but miracles, none the less. First of all, this was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; event, of this magnetude, that our children were involved and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; all day long. Ian even napped in the van at one point. During the afternoon, Nevin was hungry, so we went over to the gas station. I know one of the guys there. When I told him I was leaving, he looked like he was going to cry. I was really touched. His dad works there, and thoughtfully gave Nevin a candy bar. It just happened to be wheat-free, so he could eat it. It just made our day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, it took me no time to set up a temporary massage area (for clients that I know). When I've done this in the past, it took me hours. I did it in under an hour. Brian said, "It &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feels like it's meant to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition, I found out that a family member is pregnant tonight. I will further blog details about this, when I can. I'm supposed to keep it quiet, for now. But there were signs leading up to this, and I journaled them. But I can't share, just yet! Birth means: new things coming into fruition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel safe, but unsettled. I have a 2 week period in between my new place, and home. Nevin starts school on Tuesday, so everything changes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like something big happens with our home in 5 weeks. Could be a move, could be a decision to remodel, or stay. Who knows. But I'm blogging it. I'm going with the 'we are moving' guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing happened at 4pm.  At 12:30 the sign-guy called, and around 2pm, I spoke with Lisa Marie. I seem to be a couple hours off. But those 2 events were what the sinking feelings were about. I'm sure of it.  Maybe if I journal it more often, I'll sharpen that timeline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-7904995048224092789?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/7904995048224092789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=7904995048224092789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7904995048224092789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7904995048224092789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/08/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3704284381084994543</id><published>2008-08-27T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:14:41.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sinking feeling</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon!&lt;div&gt;My guides told me to blog this. I'm becoming more and more confident with posting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the things that happen in my life. And this morning, Brian said to me, 'I believe in you Lisa.'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm feeling brave at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sinking feeling that something bad is about to happen. I feel something around 4pm, today. I had foreseen some kind of event happening today,  Wednesday, back on Monday. So far, I had one appt. cancel, and one not show. I took this as a sign to pack up my office. I feel like I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get out of there, pronto. I don't feel energetically safe there. I want my healing space to be just that, safe; and it is not. Perhaps this is why 3 of my most fragile clients rescheduled their appts. this week. The universe is protecting them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm eager for the next phase. Transition is always difficult, but if I can just keep my chin up, it will all be over, soon enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to have exciting, cheerful news, soon enough. In the mean time, the universe seems to be directing me to get out of where I am at, as soon as humanly possible. I have a few more appts. this week. The massages will be in a baron office, but that's OK. My new place will look that much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep hearing my name today. I inquired about a camera on Craig's list, this morning. Her name was Lisa. And Brian just called someone named Lisa. So, those are usually pings for a 'head's up', again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least it all makes a good story. :- ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3704284381084994543?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/feeds/3704284381084994543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6211851453169732767&amp;postID=3704284381084994543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3704284381084994543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3704284381084994543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/08/sinking-feeling.html' title='A sinking feeling'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-7391399772651726733</id><published>2008-08-25T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:59:38.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very tough day</title><content type='html'>The following post will be very detailed, and perhaps a bit lengthy; but I assure you it will be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;profound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; read if you stick with it. I had an incredibly challenging day, but it wasn't without for- warnings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I went on a walk and saw on old man walking and collecting cans. I used to see him while driving Nevin to school last year, but a few miles away. I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seen him in my neighborhood. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought of him yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because Nevin was crushing cans. I wondered heavily, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; I was seeing him? I suppose it was just the first 'Heads Up!' for my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned from my walk to see Brian nursing a hawk. Apparently, it had flown into our window, and knocked itself out. There was blood splattered on the window. The first thought I had was a recollection of a client telling me how, just a week before, a large bird had flown into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; window, and then died in her arms. As you may know, Hawks are one of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'my'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; animals. I see them nearly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time I drive. So a hawk that flew into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; window was a bit jarring. We all did Reiki on it; me, Brian, and both my boys. It was interesting to see the compassion and understanding that went through their little 3 and 5 year old heads. Such tenderness, and a little bit of sorrow. I myself felt guilty holding such a majestic creature. I suppose I've never really seen a hawk up close before. It was beautiful, and huge. Much like an eagle. After about 10 min., there came a point where my Reiki just fizzled out. It had been hot at points, but then it just slowly turned off. I believe this when the bird passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do? What &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you do with such a beautiful creature? We called a taxidermist. I thought maybe I'd donate it. -Not that I'm stuffing birds; I just thought I could donate it to them. Well, as it turns out, Hawks are protected. "It's a shame" the lady on the phone said, "Such beautiful creatures and you're just supposed to throw it in a dumpster? I wish we could take it, but we can't. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I ended up wrapping a shroud around it (a towel) and putting it in a coffin  (a bag) and placing it in the garbage. :- (  Such a sad, sad, shame.   But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thanked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;spirit for the message; 'HEADS UP! There is going to be a jarring message. '  At least, that is how I took it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little bit later, I was doing my e-mails and I had this feeling that something wasn't quite right on my 'I'm moving and fall schedule' message.   I even had trouble sending it. The dates were correct, but something felt like I should be on alert. It stated that I'd be taking massage clients at my new location begining on Sept. 16th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to work, I checked all of my things. I had this paranoid feeling like something was going to be de-faced or stolen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a call from a lady whose father just died on Friday. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death #2 that morning&lt;/span&gt;. I told her about my hawk, and that it was a totem for me. She said that they are totems for her as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally took her call after being pestered by mosquitos and coming in to see her message. I remembered thinking while outside, 'I'm supposed to go in and get my phone!'.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The call was all of 5 min., and then my massage client showed early. It was the perfect time for this lady to call me . For the moment, I thought everything was OK. That this was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the hawk hit my window; to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; connect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with this woman whose father just died. But then this anxious feeling grew in my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wondered if someone &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was going to die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;in my mind and body, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a phone call at 8pm. I wasn't sure what it would be about, but I could feel something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at a friend's house, I got a call from my current landlord, at 7pm. (I guess I was off by an hour.) On Saturday, we had both agreed on me leaving the 15Th of Sept. He said that was 'Just fine'. He wanted me to take my sign down immediately. Initially, I agreed, but then I called him later and decided that it wasn't professional to do that; without me warning my clientel that I was leaving. Also, I have new clients coming this week. I need that sign up.  Besides, I was paying rent through mid-Sept. I left a polite voice mail on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, he told me that I either take that sign down, or I need to leave by the first. I said, "OK, I'll leave by the first". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jarring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to say the least. I'm not sure why he's so invested in hurting my business. I've always payed him early, and have done loads of upgrades on the place. I'm a landlord, and I do not treat tenants like this. He has not been very nice to me from the start, and I have always remained professional. My guides tell me that I am being tested, and that I am fairing well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S A SMALL COMFORT RIGHT NOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEATH # 3: the current location of Universal Healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. So, in a nutshell, I had a hawk fly into a window to alert me of a sudden death ie. my business location. I had a funny feeling about the e-mails I sent out, because I have a 2 week gap before I work at the new place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll figure something out, it's just really stressful to have to do all of this within one week. At least I have Brian, and others to help me. And honestly, as I was there today, I thought to myself, " I can't WAIT to get out of here". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe I created this. Don't we all create our realities? I sense this will be an intense week. Please wish my prayers and energy. I will certainly need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-7391399772651726733?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7391399772651726733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7391399772651726733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-tough-day.html' title='A very tough day'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1511819884393893866</id><published>2008-08-23T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:24:22.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found it!</title><content type='html'>So much has happened, but I haven't had time to blog. I am moving my office to West Grove Clinic, in Elm Grove. This is the first space I looked at, back in February. It felt nice, but the time was wrong. I have made myself nuts, looking all over town, when I should have just gone back to my first choice. I think I was a little anxious about sharing space where my mother works. We are both strong Scorpio women, and I was concerned about stepping on her toes. But now I see that I'll be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; comfortable there, it's ridiculous. Literally, it feels like a gigantic hug, in every direction. These people, and the owner, Fred, are incredible. I can't wait to be part of their space, and perhaps one day, their team. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hosting a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIGANTIC&lt;/span&gt; open house on Friday, Sept. 26Th from 5:30-7:00pm. There will be a reiki sharing after that, from 7:00-8:00 pm. My intention is to bring together all of the wonderful spiritual people that I have met, in trying to find a new space. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew this process happened for a reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke with my current landlord today, and I was as professional and accountable as possible. Although he'd like to resent me for leaving, I believe I've been so in my integrity with paying rent early, every month, he has no ground to stand on. I've given him adequate notice, and he has agreed to let me leave mid-month.  I can't wait to get into my new space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning on officially being at West Grove Clinic on Sept. 15Th. That should give me ample time to send out the necessary info to clients and students. I finally have classes beginning, mid-September, at the clinic. There is a gorgeous course room, with recessed lights, built in dry erase boards, french doors, leather arm chairs, and more. It's about the same size as where I'm at now, but layed out entirely different. I can easily teach 10-14 students in that room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian told me today that he started actively looking for houses again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was stunned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (This has been a roller coaster of up's and down's between us, for months). He told me that we are 'over the hump', because 'Two are down, and there's just one to go'.  This infers Nevin will be at his new school, and me at my new office. Now, we just need a home. Then we will be within 10 min. of all three locations. Perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it sounds impossible, but I seriously feel big change coming, on the home front, within 5-6 weeks.  I've got to trust this. I have no idea how, of course, but I feel it coming. And it feels like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gentle&lt;/span&gt; landing into this new dwelling.  I feel relief, gratitude, and joy, all in one, as I interpret the feeling that comes from myself, as I imagine me, in the future. -I hope that makes sense. That is how I get my visions. I ask a question, and pan forward in my head, and feel what I will feel like. I then place images with these feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized this week that I am offering pod casts on my website (according to the yellow pages Ad I have, that just came out). I have to get on that! So watch for some of those within the next month. My add looks nice. It's under 'massage' in the 4 county yellow pages. :- ) Take a peak, if you get the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited, but really exhausted, all at once. When I think of all of the e-mails, the newsletter, and moving I have coming, I'm already tired! School is starting, just in time for all of this to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another post to share, so I'll finish this one up. Have a great night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1511819884393893866?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1511819884393893866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1511819884393893866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-found-it.html' title='I found it!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-8645101801107779468</id><published>2008-08-18T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:10:52.