tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78642415537901187792024-02-19T08:28:09.821-08:00Coaching EmotionsEmotions are a bridge that takes us beyond what we think we knowRosa Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17840572610635638370noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864241553790118779.post-3649710390720357242013-10-23T05:25:00.000-07:002013-10-23T05:27:14.952-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Have you ever felt trapped inside your body? I mean the sensation of being more than what your body feels or thinks or reacts. Who are you? Think about it for a few seconds. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Are you your skin? your background? your career? your profession? your gender? your religion? your beliefs? your choices?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Who am I?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It has been one of the deepest and most secure way to go beyond what we belief into the unknown path of self-discovery.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yes, that is right! Self discovery is not about finding out your personality. That fact you are already pretty attach to it. I refer to the concept of the Self that we are not aware of. That hidden being inside ourselves that shouts emotions when we are frightened, or locks our thoughts in a circle of darkness when we don't see a way out of a situation. Yes, that inner part of ourselves that is so close to us and yet so far of being understood.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The frog in the picture above does not question who is under her skin. Us, on the other hand, have the biological neural structure to question those types of declarations thanks to our frontal cortex.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Beyond our appearances, accomplishments and titles, lies a soul who marks what type of experiences do we need to endure in order to awake to the true reality of Earth School.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you have not asked yourself yet, I wonder, what does your soul feels like today?</span>Rosa Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17840572610635638370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864241553790118779.post-49440276989656732262013-03-31T15:58:00.001-07:002013-03-31T15:58:43.804-07:00Brain training<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He was only 15 when life departed from his young body. His ancient soul probably knew. But his friends and family on earth did not know that; before a blink of an eye, he was gone.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Emotions storm through your chest as you remember his life, his smile, his way of making jokes in classroom. His style. Like a sharp knife stuck somewhere between your lungs, you feel your own life shaking. "It is not fair", you think, and tears crowd your eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gone too soon. All children are always gone too soon, I think.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For those of us left behind, here on planet Earth, here are some words that I hope find a nest in your heart to consider.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our life on Earth is a journey, and each of us has a unique pattern of soul growth beyond what our mind can comprehend. Only the soul knows, but we don't remember from the soul and the spirit until we are liberated from our bodies.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Physical death is just leaving behind the container- the body- when it cannot maintain within the spirit any longer. It never means that the soul, the spirit, the mental or astral bodies are gone too. Only the physical and lower body is gone. But that is only matter or material substance. What gives life to a body is its spirit. And the spirit never dies, because they are eternal.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We are trapped into our bodies, meaning that after being born and as we grow up we don't remember who we truly are, where we come from and what is our mission while on earth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That is where the journey starts: to rediscover what can we do with what we have, while we are here, with what we know.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That young boy will be greatly missed, but his life was at its fullest with the time he had, while he was here, with what he knew.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His life should inspire us. He will live within us forever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The spirit always leaves a footprint of its beautiful essence in everything and everybody he/she meets while on its journey through life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This young teenager is gone, but his journey remains with us inspiring a new dimension of what life is about: being the best that we can be with what we have,with what we know,with what we feel.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let your tears run. If you need to cry, do it. If you miss him, say it. If you need to talk, open your heart and mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Someone once said that emotions are just like waves: you cannot stop them, but you can chose which one to ride.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Part of our journey in life is to learn about our own emotions, our fears, our insecurities, our thoughts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He gave us a gift with his presence on earth. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let's live today not taking nothing for granted, to express our love and friendship, not to hold animosity for something that will not matter in a few years.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let's live today to the best that we can be. </span><br />
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<br />Rosa Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17840572610635638370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864241553790118779.post-64653386420813924692012-12-12T09:46:00.001-08:002012-12-12T09:46:32.652-08:00We all like L♥O♥V♥E<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3G1PFLuTrgM?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Rosa Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17840572610635638370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864241553790118779.post-14344409617524800172012-12-12T06:27:00.000-08:002012-12-12T06:27:19.008-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">"Nothing can bring success but yourself"</span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Napoleon Hill</span><br />
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Rosa Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17840572610635638370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864241553790118779.post-86205910193305981022012-11-13T11:14:00.001-08:002012-11-13T11:14:32.429-08:00Quantum Mechanics<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Nv1_YB1IedE?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Rosa Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17840572610635638370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864241553790118779.post-62356968036763734662012-11-13T10:47:00.001-08:002012-11-13T10:47:57.141-08:00Consciousness - <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Rosa Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17840572610635638370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864241553790118779.post-45464418716127402442012-10-25T02:31:00.002-07:002012-10-25T02:31:16.380-07:00Make a Wish Foundation made this one possible- true history<br />
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all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible.</div>
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The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted</div>
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Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make</div>
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her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible</div>
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to give her six-year-old son a ride around the block</div>
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Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than that.</div>
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Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary</div>
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fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the</div>
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fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls,</div>
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the whole nine yards! And if you'll give us his sizes,</div>
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we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire</div>
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hat-not a toy one-with the emblem of the Phoenix</div>
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from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and</div>
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ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the</div>
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truck and help steer it back to the fire station.</div>
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He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in</div>
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Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all</div>
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three calls. He rode in the different fire engines,</div>
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the paramedic's van, and even the fire chief's car.</div>
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He was also videotaped for the local news program.</div>
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Having his dream come true, with all the love and</div>
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attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply</div>
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touched Billy that he lived three months longer than</div>
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any doctor thought possible.</div>
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One night all of his vital signs began to drop</div>
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dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in</div>
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the hospice concept that no one should die alone,</div>
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began to call the family members to the hospital.</div>
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Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as</div>
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a fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked</div>
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if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform</div>
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to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his</div>
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transition. The chief replied, "We can do better than</div>
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that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please</div>
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do me a favor? When you hear the sirens screaming</div>
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and see the lights flashing, will you announce over</div>
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the PA system that there is not a fire? It's just the</div>
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fire department coming to see one of its finest</div>
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members one more time. And will you open the</div>
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window to his room?"</div>
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</div>
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About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck</div>
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arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up</div>
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to Billy's third floor open window. 16 firefighters</div>
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climbed up the ladder into Billy's room. With his</div>
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mother's permission, they hugged him and held</div>
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him and told him how much they loved him.</div>
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With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire</div>
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chief and said, "Chief, am I really a fireman now?"</div>
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"Billy, you are, and the Head Chief, Jesus, is</div>
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holding your hand," the chief said. With those words,</div>
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Billy smiled and said,</div>
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"I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the</div>
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angels have been singing." He closed his eyes one</div>
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last time.</div>
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