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A really neat connection</title><content type='html'>I have been enjoying the last of the summer with my children and husband. Although it's been fun, I'm just about ready for them both to be in school/programs for part of the day. :- )&lt;div&gt;There are two things I'd like to share in this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is something I experienced with my children while we were touring a local camp and pre-school for Ian. Nevin said he was 'just a little bit afraid with all of the people around us' (they were hosting camp while we toured). I told him that I thought is was very normal to feel a little anxious around new people and new places. A few minutes later, I saw him with his arm around his little brother saying, "Don't worry Ian, I'll be with you every step of the way." &lt;div&gt;:- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevin found his strength and courage in appointing himself Ian's supporter. I was reminded that fear can be transformed when we choose to model courage because we love someone. It was very sweet to witness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second thing I'd like to share is about an amazing networking event I attended at Phantom Lake, in Mukwonago. My mother's boss, Fred (and his wife, Pat) own a home out there. It was pure magic. Perhaps the best part of the event, amongst the pontoon ride, food, wine and cigars was the soul-full connections I made with others. Specifically a couple named Di and Gary. Within 10 minutes of my arrival, she came right up to me and said, "Hello Lisa." To my surprise, she knew me, and knew all about me. You see, she co-teaches some of my mother's workshops and knew about my Law of Attraction workshops. She also had gone onto my website, and on my blog, and knew me from my picture. It's always a shock, and incredibly humbling,  when people tell me they are reading my blog. Anyway, we chatted and I told her I was looking for space in Elm Grove. She said, " I know that. And I know you looked at a space at Studio 890 recently." I was shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, she&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have read that on my blog, but I sensed there was something else. She shared that while she was checking out a space, the guy who did the showing (also named Gary), had my business card on his clipboard. While he took a phone call, she read the card and immediately thought 'Oh, neat, he's into Reiki', and then she read it closer, and saw my name. It was then that she put together that I was Ellen's daughter, and all of the things she had heard about me from my mother.  I'm not sure if she went on my site before or after that. Any which way, it was another hard ping about Studio 890, for me. The way the universe works, it could mean that I am supposed to pay attention to this connection with Di, I'm supposed to use that space, and/or both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided that I'd like a second showing. Perhaps I could share this space with other people who wish to host workshops. Should I take this space, they will remodel it so that it is open concept, with an enclosed body work room at the back. It should comfortably hold 15-20 students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my exploration for new space, I have made some wonderful connections. There is a group out on Bluemound that has open discussion groups about the Law of Attraction. There is also a store in Elm Grove called Angel Light LLC that sells crystals, reiki supplimental items, and more. I really enjoyed speaking with the owner, Sherry, and her employee, Tracy. Very nice folks in that shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I do find my new location, I've decided to host a large open house/networking event, so that everyone can get to know everyone. This event on Phantom lake was incredibly affective for me. I made several professional connections with lawyers, psycho- therapists, and a psychiatrist. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of them were open to Reiki, and The Law of Attraction. It was incredibly inspiring and ful-filling for me. The world is really changing more and more for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have asked Di and her husband Gary to dinner with Brian and I. Their energy felt like a big sister and big brother. It was significant that I met them; I'm sure of that. Perhaps there is a future with us in the business world, or perhaps it is more friendship related. Either way, it's exciting a new to meet such wonderful people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-8645101801107779468?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8645101801107779468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8645101801107779468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/08/really-neat-connection.html' title='A really neat connection'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3388342012037399064</id><published>2008-08-09T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:49:52.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on to something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/The-Super-Crumb-737030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/The-Super-Crumb-737022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I checked out the space in Brookfield, on Bluemound, I mentioned in my last blog. No one answered my phone call to let me in, so that was a sign it wasn't going to be right. The next sign was the incredible drive, down a very busy road, with lots of construction. That would be too stressful for me; let alone a client seeking relaxation. Once I entered the mall, however, I was pleasantly surprised. I have never seen anything like this, (in Milwaukee). There was a flower shop that reminded me of the Milwaukee (Tropical) Domes. In the center of the mall, there was a mid-level platform that held around a dozen tables. Beautiful. But it wasn't right. This location is too far away from where I want to be, and there is no external area for a sign.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a Studio 890 inside. That was downright unbelievable! Talk about some kind of a ping! I looked at a retail space in the studio 890 mall in Elm Grove, 10 days ago. And then again, a few days later. That was the first, of several locations I've looked at. Gary, the manager, was very friendly and accommodating. I'm still mulling over the possibility of a store front out there. It's a big endeavor, but the thought won't leave my head. It seems to haunt me constantly. I read in Doreen Virtue's book that a recurring thought is your angels trying to tell you something. I'm supposed to listen to something about this recurring thought. It's a clue. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I get from today? Something about the space at Studio 890 in Elm Grove. Something about not settling for anything less that what I want vs. need. Oh, and that there are about about a million Reiki masters and massage therapists, and life coaches in this city! EVERY location I've looked at has at least 2 massage therapists/Reiki Masters, and a life coach. Things have really changed from when I started 14 years ago. This is a good thing. There is awareness in Milwaukee that was not there before. And it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to me that maybe we could use a Reiki store of some sort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was something about the store front in the courtyard at studio 890, but it wasn't right. Is there a better location? It's like I'm on a bread crumb trail today. That's what it feels like. I mean, what are the chances that I'd run into Arleen at the grocery store, and then pick up a referral for a space that shares a mall with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Studio 890? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS THAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we having fun yet? :- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photo above is called 'The Super Crumb'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what today was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me thinks it would be fun to sell the potions and lotions I make. And a favorite jewelry line I love. I could sell crystals,  Angel Cards, and Reiki supplemental materials. I'd need help, of course. Lot's of it. But the idea seems like fun, somehow. Am I crazy? Or am I suppressing something my angels are trying to share with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoo! Even writing it seems exhausting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself I'd completely dismiss this store front idea if 'TheReikiStore.com' or 'TheReikiShop.com' were taken. To my surprise, in this whole wide world, no one has reserved the domain of 'TheReikiShop.com'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until this afternoon... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's reserved. Am I going to do anything with it? Time will tell. But until then, it's fun to follow the bread crumbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reiki+ The Law of Attraction = Abundance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3388342012037399064?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3388342012037399064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3388342012037399064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-on-to-something.html' title='I&apos;m on to something'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5702901108990414014</id><published>2008-08-08T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:53:19.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which way to go...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Question-Mark-in-the-Sky-725272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Question-Mark-in-the-Sky-724519.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like when Brian and I went van shopping. The first van, of about 8 we tried, ended up being the best, but didn't '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' right. I told the sales person, and he was confused and frustrated. 'How can I help you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's right?' he asked. I told him there was nothing he could do. We almost bought it, but then the headphones didn't work for the DVD player. We went home and I told Brian that he HAD to buy a van the next day. Our van was dying and we NEEDED 2 vehicles. Well, he had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; intention, and got a lead on a van in Kenosha. It had just rolled onto the lot. It had more features than the van we almost bought, and he got it for 1/2 of the sticker price. WOW. They didn't even have time to detail it, so was got a $200 coupon to use in the future. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this is how I feel about my new office space. I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; close, I can taste it; but nothing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right. Not yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran into Arleen, a student of mine who just hosted an open house for a new healing space she has in Menomonee falls, at the grocery store yesterday. Before her open house last week, I hadn't seen her in about a year.  She teaches, among other things, energetic protection. I wouldn't have been grocery shopping, but I had an appt. cancel. Arleen said it perfect, 'Well, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be running into you for a reason.' I agreed; fate was at play, somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She shared that she read my blog, and wanted to e-mail me about someone who is looking to share space in Brookfield, on Bluemound road. Now, I had been thinking my space would be on Bluemound, so that got my attention. I had thought it would be Elm Grove, but I'm OPEN at this point to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the universe sends me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spoke with Linda, the contact Arleen told me about. As it turns out, she hosts a 'Law of Attraction' group, and life coaches. She doesn't teach it as much as she leads open discussions. This might be a nice fit for what I'm doing. I certainly don't want to step on any toes. She sounds assertive, like me, so we'll see what comes of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to think I'm really close to what's coming. I feel this wave of energetic support. Several people have shared with me over the past 24hours that they 'caught up on my blog'. I think the wishes and hopes and curiosity of my readers is pushing me into a new state. I feel both inspired and frustrated. Like I did with the van. I've seen spaces that are everything I want, but something isn't right. It's got to 'feel' right. I'll know it when I see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the Law of Attraction, it should &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. None of this driving around and searching, as I have been. I'm just impatient for change. I live for change. All change brings better things for me. It really does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, THANK YOU for your loving energy, prayers, and wishes on my behalf. I really feel it. And it's making this waiting period more tolerable for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will keep you posted. Have an inspired day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reiki + The Law of Attraction = Abundance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5702901108990414014?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5702901108990414014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5702901108990414014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/08/which-way-to-go.html' title='Which way to go...?'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-8780911260693301663</id><published>2008-08-03T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:30:05.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/blog/uploaded_images/White-flag-784462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/blog/uploaded_images/White-flag-784460.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've blogged. Last week Friday, I was going to send out an invite for my next Intro classes, and then I noticed my e-mail, blog, and website were down. I was having my web host transferred to a different one. Little did I know, it would take a week for everything to be up again. I was SO frustrated because I couldn't warn people and communicate that I would be unavailable for an uncertain amount of time. I had a feeling that I wouldn't be able to teach classes at my current location again. And I didn't want to, but needed a place to host my workshops. My e-mail being down prevented me from sending out invites for the upcoming class on Aug. 4Th. To confirm that indeed I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; supposed to teach on that day, my landlord called and asked if he could resurface the parking lot on that day. It was yet another sign I'm not supposed to teach there anymore. I've had several other signs, as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had pulled the angel card 'surrender' that Friday from one deck; 'surrender' on Saturday from another deck, and then later that day, my website guy said that he's learned somethings in life you can change, and what you can't, you have to just 'surrender'. WOW! I guess the universe wanted me to take the week off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still looking for a new location for Universal Healing. Usually, these places just come to me. Either the time isn't right, or I'm missing some kind of sign. I think it will come when it's supposed to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Alta Mira, I haven't heard from them. I even sent an e-mail. But before my reader is disappointed, I'd like to explain what I feel everything was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about. When I first started my intro classes, they were created for the Hartland Community Center. The director chose me from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 pages&lt;/span&gt; of Google Reiki Masters. I was her 3rd choice, and the only one who answered. She chose me because she liked my name, Lisa. Her sister had the same name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I created an 'Intro to Reiki' class, just for them. My first class was huge, and then not a single student after that session. I tried 2 sessions after that, and nothing. I feel I was supposed to merely create the class format that I did, which evolved into Reiki and the Law of Attraction classes.  I have since taught, monthly, for 18 months. It's been a terrific workshop that would not have happened if not for Hartland. I was just supposed to create a new way to teach. And I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Alta Mira... Well, I loved that evening. I was able to create a multi-media presentation for a large audience; something I had never done before. I was also aware of a group of people that would be interested in supporting me in further workshops, as assistants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of this event, I am writing an 'Angel Helper' series. This series of classes will be my most challenging task yet. I am attempting to teach a small group of people how to do what I do. And that would be something that I never thought possible to teach: listening to their angels, guides, seeing energies, setting the room in light, and trusting premonitions. My hopes are to take this group to the highest level I know of. Perhaps they will teach and travel with me in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were it not for the opportunity at Alta Mira, I wouldn't know how comfortable I feel in front of a large audience. Conquering that fear was liberating for me, in a way that is difficult to put words to. It brought me to another level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The manager of Alta Mira called 3 massage therapists to do volunteer massages, that fateful night I first met her; I was the 3rd, and only one to answer her call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all meant to happen. We never know why until much later. Such is life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, I'm just eager to find a space to teach and create. I think the universe is trying to give me some kind of a break, or vacation from all of this. For the moment, I'm just enjoying the summer days and nights with my family. All too soon, Nevin will be in his new school, and gone 8-9 hours a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-8780911260693301663?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8780911260693301663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8780911260693301663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/08/lessons-in-surrender.html' title='Lessons in surrender'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-4887758170817138397</id><published>2008-07-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:20:12.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mohr System of Abundance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/2391037714_362690c281_m-777671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/2391037714_362690c281_m-777640.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was full of interesting happenings. I had a perfect stranger come to the door selling an educational system. We got to talking and I explained 'Pings'. He mentioned he's going to be getting engaged soon. My explanation of 'Pings' went like this; "Let's say you are thinking about proposing to her, and the clock reads 2:22. And then you think of her again and see a license plate that says 222. And then you are driving and bump your navigational system and it reads "Iowa, interstate 222, but you are in the middle of Wisconsin". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stared at me, stunned. He then told me that he lives in Colorado, with his girlfriend, who is from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iowa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him if '2' meant anything. He said yes, because it was his lucky number; the number of his jersey from football , and the number he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chooses.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also had a copy of the movie, 'The Secret", in his car. It's something he very much believes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wondered what the heck this unbelievable encounter was; here in the middle of Hubertus,  WI, with an intern from Colorado?? After all, I didn't need the educational system he was selling; as nice as it was. I did mention that I am changing my business name to something like "The Mohr Method of Manifesting", but that I wasn't quite sure about it yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime during our visit, my phone rang, but I let it go to voicemail. After he left, I checked it only to discover it was a dear client telling me that she' just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to talk to me about my new business name'. That 'method' didn't ring right with her. After 54 min. on the phone, and her graciously reading from the thesaurus and dictionary (something I had planned to do yesterday, but didn't get around to), we decided on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The Mohr System of Abundance". Or, 'The Mohr System of Creating Abundance'. I'm not positive about the name yet, but I can see a Cd and DVD box-set learning system.  Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's interesting to me because if feels like spirit tried to motivate me yesterday, but I didn't move fast enough, so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my client&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was inspired to find a new name for me. I feel SO supported by everyone and everything right now! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am checking on a new business location by Mayfair tomorrow. I don't think it's right because the bathroom (and sink) is on the lower level. I need a sink accessible to wash my hands after massages. When I told the landlord what I taught, he said, "Oh yeah, my wife is into that. She has a copy of the book 'The Secret' at home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, it sure seems like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; knows about the law of attraction! Or maybe I just attract everyone who knows about it. :- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, here are my latest visions... I see us living at Brian's family cottage and Brian's parent's house, for around 3 weeks. Probably a living overlap situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a new business with a patio slab and a sliding door. I think it's in Elm Grove. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see myself moving soon, as I can feel myself packing up my office and feeling excited for change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling more and more confident about posting my premonitions. How will I ever inspire anyone to voice their gifts and truths if I'm not putting myself out there right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled 'willingness' and 'balance' today. No kidding! The angel card is slaving over dishes. Work, work, work, but then balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and I created a schedule system so that I feel supported both at home and while working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I will be moving as fast as I'd like, (at home or my office), but change is imminent. Our goal is to keep our household healthy, happy and in harmony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-4887758170817138397?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4887758170817138397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4887758170817138397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/07/mohr-system-of-abundance.html' title='The Mohr System of Abundance'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-6939688706380163975</id><published>2008-07-21T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:00:01.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Pond--777239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Pond--776801.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Frog-on-a-frog-777679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Frog-on-a-frog-777312.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I predicted that there would be a huge change in my life around mid-July. Well, we decided to resume our home hunt today. I don't want to say that we've found it, but it's strikingly close to the vision I had of it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had predicted a home with a view like the Polish community center: a pond, tall grass, and cat tails. If you recall, this was the wedding where we had 'pings' about what scars do to the body. When we were there that night, I told Brian that I could envision a view, just like the one we were enjoying, in our new home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had also for-seen a balcony off of the bedroom, and a bike trail. I had for-seen a pond, but not being our own. And a park and a bike trail. I saw a white brick castle-like home. I saw us getting the property for a certain amount of money.(I don't want share the exact amount, but I will say it's quite a bit less than what is being asked of homes in the area we are looking in.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found a property today that had everything I just described, and more. It has balconies off of each of the 4 bedrooms, and a back balcony off the kitchen and living room. It has a natural fireplace (one of our requirements) and overlooks a marsh area, and a private pond. Behind and next to the preserve is a school that looks like a park. (It is a large green area.) There is a pond to the back left, with a paved bike trail that circles all around it. The outside is wood and brick, but the neighbors have a white brick home that looks like a castle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbelievable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The image above is a close up of the pond that we could see from this home. Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this home needs more work than I have time to explain, but somehow it really seems worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was inspired to begin to pack. Perhaps in a couple weeks, we'll be ready to list our current home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, before I went fishing (we were up north), I knew that I would catch a big fish. I could feel it. Well, I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian saw this frog on a frog, before we went out. It's kind of a funny coincidence. Frogs have to do with purification energy. Cleansing thoughts and being open to fresh ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the market is rough for home selling right now, but I can feel, a 'big fish' bite on the sale of our home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see 2 separate parties. I'm not sure if they will compete, or if one will make an offer, it will fall through, and then their will be a better offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see all of this happening in September. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also see myself out of my office by Aug. 17Th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is a very odd date. It's a Sunday, and mid month. I'm not sure what that means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was inspired to call coffee shops (to possibly rent for workshops) in the Elm Grove area and stopped on the phone book page of 'clubs'. Did you know there is an Elm Grove Woman's Club? I didn't. I called and left a message. The message had several mailboxes, including one that said something about leaving a message if I wanted to rent their club house. Neat! I left a message. Who knows? I was inspired when I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, I'm in gratitude to all of my readers that are looking for possibilities for me. Several readers have contacted me to share that they are looking for me. I'm so lucky to have so many people holding an intention for me and my success. Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were 'pings' all over the place today. As I was driving home, thinking about the new property, I saw a hawk (my animal totem) swoop into the road in front of me, pick up a mouse, and then turn to watch me as I drove by. Brian saw something similar to this the moment the lady from Alta Mira called me for the first time. I feel this means prosperity and abundance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to look at the clock at 3:33 when I was talking to Brian about getting a team ready to re-vamp the possible new house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All afternoon we were surrounded by either our car's brand, or exact model. Bizarre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also quite unbelievable that I pulled angel cards at the lake and pulled "responsibility and beauty". I pulled "relaxation and Beauty' at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are the mathematical odds that I pull the same card twice, from two decks, in one day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty means seeing the inner beauty and potential of something or someone. Like this fixer-upper house. But I need to balance responsibility with relaxation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in no rush for all of this. Spirit is urging me to pace myself. I have to find peace in the midst of chaos for this to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whooh! This was a longer blog than usual. Thanks for reading it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful evening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-6939688706380163975?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6939688706380163975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6939688706380163975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5766840921270579489</id><published>2008-07-18T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:44:29.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraordinary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Rainbow-702835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Rainbow-702831.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was perfect. If you missed it, don't beat yourself up; there will be more events to come. From those whom I've spoken with, they loved it. They said my presentation was both fun and enthusiastic. I've never presented with a slide show, videos, and a microphone before. I think it all went well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the things that made this special were the fact that my mother, mother-in-law, and FATHER were there. My father was not only there for the lecture, but he performed Reiki and successfully created a protective bubble around himself. For those of you trying to imagine what this was like for me, I guess I'd like to ask you what it would be like for you if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;father was there, doing Reiki and protective bubbles! He's never done &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of that before.  Dad has never really understood what I do for a living. In a way, it was my spiritual 'coming-out' to him. He told my marketer that he was really proud of me. Between him, his girlfriend, my mother, and mother-in-law, I don't think I've ever felt so supported by my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the body work segment, I hadn't really imagined what it would be like with 26 people, and 3 tables. With just Brian and I, it wasn't possible to host all 3 tables at once. I announced in the beginning that if there were any Reiki Masters in the room, I needed their help tonight. And they ALL stepped up to the part. Wow. It was terrific. Even people who were seated on the side lines could feel the Reiki energy we generated; and everyone just basked in it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; delicious that people asked Suzanne,( Alta Mira's manager), for her recipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved that everyone sat for awhile, before and after the presentation, socializing. There were both chairs with tables, and chairs in a row. That seemed the perfect set up. People had the option to either sit up close, or at a table with a plate of food, to watch the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what is coming from this, but it feels like a great start. I am inspired to write a course that will certify my Reiki Master-helpers to guide students, in a consistent method of Reiki and protection training, during my events.  I had three Reiki masters tell to me that they'd like to be regular helpers on my team. This means I can host workshops to larger audiences, and no one will feel left behind. Everyone resonates with someone different. So my helpers will offer greater diversity and understanding to all that attend. And because like attracts like, the right students will pair with the right Reiki Masters for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of this morning, I am already exploring new venues for presentations. I have much work ahead of me over the next few weeks; writing more presentations and training sessions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5766840921270579489?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5766840921270579489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5766840921270579489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/07/extraordinary.html' title='Extraordinary!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-8615828857432624850</id><published>2008-07-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:38:57.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/2365520004_158e8cbc55_m-767167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/2365520004_158e8cbc55_m-767160.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has gone into tonight. No matter how it turns out, I now have a template to use for other presentations. I think I took for granted how much goes into a large presentation, and why there are usually so many helpers involved.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled 'presence' as my angel card, along with 'purpose' and 'clarity'. I believe that this means to stay in the now, as much as I can, all day. I am feeling a new found focus and calm within me. I can feel people thinking about me and tonight. There is an excitement about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got a letter in the mail that said, 'Soup for the Soul', and I thought of the story of the author of 'Chicken Soup for the Soul', on the video 'The Secret". He started his career by giving small lectures around the area until the right person, at the right time, saw his presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this might have meant something for me to receive it today, of all days. To keep a broader perspective about things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank my reader for all of the energy you've sent, and your comments. Some of you have sent the most heartfelt e-mails to me. Whether or not you know it, I'm grateful and I really appreciate your feedback. There are days that I need that extra boost, to do what I do, and then I get it, from you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-8615828857432624850?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8615828857432624850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8615828857432624850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/07/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-173757938349778495</id><published>2008-07-14T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:59:44.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodchuck and Snow in the house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Woodchuck-741024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Woodchuck-741015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Snow-in-the-house-741043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Snow-in-the-house-741035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally blog mid-day, but I had to. Too many coincidences... &lt;div&gt;I saw 3 woodchucks this morning; all in different locations. According to "Animal-Speak, by Ted Andrews", it means a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 year intensive period of study or growth is coming&lt;/span&gt;. I think this has to do with my new presentations. It has to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woodchuck also means I may have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more significant dreams&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, did I ever! Last night I was up several times with the most vivid dreams about us moving. I dreamt that we had to move into our old, smaller home, in order to sell this one. There was snow in the kitchen and living room, by the windows. I was shoveling it out the windows. There was a huge x-mas tree up, but it was blocking the stairs. We all fit into the house, but there were no beds for us to sleep in. I felt really dis-placed and anxious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we spent the day looking at open houses by my son's new school. I think subconsciously I'm fearing having to make a backward step in order to be closer to his school. I don't want to live in a smaller, older home. I love this home and it's yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, woodchuck means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to explore deeper states of consciousness, and lessons about death&lt;/span&gt;. I see this as 'death of a situation'. So, in a nut shell, big time change is coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continue to have several time pings a day. It seems like every time I talk about, or think about Alta Mira, the clock is 1:11pm, or 2:22pm, 5:55pm, ect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-173757938349778495?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/173757938349778495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/173757938349778495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/07/woodchuck-and-snow-in-house.html' title='Woodchuck and Snow in the house!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2708710925976828087</id><published>2008-07-12T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:33:51.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pings...something is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Sporks-757509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Sporks-757494.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with the mother of one of Nevin's new friends. As it turns out, she had friends that attended the show that Oprah hosted on 'The Secret'. She also knows a midwife I know, and has heard of Reiki. &lt;div&gt;This is SO cool. I had been wanting Nevin to make a friend with parents that shared &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some kind&lt;/span&gt; of knowledge of what we do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we saw 'WALLE' with our kids. It was the first movie we've ever seen, as a family. Ian was pretty good, although he was all over the place, throughout the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the first few minutes of the movie, there were several pings for us. For example, there was a company called 'BnL'. Brian and I, at one point, named our investment company 'BnL investments'. It's a different name now, but it was significant to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the drive to the movie, Ian was trying to get me to play with our Rubex cube. WALLE had a Rubex cube, and a collection of sporks. Brian LOVES sporks. I know, it's odd. But he thinks they are the perfect invention. Especially the ones with the knives built in on the side of the spoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The engineers in my reading audience will appreciate the way he thinks). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a personal note, I've been stressed out. More so than I have been in while. I'm both nervous and excited about Alta Mira. There was a date mix up in the add. It stated 'Wednesday. July 17Th'. It's on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, July 17Th, but I'm concerned about the mistake. Ironically, it was a newspaper mistake that caused me to do volunteer massages there, in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping that the mistake serves me somehow. Everything happens for a reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working hard on manifesting a new, larger location to teach in. There was a Journal/Sentinel paper at the end of our driveway. It appears it fell out of the truck. We cancelled our subscription several weeks ago. Maybe there is something in there re: either a new business location, or a new home? We've started looking at properties in Elm Grove again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that a new business location will present itself to me soon. I'm crossing my fingers it's sooner than later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you and have a beautiful evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2708710925976828087?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2708710925976828087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2708710925976828087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-pingssomething-is-coming.html' title='More pings...something is coming'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2160248582086611171</id><published>2008-07-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:11:10.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How neighborly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/466014875_7a83eb13a5_m-733492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/466014875_7a83eb13a5_m-733482.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess, it's been a stressful 2 weeks. I feel awful that I haven't blogged. I've hardly had time to do anything. Tonight I had a nice meeting with a family we've never met before. They live less than a block from us. While most people simply enjoy the moment, I find myself wondering, 'Now why have I attracted them into my life, right now?'. I know it's different, but it's how I think.  As it turned out, one of their children attended the Minikani day program. We have been strongly considering this for Ian, our youngest. They raved about it, and are placing their youngest there, this fall. Brian gave her my business card when she suggested a play date. Her wonderfully assertive 5 year old was already playing with my boys in the driveway. ( I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; confident children!) For the life of me, I can't even remember how we started talking. They were walking by, and he was riding his little bike without training wheels. Nevin is trying to learn to do this. We discovered Nevin's bike is too big for him, after seeing this little boy ride his bike with ease.  This was a great insight for us!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 2 nice things came to us from this encounter; the knowledge of Camp Minikani, and Nevin's bike size. And maybe even a new play-date friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other neighborly news is about a boat that we got for free last summer. Someone had a large row boat, on a trailer, in their yard, with a sign that simply said, "FREE" on it. When Brian came home with it, I was less than grateful. I thought, ' Yet another project for us to complete.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, I've found I'm excited to use it, to go fishing with our boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was FREE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This holiday weekend, we dragged it out of the swamp where it has hibernated all winter. We cleaned it out, and Brian is going to sodder the leaks. (Yep, it has a few)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The neighborly bit is that it is an unregistered boat with no paper work. Brian had to go down there tonight and ask for something in writing that basically said it was given to us. They nicely complied. So that was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ironic; I am still confused about where we are headed. Are we staying here? If so, why has it taken 3 years for us to get to know our neighbors? And why all of a sudden.. tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any which way, I'm grateful for the country. People are so thoughtful out here.  People are real. The only thing that I would really, really like, is more people that thought like we did. In that sense, we are nearly alone. I don't mind being different; but a few &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; people like us would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; :- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are my thoughts. Honest and true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful evening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2160248582086611171?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2160248582086611171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2160248582086611171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-neighborly.html' title='How neighborly!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5584841989311431761</id><published>2008-06-22T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:19:05.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow magnetism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Alta-Mira-rainbow-706274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Alta-Mira-rainbow-705856.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Katie-rainbow-706748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Katie-rainbow-706353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like to be married to me? Poor Brian; I've been annoying him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;endlessly&lt;/span&gt; with my rainbow pings. I told him he just has rainbow-envy, because I can make them magically appear, and he can't. He just looks at me like I'm making him nuts. :- ) This may be so, but it doesn't change the fact that I seem to be making rainbows appear daily. As neat as they've been, I'm ready for a different ping. Only because they seem to be associated with rain!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked and looked for a rainbow after it rained at our house, and no such luck. I was disappointed, but then I saw a Skittles package on the table. And there it was, a mini-rainbow! (Hey, spirit has to work with what's available!) We haven't eaten Skittles in months. Brian had some earlier, and left the package out. A couple years ago I joked with Brian that I could sponsor Skittles one day. Something about '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;' the colors.  Now I could say, "Be your own rainbow maker!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour later, we drove to Alta Mira, to drop off a copy of the movie, 'The Secret' for the manager.  I saw a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rainbow&lt;/span&gt;, driving on the highway, just before our exit. When we turned on to North Field, I couldn't BELIEVE the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rainbow flag&lt;/span&gt; on the Alta Mira sign. It's almost 'too much' for me to process all of these pings!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, went to my friend Kate's condo, for a dinner party. After it rained, a bunch of people went out on the balcony to see the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shaped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was neat to be so high up and see one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rainbows&lt;/span&gt; in one evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got some good news today; I exceeded capacity for my Monday night class. It's official; I need a bigger space. Miracle after miracle continues to manifest before my eyes. I'm eager for the next phase of my life. And I'm ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5584841989311431761?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5584841989311431761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5584841989311431761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainbow-magnetism.html' title='Rainbow magnetism'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3416261814534051384</id><published>2008-06-20T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:28:16.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Double-rainbow-783688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Double-rainbow-783134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Piano-784257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Piano-783782.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me, or are there a lot of rainbows lately? This one was a double rainbow. Very beautiful. I needed it- the kids were starting to get to me, and I'm a little bit stressed with work this week. It rained in the front yard, but not in the back. Kind of...impossible, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to make a tiny correction about Alta Mira; Jo Ann is 'Betsy's' supervisor, not boss. And she is the director of marketing, leasing, and advertising, for Horizon.  Horizon is actually the name of the group that runs the 52 sites. But you get the picture.. Jo Ann pointed out that the average person only retains 25% of a conversation. So, I did pretty well, considering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I'd like to talk about my piano. I had it tuned today. A couple years ago, we went to a piano sale. I always wanted a baby grand. The night before we went, there was an Asian pianist, playing a concert on channel 10. His piano was shiny black. I had always wanted a wood colored one until I saw this one. The next day, I fell in love with a black, Asian-made piano. (Kind of a 'ping' from channel 10, the night before)  I tried all of the fancy, named brand ones, but really liked this one.  The sales person described it as 'bright' sounding. To my surprise, it was the cheapest, of the new pianos in there.  I made an offer. I told him that I would pay $6,000 for it. He laughed, but took down my information. 2 days later, he called and asked me if my offer still stood. He re-totaled it with tax and delivery. I declined. I told him $6,000, firm.  To my surprise, he agreed to sell it to me for $5,400, plus tax and delivery. So, $6000. Not a penny over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the time, I had no idea the deal I got. I've had it appraised by 2 piano tuners at $13,500. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, our piano tuner remarked on not only the deal I got, but how unlike the norm, our piano is. Apparently, this particular brand isn't known for it's quality. Where it was made, the standards are different than in America. He has four pianos from the same origin in his shop, and they all went flat with the rain over the past 2 weeks. My piano was so barely out of tune, he hesitated to charge me. Every time he tunes it, he is amazed at it's quality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shared with our piano tuner, that we teach the law of attraction, and Brian and I attract &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing but the best&lt;/span&gt;. He smiled at that, and certainly agreed, when it came to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; piano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the reader is both surprised and intrigued by the mystery of this piano miracle. I mean by no means to brag about it. I have but 2 Earthly possessions that I love dearly; my car and my piano. And I will eventually part with my car. But I would struggle to part with my piano. I write my own music, and my son plays music beautifully on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I rushed off to work, I realized that my first client knows this piano tuner very well. We talked about all of this during her massage session, and I decided to blog it. That's kind of one in a million, right there. She lives 30 min. from my home, and we share the same piano tuner! Neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just goes to show, anything is possible with intention. No matter what it is that you desire. The universe doesn't gage by size, price, or possibility. Isn't it wonderful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3416261814534051384?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3416261814534051384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3416261814534051384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-4864179823409477781</id><published>2008-06-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:25:50.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A yellow convertable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Yellow-convertable-796371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Yellow-convertable-795976.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I e-mailed Jo Ann from Alta Mira today. She's as excited as I am about the upcoming informational evening, on July 17Th. I'll be sending out formal e-Vite's, and posting info on my website when I get the add that will be put in the newspaper. It will be from 6-8:30pm. I'm excited to connect with everyone who attends.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, about my daily pings. There have been so many. But this is a fun one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm getting a yellow convertible. We have a red car, and an orange van. I said about 8 weeks ago, that I want a yellow convertible. I figure, I'll just go up the color scale.. :- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I keep seeing yellow convertibles! For 5 weeks, before I bought my car, I saw the brand I drive EVERY time I went out, in front of me, or in back of me, while I was driving. And I live in the country, so there aren't that many cars! It says to imagine driving the car you wish to drive, and really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt; it, in the movie, "The Secret". I did this with my red car; my dream car, and got it 5 weeks later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had just got done telling Brian this afternoon that I think we are getting a yellow mustang, GT. I keep seeing those, in particular, when I'm driving. None of them had been in front of my car yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving home tonight from work, a yellow convertible pulled out in front of me. I'm not sure what kind it was... but it's starting to happen again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I had a vision today.   I see a large, 20x30 foot door. It's has white light coming from behind it. On the other side, is a stage like area, and there is a lot of noise. Like voices. I know that once I pass through this door, everything will be different. There will be no going back. I'm excited and nervous, all at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but think it has to do with Alta Mira. Time will tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like an exciting time in my life right now. I'll do my best to blog more often, and document all of the pings coming my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-4864179823409477781?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4864179823409477781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4864179823409477781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/yellow-convertable.html' title='A yellow convertable'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-4159382320985359053</id><published>2008-06-16T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:17:43.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow pings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Rainbow-in-our-yard-717715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Rainbow-in-our-yard-716770.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely ping to see? Brian and I saw one a week ago, on a walk.  I viewed it as a good sign that new and wondrous things were to come. We saw this beautiful, triple rainbow at Brian's b-day party, this Saturday. It's hard to see in this photo, but there were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 rainbows&lt;/span&gt; of colors, all blended into one arch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian's long-time friend, Marcel, called him during his party. They talk &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; once a year. (We saw the most beautiful rainbow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; while visiting him in Minneapolis, 10 years ago, after our engagement.  I still think about it.) Brian shared with Marcel that we've looked at properties in Hawaii, just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, I looked on Craig's list in Hawaii, to see if anyone wanted to trade a house in Wisconsin for one out there. No such luck; but the second post I viewed had a photo of a rainbow in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, we watched a documentary about a guy that sailed around the world. One of the competitor's turned around, and headed for the Pacific. There was an image of a rainbow, as he sailed away. He was following his heart, and dropped out of the race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pacific...Hawaii...  Brian caught that ping, and fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. That would be really nice, wouldn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we'll see what spirit brings us. My guides keep indicating that our move will be spontaneous. I'm patiently waiting for a sign; a directional marker, to indicate where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mercury goes direct on Thursday. We should all start to feel a little more clarity, and inspiration over the next couple days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-4159382320985359053?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4159382320985359053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4159382320985359053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainbow-pings.html' title='Rainbow pings'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3412488261069654585</id><published>2008-06-10T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:07:33.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This made my day!</title><content type='html'>This morning, the radio personality that I spoke of, a few blogs ago, responded.  This is what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wrote:&lt;div&gt;"Your co-host needs my workshop more than you do. It's about what we attract in life. Maybe you'll forward my website to her; if you are inspired to do so. Thank you for taking the time to respond. You are really a gift. P.S. I don't think you'll be on the radio forever. You are meant for greater things. But you know that, don't you. :- ) "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; wrote back:&lt;div&gt;"I do feel that way sometimes, but we'll see, for the moment I really love my gig. I will forward your site to her and we'll see what happens. Thanks for the positive energy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That just made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I meet with the manager of Alta Mira apartments. I'm excited to set up dates and create opportunities with her and the complex. I will definitely keep you posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; shining. It feels great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a perfect day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3412488261069654585?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3412488261069654585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3412488261069654585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-made-my-day.html' title='This made my day!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-775825330787197975</id><published>2008-06-06T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:59:12.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks of pure sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/baltimore-oriole-1-749306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/baltimore-oriole-1-749301.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was full of an odd assortment of 'pings'. Beginning this morning, at 8:15 am, my first client had a muscle referral when I massaged her. She joked it was like when you scratch a dog, and they shake their leg. My next client made the exact same comment when she also experienced a similar muscle referral. I haven't heard anyone say that for years....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; client mentioned that she lives off the same road as Alta Mira (An independent senior housing center), the place I just blogged about. I thought that an odd coincidence.  She suggested a place owned by 'The Highlands", in Mequon, as a good place for me to market myself. (Her mother had stayed there, when she was alive.) My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; client mentioned to me that her late, mother-in-law had stayed at a place owned by "the Highlands", in Mequon. (The same place). It was odd because I didn't lead her, in any way, to talk about this.  It just came out of her mouth; randomly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These kinds of coincidences mean that something is coming. I keep seeing orioles. I'd like to believe what Animal Speak says it means; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 weeks of pure sunshine your life&lt;/span&gt;.  It seems like miracle after miracle keep appearing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep getting the feeling that we are going to move suddenly. Last night, as I drifted off, I saw us packing up the guest bedroom.  We were inspired, and happy in doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I completed my 'success' board for class tomorrow. I promised my students that I'd make one, too. It turned out nice, although it certainly has room to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for tonight. Have a great evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-775825330787197975?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/775825330787197975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/775825330787197975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-weeks-of-pure-sunshine.html' title='2 weeks of pure sunshine!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5548192952996443044</id><published>2008-06-05T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:45:06.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Alta-Mira-main-area-794449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Alta-Mira-main-area-794014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Alta-Mira-Kitchen-and-Bar-794552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Alta-Mira-Kitchen-and-Bar-794529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to Alta Mira Senior Apartments. I did some volunteer chair massages, as they hosted an open house for an apartment they were renting out. Keep in mind, I had no idea what this place was, when I agreed to do it. I thought I was massaging seniors at at a community center!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I walked into the building, I said to the lady I had spoken on the phone with, (a couple of nights ago), "I know why I'm here; I'm going to teach in here!" It was gorgeous...The front room had a large atrium that held 85-100 people. There was a kitchen and counter area, tables that sat 6, several large windows, and mission-style lighting. There was also a courtyard that would be perfect to host outside events. My photos just don't do it justice! (Something told me to bring my camera before I left last night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her boss, JoAnn, said that she was impressed with our brochure about the Law of Attraction and Reiki. I said that we intended to build the workshops to 100,s and then 1000's of people. I asked about using the place, and she began thinking about how we could help each other. She gave me such a smile; it's hard to describe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turned out, she ran 52 of these senior community complexes, over a couple states. They hold around 160 apartments for seniors, ages 55 yrs. and older. I didn't think that they would be interested in Reiki, but the first person I worked on knew all about it. He was a grateful gentlemen who explained he had seen a program about Reiki on cable. He loved his Reiki massage, and took a card. JoAnn also knew of Reiki. One of her apartment managers, in Franklin, is really into it. JoAnn hopes I can offer workshops and seminars in there complexes, all over the area (and possibly other areas), to draw in people to see their senior housing communities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were so many 'pings' last evening, I'm not sure where to start. The other massage therapy place I was 'covering' for, ended up showing. A grand total of less than 5 people came to the open house. I'm sure due to the fog. But also because, I believe, we were meant to market and brainstorm with each other about possibilities. The other massage therapist was actually a chiropractor that did trigger point work. Both she and her marketer were interested in my workshop. It is possible that we will create an informational day, hosted within the complex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JoAnn's first goal locations included Delafield, Franklin, Menomonee Falls, and possibly Burlington. She was just as excited as I was. Her final words to me were, "Be creative!" Meaning, create unique and fascinating events to draw in the community. I can do that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's my big news. I'm intending on hosting the next Reiki sharing there; either this month or next. I meet with the manager of the Menomonee Falls complex next week to talk about dates and more possibilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm SO excited I could hardly sleep! 52 locations in Wisconsin and Iowa!! So many possibilities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day-I'll keep you posted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5548192952996443044?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5548192952996443044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5548192952996443044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-news.html' title='Big news!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-8729080763723885420</id><published>2008-06-04T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:49:56.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/smithesmith080200094-780508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/smithesmith080200094-780506.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contacted a local radio personality, via e-mail yesterday. Every time I listen to him, I think that I should contact him about what I do. It's been a repeated feeling for several weeks, now. Doreen Virtue, Ph.D,  says in 'How to hear your angels', "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What piece of Divine guidance have you been repetitively receiving but are ignoring?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;Well, I've been dismissing this nagging feeling because I was feeling "Why on Earth would this person talk to me?" And then it hit me. Because I have something IMPORTANT to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I e-mailed him about me, my blog, and what I teach. To my surprise, he responded! But this is what he typed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have heard of this before and always associated it with Yoga for some reason...thanks for reaching out too, maybe I'll see you in class!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially, I felt the cold prickle of anger. I felt frustrated that he misunderstood what I'm trying to share with him. Yes, I teach Reiki, but I also teach the Law of Attraction, and energy protection, and how to listen to your guides and angels and sooooo much more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote back a letter explaining this, but then I heard a LOUD high-pitched ring in my ear, and Brian's computer let out an odd, digital 'moan'. "OK," I thought. "there is an incoming message from my guides." I took a deep breath, and relaxed. I deleted everything and closed the e- mail program. Then, I felt a nagging sensation to mention his co-host. That she needs my workshop more than he does. And I felt the need to tell him that I know he wants more than radio. So I did. Maybe it will perk his attention. How &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;you get a local celebrities attention without sounding desperate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about myself, and my future. Someone might get my attention by sharing an insight that only&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; might know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what I wrote back:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your co-host needs my workshop more than you do. It's about what we attract in life. Maybe you'll forward my website to her; if you are inspired to do so. Thank you for taking time to respond. You are really a gift. P.S. I don't think you'll be on the radio forever. You are meant for greater things, but you know that, don't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you know if he responds and what he says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful afternoon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-8729080763723885420?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8729080763723885420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8729080763723885420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/radio-personality.html' title='Radio personality'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-6790081770478002676</id><published>2008-06-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:27:56.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a ping?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Rough-leggedHawk_01-InFullFlight-787485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Rough-leggedHawk_01-InFullFlight-787481.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people have asked me what a 'ping' is. How do you really know that it's something to pay attention to?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian coined this word a couple years ago.  A ping can be something that is meaningful to you; like your grandmother's favorite perfume. You might smell it on someone, and then see it in a magazine, or a store. This means that you are on the right track. Or that your angels are with you. Or that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandma &lt;/span&gt;is with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frequency, and/or something that catches your eye, warrants a ping. A ping can be an alert. Brian's first time using this word involved fear about giving out our SS# to a financial planner. An internal alarm went off. We trusted this guy, but something didn't feel right about using him.  It turned out to be a positive decision that changed our lives forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smaller ping might be seeing someone playing cards, and then coming home to see that your own children are playing with a mysterious deck of cards that you've &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neve&lt;/span&gt;r seen before. This happened to Brian today. He also has had 2 hawks fly in front of the car, and saw another one at my office. So, 3 hawks in 24 hours. Besides the 'ping', hawk means 'a message is coming'. Animal Speak and Medicine Cards both read similar about this. Brian has a message coming; and soon. The key is to remember what you are thinking about when you see them. Sometimes it's relevant, other times it's not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I had my Wednesday evening clear up. I tried and tried to make a social event work. It just wouldn't.  When I got to my office, there was a check from a student taking one of my classes. I will call her 'Betsy'. As we were walking out of my office, 20 min. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; from class this evening, my phone rang. It was literally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; timing to contact me. A lady asked me if I'd be willing to volunteer massages for the senior group, in Menomonee Falls. Apparently, there was a newspaper mix-up about the date, and the original person couldn't do massages on the new date-Wednesday night. Because of the perfect timing of the call, and the fact that my Wednesday evening had cleared, I took it as a sign that I needed to be there. When we got off the phone, I asked her what her name was.  It was 'Betsy' also. The real name isn't that common.  That, my attentive reader, is what I call a ping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does this all mean? It's hard to tell.  This is why I journal. It reaffirms that life is a scavenger hunt, full of signs and clues. Sometimes you catch them, other times you don't. Everyone gets them though. Everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pay attention&lt;/span&gt;.  The very act of listening and watching for them opens the possibilities for them to appear. Write them all down. The universe likes this. It's a form of gratitude and expediates the process. Whatever is coming, comes sooner and with greater ease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful evening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-6790081770478002676?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6790081770478002676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6790081770478002676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-ping.html' title='What is a ping?'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-8602179426382033921</id><published>2008-05-29T12:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:00:47.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spread of New Growth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Robin's-nest--by-my-door-748173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Robin's-nest--by-my-door-747836.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Robin-748665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Robin-748275.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing Robins everywhere. It seems like they stop to look into me. I've seen them on my morning walks; peering at me from tree tops. They've swooped in front of my car, and at whistled to me at my office. There is a nest, just outside the office front door. I tried to stop the process 3x, over a period of 3 days, only to discover a completed nest, constructed overnight. I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to take it down. So watch out if you're a student or a client of mine!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that my angels and guides speak to me through synchronicities. Sometimes, I hear them speak through animals. It's almost as though they momentarily share souls with the animal, look directly into my eyes, and send a message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been seeing Robins when I think about my workshops, and career as a teacher. Yesterday, I contacted my massage therapy school and asked if they were interested in an instructor that taught the Law of Attraction and energy protection . They were extremely interested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I looked up Robin in the book 'Animal-speak -The spiritual and magical powers of creatures Great and Small', by Ted Andrews. He has some interesting insights about the Robin. Robin's mean 'The spread of new growth'. And that one 'can expect new growth to occur in a variety of areas of (their) life- not in just a single area.' It also represents 'a need to sing (their) own song forth if (they) wish for new growth'. I found it interesting that Robin parents both feed their young equally; every 12 minutes on average. Brian and I are both stay-at-home parents, for the most part. Each doing an equal part to raise our young, together. And Ian eats at least every 12 minutes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So next time you see a Robin, see it as a sign that new miracles and growth are coming. And find your courage to SING your song, loud and clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-8602179426382033921?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8602179426382033921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8602179426382033921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/05/spread-of-new-growth.html' title='The Spread of New Growth'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1410110584245605431</id><published>2008-05-29T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:28:15.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from a Robin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1410110584245605431?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1410110584245605431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1410110584245605431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/05/message-from-robin.html' title='A message from a Robin'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-8352907115084790958</id><published>2008-05-25T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:39:39.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign from a snake</title><content type='html'>This is interesting. I had been asking my angels to give me a sign; some kind of motivation to sell this house. When I ask the angel cards, twice, I've pulled the 'risk' card. Now, there are 72 cards in there, and that particular question was asked on 2 separate days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream last night about a property that we looked at first, but we decided it needed too much work. This morning, our realtor sent a link of what would be the perfect home. Except it's too far from our ideal location. This tells me that we are getting 'closer' to finding what we want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fully aware that we need to sell this home first. It's just that it's perfect for us. Our yard is like our own park, and our home is comfortable. It's a major leap of faith to trust the universe, and sell this haven, before we know where we're going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked the angels this morning, to send me more messages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevin and I were outside, washing my car, when I saw a snake. Now, in the 3 years we've been here, I don't believe we've &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; seen a snake. It was such a rare sighting, I took it as a sign to look in my "Medicine Cards" book (by Jamie Sams &amp;amp; David Carson) . This is a book that lists what each animal means. I interpreted snake as meaning that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That I need to 'transmute some thought, action, or desire so that wholeness is achieved'.  It involves 'creativity, leadership, and ambition'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest quote that absolutely stunned me said, "you may fear changing your present state of affairs because this may entail a short passage into discomfort.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW. That nailed it. I'm the one who's always saying that life begins when I leave my comfort zone. I need trust and take a leap of faith into the great unknown. Every experience in life gives me wisdom and makes me stronger. I needed to remind myself of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make a greater effort to journal this week. I have much to share. I'm working on carrying my camera with me so I can illustrate what I'm saying. I'm not sure how you feel about snake images. Maybe it would have created discomfort viewing one? In that case, it's probably better that I didn't have my camera with. I love all creatures. (Minus spiders.) But maybe you don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you are having a terrific weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-8352907115084790958?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8352907115084790958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8352907115084790958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/05/sign-from-snake.html' title='A sign from a snake'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1330192021608568333</id><published>2008-05-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:00:48.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Angel-792113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Angel-791897.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm reading 'How to hear your Angels' by Doreen Virtue. I have a deep longing to know more people like her.  I wish that a larger percentage of the population knew about the information in her book. I'm only 50 pages into it, but it's accurate with what I've experienced. And more so, it's validating for me. I'd be happy with 10% of the population knowing this stuff. That's all. If 1 in 10 knew what I was talking about when I say, "My guides are telling me...", I'd be thrilled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She nails it in this book. Absolutely. Down to the part about how angels have wings, but they don't actually use them. It's how we perceive them to be, so they appear to us that way. The one I saw was golden yellow, about the size of a large shoe box, and had a gown and flowing hair. I assumed her wings were moving, but looking back, it was her hair and gown that appeared to; not her wings. She turned to smile at me. Beautiful creature. Apparently, acknowledging them brings more of them to you. I knew this about spirit guides, but not angels. So, in reading this, you are probably attracting more of them to yourself right now. Say, "Hi Angels!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into the car and 'Lips of an angel' panned across my navigational system. It was the song playing on the radio at that moment. I smiled. Funny how I keep seeing the word "Angel" all over the place since I started reading this book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I meet people, I always see their angels and guides. I see white lights over their shoulders. Usually both sides, one brighter than the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I listen, I can even hear them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend recently bestowed upon me the task of teaching her to hear her guides. This would be how I came to read this book; she gave it to me and said, "Here, I still don't get it. Maybe you can read it and explain it to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am. People have asked me for years to teach them how to hear their guides. I've never known how to teach it. I'd love to have all of you hearing them and seeing them with me. I will read this book, and more, if need be, to succeed at this task. :- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll write my next 4 week series on this. Somehow, I'm not sure it's something that I can teach in one class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. Angel hugs to you and yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1330192021608568333?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1330192021608568333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1330192021608568333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/05/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-6298071266238694271</id><published>2008-05-10T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:39:58.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A message for Brian and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Wedding-1-759678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Wedding-1-759145.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Brian and I attended a unique wedding and reception. The groom and party wore kilts and played bag pipes. It was really a delightful evening. During the reception, a group of 6 people sat with us. As it turned out, one of them went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt; treatments in her home town of Boston. Her husband asked me if I could help him with his problems. He didn't tell me what was wrong, and playfully got up, and twirled around. With my eyes, I scanned his energy. I touched 2 points; his right shoulder, and lower right abdomen. I touched the points twice. His wife commented, "She went right to it." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, the gentleman's appendix burst a few years back, and he suffered for a full year with complications. I asked him if he had mood issues since then, and his wife abruptly answered, "Yes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of this group, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; of them knew of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt;, and one women knew of The Law of Attraction. She was also a massage therapist, like myself, studying from a satellite school of the one&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I attended, but in Madison. When her son-in-law asked further of the Law of Attraction, she offered him her copy of the movie, The Secret, to borrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this was all just quite unbelievable for me.  As if all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt; and Law of Attraction coincidences weren't enough; there was more. It was just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, that we met with Cheryl, our nutritionist, who verified that Brian's appendix scar was weakening his system. Brian has suffered with mood issues since his appendix surgery, 17 years ago. Cheryl explained the research behind this. Apparently, our bodies carry a blueprint and scars re-write it. Sometimes, it's a real problem for people. I have a client that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alopecia&lt;/span&gt;; a hair loss condition. She recently saw Cheryl who tested an old scar from a pool injury as a major weakness in her body. Her hair started falling out shortly after that injury. She was just 14 yrs. old. I, myself, have had digestive problems since my foot surgeries 10 years ago. I can't dismiss this as a coincidence. Not that I ever would.....  :- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For spirit to place these people beside us, at the wedding, was obviously significant. I was able to introduce Cheryl to the gentlemen I had just 'scanned'. (Cheryl just happened to be there, although not at our table, because her brother was the groom.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For as often as this happens to me, you'd think I wouldn't be surprised; but I always am. Is the awareness that popular? (The Law of Attraction and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt;) Or is it just really a living phenomenon? My life feels full of miracles lately. It's really wild. Thanks for letting me share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day to all of the Mothers and maternal women who read this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-6298071266238694271?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6298071266238694271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/6298071266238694271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/05/message-for-brian-and-i.html' title='A message for Brian and I'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2086675211013601388</id><published>2008-05-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:06:47.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A scholarship miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/images-1-745768.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/images-1-745765.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine applied for financial aid, for her son's schooling. My friend lives a modest life, and assured me that she could pay for the school herself. This may be true, but she's a newly single mother, and had her son attending a private school. With all of the recent changes in his life, it was that much more important that he stay with is friends at his own school. As she wrote out the applicaton, she told me she thought to herself, "This is really an amazing thing; people donate to this school, to help other famililes attend. I can see myself writing out a years full tuition, for one family, and then adding an additional family each year, after that. " Those were her thoughts. She was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already &lt;/span&gt;giving back with her intention. She had hoped for merely a few hundred dollars of help, if that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend called me, thrilled, and told me that the school aproved 76% of the $7,000, yearly tuition! What a miracle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The significance of this event, for me, is that I'm listening to Joe Vitale's, The Missing Secret (http//www.joevitale.com.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished a chapter on how he had written a check to a charity; one that emotionally touched him, for $15,000, and then later that day, received $30,000 from and unexpected source of income. He said that as he was writing the check, he really enjoyed the feeling of making a difference for these people. And he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; that money would come back to him, as easily as it was being donated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The NEW affirmation for all of us is the following: "Every time I spend money, the universe gives me 10x the money in return!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.....for every penny you spend, know that more is coming. I can feel and believe this. In the business world, there is a rule; you will receive 10x back the money you put into it. Why can't this apply for every kind of spending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those that tithe 10% of their incomes also know this truth. It's a wonderful law of the universe which announces that you trust the abundance that is coming to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So give, spend, and trust! I hope this story inspires you as much as it did for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2086675211013601388?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2086675211013601388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2086675211013601388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/05/scholarship-miracle.html' title='A scholarship miracle'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-4399023562828932140</id><published>2008-05-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:17:07.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pretty peridot pendant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/41-BwIrSIcL._SL160_AA160_-749169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/41-BwIrSIcL._SL160_AA160_-749165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my family went to a dog memorial at Conjito's, celebrating 16 beautiful years of Tinner; a black lab. If you've never been there, Conjito's is a hole-in-the-wall, Mexican restaurant. The food comes on paper plates, and the margaritas come by the pitchers. It was really fun. When we arrived, Gina (the co-host), sat us by her Father and his wife, Barbara. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, before I had left my house, I pulled the Spanish angel card 'integridad'-which means 'integrity. I had promised to be 'Lisa', 100% for this event. Even if it was scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting there, I thought to myself, 'Why has the universe mirrored me in front of this woman? What could I possibly have in common with her?' (Yes, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; think this way!) A beautiful peridot pendant caught my eye. I asked her if that was her birth stone. She said, "No, I was born in November." I said, "Ah, a Scorpio. So am I."  We began talking, come to find she was a retired realtor, in Racine. Our home and house searching came up, and where she lives..on a 14Th hole of a golf course. She said that she gets the best of both worlds; city and country, all in the same location. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t)&lt;/span&gt;.  I suddenly asked her what day her birthday was on. She replied, "November 5Th." I asked her, smiling, if she could guess mine. She replied, "Yours is the 5Th too?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then told her that Brian and I teach the Law of Attraction, and gave her a card. I asked her if she'd heard of The Secret. She said, 'No, I haven't.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children, food, and balloons lead my attention elsewhere for the duration of the event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we left, she went out of her way to extend her hand, look into my eyes and say, "We are kindred spirits, Lisa. I know that we will meet again. " I searched her eyes, and saw truth. Hmm. I wonder what messages we may share for each other in the future? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember the Celestine Prophecy? Everyone around you, and especially the ones that look right at you, are your messengers. It can be a scary unknown, but really rewarding.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I just realized something...we bought this house from a realtor named Diane, whose birthday was also November 5Th.  Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, now I get it. Spirit is telling me something is about to happen with my home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll sit and wait for the 3rd realtor born on November 5Th. Wouldn't that be something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to ask my current realtor when his wife's b-day is. They are in business together. He was born in July...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled 'Enthusiasm' last night. I certainly am feeling that way this morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-4399023562828932140?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4399023562828932140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/4399023562828932140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-peridot-pendant.html' title='A pretty peridot pendant'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3367312523341957191</id><published>2008-05-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:26:50.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A spirit guide at the movies</title><content type='html'>Last night I took a much needed 'girls-night-out' and saw "Baby Mama".  About 15 min. into the movie, at 7:45 PM,  something started to pull at my hair. It felt like static electricity. I put my hand over my head, and there was an energy that squeezed at my finger tips. It was a spirit guide-someone was thinking of me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leaned over and had my friend feel over my head. She giggled and said she could feel it! 'Who is it from??" She asked. My best guess was Nevin, my oldest. It was just a little past bedtime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came home at 9:30 PM, I asked my husband, Brian, if Nevin asked for me at bedtime. Brian said, "He did. And he kept asking. He even insisted that he heard a noise, and that it must be Mommy coming home. It was around 7:45pm"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was missing me and sent an angel to tell me so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled the 'birth' card last night. I thought,'What could possibly be new tomorrow?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Brian woke up at 5am and went running. He hasn't done this in YEARS. It helps his mood and energy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;substantially&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my computer to my office for the first time, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to working there, for 3 hours. It was great. One of my clients surprised me with a plant to adopt. It was the same kind as another one I had there.  I had the perfect window, waiting for it. It completes my workspace. What a wonderful sign that I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be there, writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel blessed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3367312523341957191?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3367312523341957191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3367312523341957191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/05/spirit-guide-at-movies.html' title='A spirit guide at the movies'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2660402532058123683</id><published>2008-04-28T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:31:21.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers and the background...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Flower-garden-715654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Flower-garden-715297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I began this blog, I made a commitment to myself, that I would try to be as honest as possible. So with that, when I tell you that my days can be equally as dark as my light ones, I mean it. I suppose sharing myself on a 'down' day gives it purpose.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't go into too much detail, but I got into a fight with someone. I was feeling down this morning, and e-mailed a friend at work. I vented, but not in an angry way, in a 'This is how I am feeling, and this is what I said and did.' kind of way. I waited and waited for a response.( She's busy at work on Mondays.) I felt down. Heavy, more like it. I noticed a thick fog around me. Suddenly, after an hour, I felt better. I had been checking my e-mail often for a response. When I had the 'up' feeling, I checked, and sure enough, there was a response from my friend. I felt supported. That's all I needed. Just a "You did good, and I'm proud of you." I deliberately chose to write about this because it's important for you to know that I have down days, too. Not just happy-miracle days. When I do have these kinds of days, I try to write about what I'm feeling, and use it as a learning tool. Not just for me, but to pass on to my students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's important to recognize that I felt 'up' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I opened my e-mail. I could sense an energy being given to me. And she's not even Reiki trained!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added to my upcoming lecture on 'Forgiveness' today. I had the thought that anger is like a fist, clenched until it is numb. Forgiveness is the pain that comes when you open it, but then the deep relief and relaxation that follows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything happens for a reason. My dark days are usually reminders of the areas of my life that need work. I'm only as strong as my weakest link. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose this picture because these are my hiacynths right now. I'm chosing to focus on the growth and the color; not the yucky dead stuff in the back ground. :- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling inspired now, and I'm happy I chose to push through the way I was feeling and write about it. That makes it a little better, somehow. Thank you for listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2660402532058123683?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2660402532058123683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2660402532058123683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/04/flowers-and-background.html' title='Flowers and the background...'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5871341039957996063</id><published>2008-04-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:38:12.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend full of Pings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Basketball-hoop-779253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Basketball-hoop-778877.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun! Today we listed our sofa on Craig's list and sold it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;within 2 hours&lt;/span&gt;, to a family that just bought a cottage, on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same lake that the Mohr family cottage&lt;/span&gt; is on. (The place we hang out every weekend in the summer). Of ALL the lakes in Wisconsin, they own a cottage on the same lake. What an Amazing coincidence! Or not... I think the universe is making it easy for us to move. This family just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; happened&lt;/span&gt; to show up while my father was dropping off boxes for us. Dad was able to help us move another couch upstairs to replace the set we sold&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It all worked out more perfect than I could have ever imagined. AND we got $200 more than I thought we would for the set!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our other amazing 'ping' involves a free standing basket ball hoop. A few days ago, I had been looking on Craig's list, and saw an old, dirty looking one. The next day, the first 2 homes we looked at with our realtor had free-standing basket ball hoops. ( I had pointed this out to our realtor and explained 'pings') Today, our neighbor told us that he just won one from the grocery store and decided to sell it to Brian for $30. That's just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't even want one?? I just kept seeing them. The boys are a little small too enjoy it, but they'll soon grow into it. Besides, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;  like to shoot baskets. :- ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are busy cleaning our house out, trying to make it presentable for a showing. I think that because we are making space, more wonderful things are coming in to our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our final miracle came yesterday. Apparently, we over payed our State taxes. We got a $500 check back. That's SO wonderful. I am feeling absolutely blessed with miracles today. I'm in a radiant state of gratitude. I couldn't wait to share. I hope you had a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5871341039957996063?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5871341039957996063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5871341039957996063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-full-of-pings.html' title='A weekend full of Pings!'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-7948728329248865630</id><published>2008-04-25T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:02:36.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hunting we will go</title><content type='html'>Today was fun. It started out with a bit of sad news regarding my 3rd death; a client's uncle died. So now that's over with. Death means a BIG transformation. I pulled that angel card today, again, but from my office deck. Yesterday's was at home. We went house hunting with our realtor. I explained 'Pings' to him. Such as the same address as mine growing up, blocks that were in a pile outside that happen to be the same ones we found at our current house, and a street name that was the same as Brian's middle school. There were many more. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt; by what I was saying and mentioned the book 'The Celestine Prophecy'. I said, "Exactly!". I told him that he had to have some kind of insight otherwise we wouldn't have attracted him to ourselves. We found him, randomly, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;We are inspired to pack this weekend. Or at least, start. This home is gorgeous, but we need to move closer to our son's new school. I've pulled the 'play' card a few times, including this morning (I think it's the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; time!) Every time I ask about moving, this is the card I get. I think it's supposed to be fun. Well, today certainly was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-7948728329248865630?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7948728329248865630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/7948728329248865630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/04/hunting-we-will-go.html' title='A hunting we will go'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-8786200012965874916</id><published>2008-04-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:32:36.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>Today has begun with a bit of a rough start. I pulled the 'transformation' card this morning; which usually means that I'll feel inspired, or there will be a big shift. I got a call from and old friend (we were just talking about yesterday), this morning. Her black lab, of 16, died. This was her baby. Our dog is doing poorly, again. After a party this weekend, he is limping all over the place. I can't even tell which side is worse. Hearing that her dog lived to be 16 when Oliver is only 7 was insightful for me. I'm trying to figure out just what this means? Just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt; we can fix him. In the mean time, he's getting lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;When I came home, I received an e-mail that one of my clients, (whom I saw yesterday), was informed that her son's friend, committed suicide.  Just 25  years old. This is 2 deaths in less than 30 min. Now, I don't know about you, but my deaths &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; come in 3's. So, I'm waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is overcast and windy. It's a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eerie&lt;/span&gt; outside. I'll keep everyone posted. Death means 'transformation'. The very card I pulled this morning. Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-8786200012965874916?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8786200012965874916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/8786200012965874916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/04/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-3293480361678190256</id><published>2008-04-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:18:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Play'</title><content type='html'>4-23-08&lt;div&gt;This morning, I was driving in the car thinking about how I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foreseen&lt;/span&gt; it would snow 2 more times. One would be a blizzard, and the other about 6 inches, total. Well, we got the blizzard, and no snow since. I wondered if I should buy some hanging baskets, because we are trying to sell our house this spring. Just then, on a radio station I almost never listen to, the announcer spoke about the possibility of snow in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt;. I have this thing with Weather... I know it. 9 years ago, I knew we could have gotten married outside because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;foresaw&lt;/span&gt; 'mid 70's, and sunny, with a light breeze'.  That was that exact weather on that day. Brian has believed in my weather abilities ever since.  And 2 years ago, I had told Brian that we needed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;generator&lt;/span&gt; by June 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. Well, there was a touch down tornado not 20 min. from here that day.  I always know what's coming. Sometimes weeks in advance. We ended up not needing a generator. But that is why I had the feeling, I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to my story. Just like that, I had a resonating moment. I was suddenly 100% trusting of my intuition. I 'asked' about moving our home and searching for a business location. You see, it is our intention to move closer to our son's new school, in the Milwaukee area. My guides indicated that we should focus on our home vs. a new business location.  I also saw that Brian will have success with his stocks around May 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;, and to do nothing until then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to my office, I pulled an angel card. I pulled, "Play". Now, this is the 3rd time that I've pulled this card; all from 3 different decks of cards, when asking about moving. At first I thought it was some kind of a mistake. But I know better. The angel cards never make mistakes. Apparently, our perspective has been incorrect. House shopping and home listing should be FUN. We've begun stressing out about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I'm imagining that it's like fishing; relaxing and surprising. If I get a fish I don't like, I simply  throw it back. But I love the process. It's enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I needed this perspective shift because we are feeling a bit overwhelmed with the thought of so much change, so soon.  I called Brian immediately and shared my insights. It seemed we both needed a perspective shift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-3293480361678190256?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3293480361678190256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/3293480361678190256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/04/play.html' title='&apos;Play&apos;'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-5124581823480197361</id><published>2008-04-13T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:16:47.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4-13-08</title><content type='html'>Today I completed a very long, but rewarding weekend. I trained 4 students into the Reiki Mastership. There was a magic that occurred in this class that is difficult to both describe and believe. One student imagined an energy portal that felt like a summer garden, and told no one. Suddenly, another student said, "I smell flowers and cut grass!" It's a language without words. A feeling without explanation. It's pure validation to the intuitive student. And from this comes the light of confidence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we explored the topic of spirit guides and entity attachments. The group struggled with fear of the unknown. After some time, I successfully explained that evil energies are no more than annoying. Like spiders; powerless, unless you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allow&lt;/span&gt; it to climb onto you and bite you! And if you get bit, it heals. You don't die.  When I described entities, it's was as though the students felt like they should run out of the room with their hands over there heads because there was a gorilla-sized spider that was going to eat them alive!  You must &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allow&lt;/span&gt; the bad energy into your being, or it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;dwell there.  What does that mean? If you feel the need to punish yourself, because you feel guilty about something, you allow such things to attach to you. One student did just this. Once she released the horror of actually having something attached to her, she felt a new found freedom. I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; proud of her. What an accomplishment to purge something that has been with her for so long! And how silly to carry it for so many years! There was never a need. Her perspective as a child was to punish herself. How many of us have done this? What if I told you that you might attract a negative spirit. Quick...love yourself!!! You are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfection&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a request for an online chat room or posting of some sort. My blog is a start. I'm working on creating a safe community for people to be who they are, both online and in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a gift to see energy and communicate with guides. What a miracle when a group of 5 people can sense and feel and even hear the same things. They all saw auras, and color this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advice to those that feel lonely with their gifts is to remember that although the Earth looks flat, we know it's round. :- ) Or, as I always say, we run on 6 cylinders. The rest of the world runs on 5. Having 6 senses enriches our lives. We see it in full color; like the movie 'Pleasant ville'.  Be patient with those around you. They just don't know the truth. In time, you may be comfortable enough to be who you are entirely, and you'll move from 'weird' to 'interesting'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have. ;- )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a beautiful evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-5124581823480197361?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5124581823480197361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/5124581823480197361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-13-08.html' title='4-13-08'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-9080705114588989456</id><published>2008-04-03T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:06:13.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Oliver-739976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Oliver-739886.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A healing, pet story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4-3-08&lt;div&gt;Today, I experienced a true miracle! Our dog, Oliver, had surgery on his cruciate ligament in the fall (his left knee). Well, it didn't heal properly, and the Vet basically said it was a 're-do'. We opted not to do this, again, to our dog.  He said there was a small chance that the scar tissue might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stabilize&lt;/span&gt; the knee. We did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt; on him, all winter and watched. It seemed that he would never be able to walk more than a short distant without sitting down from pain. Well, today, he went for a full walk with us, and never even slowed down! It's a true miracle! I'm so excited to start walking my dog again. The power of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reiki&lt;/span&gt; and 'intention' never ceases to amaze me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-9080705114588989456?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/9080705114588989456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/9080705114588989456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-3-08-today-i-experienced-true-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-2381999345165311714</id><published>2008-04-01T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:27:03.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4-1-08&lt;div&gt;Today, Brian and I drove around looking for properties to move Universal Healing into. Brian told me that he imagined a flat roofed building, in the morning, before we left. (This way, we would have the option to put a second floor on it.) It's interesting, because we found a property that we liked, that had a flat roof. It also had a loading dock. I saw another building I liked, that  had a loading dock. Neither of these buildings appeared to be industrial or warehouse-like. I wonder if that will be a final quality of the place we find? Odd coincidence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like April 14-16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; will provide some kind of insight as to the direction we will move towards. Until then, I'm busy revamping my website, and writing new workshops. It's an exciting time right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-2381999345165311714?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2381999345165311714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/2381999345165311714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-1-08-today-brian-and-i-drove-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6211851453169732767.post-1734757567928449514</id><published>2008-03-30T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:16:15.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Lisa-2-721259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Lisa-2-721226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.universalhealing.info/uploaded_images/Lisa-737595.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3-25-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I met with Leo and David last night re: pod casting and instructional design. I liked both of them, and I know that whatever we touch is golden. Brian was very active during the conversation, as he was during the "Intro to Reiki and Prosperity" class, last night. I think he's really inspired. I've been advised to 'blog', by my pod casting team. Well, I journal daily, sometimes several times a day, so that's no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Brian reminded us in class last night, that manifesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; involve remembering when you once had what you are trying to manifest. So, if you feel you were once thin and beautiful, focus on how you felt, perhaps, on your wedding day...harness that feeling and imagine that is how you are now feeling. That is the key to manifesting it again. You must re-experience the moment you felt in the past, what you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;trying to achieve. For Brian, his stocks had been in the 'red' for 3 months. After last weeks class, he imagined the feeling of them going 'green', until he 'knew' it was coming. The very next day, they went 'green'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This morning, on the Today show website, they had a child who was reading at 17 months. Nevin, my oldest son, was reading at 18 months; and although it occurred to me to call the news, I didn't . Now, at 5 years old, he continues to amaze us with his gifts and intelligence. It wasn't until a couple years ago that we realized how rare he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hearing that story this morning validated to me that I need to write everything that I am thinking and living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;because it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; rare and unusual. And someone, somewhere, will benefit and hopefully be inspired by what I am sharing. I hope that I can help people realize that they aren't 'weird' because they see and sense a world that others miss. Some of us have a 6th sense. To us, the world is a more vivid, more alive, and more of a dimensional experience than for others.. These individuals often say to me, "I know I sound weird" and I will correct them and say, "You sounds WONDERFUL!", not weird!" Perhaps the hardest part about being like this is that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;so rare. It is these people that I seek to teach and guide. I hope that through my words and stories these individuals will find solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I read a book, I have a habit of manifesting whatever I'm reading. For example, when I read "Memoirs of a Geisha', I turned on the TV (for the first time in several days), and there was a special on  about Geisha's.  This was a few years after the book came out. Whatever I saturate myself in, I attract.. I'm a powerful magnet and manifest er.  My hopes are that by reading my stories of what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;am attracting, it will inspire the reader so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;may continue to manifest and attract good things successfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is the first of a consistent effort to communicate to the world how success finds me. There are always a series of coincidences and feelings that lead me in the right direction. It is because I follow these signs (I call 'Pings'), that I attract miracle after miracle. I am thrilled that you will be sharing my journey with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6211851453169732767-1734757567928449514?l=lisamohr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1734757567928449514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6211851453169732767/posts/default/1734757567928449514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisamohr.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-blog-entry.html' title='My First Blog Entry'/><author><name>Lisa Mohr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01325478042524042977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNJ-OChghaE/TdiFn3fooaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9Je95Nn812U/s220/Lisa%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
