<?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-274780078023272286</id><updated>2011-12-28T04:39:59.650-08:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='Perception'/><category term='Clairvoyance'/><title type='text'>Words From Beyond</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-1065267833445032330</id><published>2011-09-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:43:34.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just couldn't resist posting this poem  here called &lt;b&gt;Love After Love&lt;/b&gt; written by &lt;i&gt;Derek Walcott&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;The time will come&lt;br /&gt;when, with elation&lt;br /&gt;you will greet yourself arriving&lt;br /&gt;at your own door, in your own mirror&lt;br /&gt;and each will smile at the other's welcome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say, sit here. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;You will love again the stranger who was your self.&lt;br /&gt;Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart&lt;br /&gt;to itself, to the stranger who has loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your life, whom you ignored&lt;br /&gt;for another, who knows you by heart.&lt;br /&gt;Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photographs, the desperate notes,&lt;br /&gt;peel your own image from the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Sit. Feast on your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&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/274780078023272286-1065267833445032330?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/1065267833445032330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=1065267833445032330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/1065267833445032330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/1065267833445032330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-just-couldnt-resist-posting-this-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-7004289873827231177</id><published>2011-07-10T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T03:19:45.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;When you come to the end of a perfect day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;And you sit alone with your thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;While the chimes ring out with a carol gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;For the joy that the day has brought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Do you think what the end of a perfect day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Can mean to a tired heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;And the dear friends have to part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Well, this is the end of a perfect day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Near the end of a journey, too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;With a wish that is kind and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;For memory has painted this perfect day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;With colours that never fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;And we find, at the end of a perfect day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;The soul of a friend we've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-7004289873827231177?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/7004289873827231177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=7004289873827231177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/7004289873827231177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/7004289873827231177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-come-to-end-of-perfect-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-4864695389035881654</id><published>2011-06-16T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:23:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>k main independent ho gaya hoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though not directly relates to Words From Beyond, however I still find it important enough to post it here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naya naya hun iss duniya me,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mushkil se khud pe bharosa karna seekha hai,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoda sa kuch galat ho jaaye,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to logon ko lagta hai ye galat tareeka hai...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghar se door wakt guzra to pata laga,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K main sirf upar se khush hoon,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andar se to main tanhaiiyon me kho gaya hoon,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aur log samajhte hain......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k main independent ho gaya hoon...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darta tha jiss Routine me kaam karne se,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usi kaa aadi ho gaya hun,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man-marzi se reh to leta hun,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par ye marzi hai upar wale ki,, ye bhi seh leta hoon,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rojj yaad karke man me rota hoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un doston ko,, unki baaton ko,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kya bataun doston tumhari yaad me,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nahate wakt inhi aansuon ko dubo gaya hoon,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aur tum samajh rahe hoge......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k main independent ho gaya hoon...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bohot yaad aata wo papa ka gussa karna,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wo maa ka meri baaton pe hasna,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wo bhai se ladna,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aur ladai karke fir saath padhana,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wo ghar ka lazeezz khana,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wo doston k saath free ki party udaana,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tere khaane ki mahek yaad kerke maa, mera peit bhar jata hai,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zabardasti kuch kha leta hun,,, kyuki shareer yahi chahta hai,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par kaise bataun maa tujhe,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaj fir main bina Khaana khaye so gaya hoon,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aur tu bi samajh rahi hogi......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k main independent ho gaya hoon...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agli zindagi isse behtar milegi, isi intezaar me ruka hoon,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par aisa lagta h, isi Zindagi me sab kuch seekh chuka hoon,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shayad yahi likha tha usne meri taqdeer me,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shayad jaldi dekhna chahta hai wo mujhe Tasveer me,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katne ko masti me kat jaati hai zindagi,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Par shayad iska ehssas paane ki hasrat me,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main murdaa ho gayaa hoon,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aur marne k baad to m bhi kaunga duniya se,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k dekho main independent ho gaya hoon...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-4864695389035881654?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4864695389035881654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=4864695389035881654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/4864695389035881654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/4864695389035881654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2011/06/k-main-independent-ho-gaya-hoon.html' title='k main independent ho gaya hoon'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-6807592741660129267</id><published>2011-04-17T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T10:40:10.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle &amp; Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The naked earth is warm with Spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And with green grass and bursting trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Leans to the sun's kiss glorying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And quivers in the sunny breeze;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And a striving evermore for these;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And he is dead, who will not fight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And who dies fighting has increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The fighting man shall from the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Speed with the light-foot winds to run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And with the trees to newer birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-6807592741660129267?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6807592741660129267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=6807592741660129267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/6807592741660129267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/6807592741660129267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2011/04/battle-battle.html' title='Battle &amp; Battle'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-2201402082882618952</id><published>2011-03-05T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T08:44:54.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face : An Index Of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPq9Fx2ABNM/TXJmH4X3aQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4R7pBubLOdM/s1600/mind-reader1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPq9Fx2ABNM/TXJmH4X3aQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4R7pBubLOdM/s320/mind-reader1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580635173843069186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mind is the subtle form of this physical body. The physical body is the outward manifestation of the mind. So when the mind is rough, the body is rough too. As a man of rough appearance generally cannot invoke love and mercy of others, so a rough-minded man cannot invoke love and mercy of anybody. Mind very conspicuously reflects on the face its various states which a man of intelligence can very easily read. Face is an index of the mind, just as the tongue is an index of the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The body follows the mind. If the mind thinks of falling from a height, the body prepares itself immediately and shows external signs. Fear, anxiety, grief, cheerfulness, hilarity, anger.all produce their various impressions on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The eyes which represent the windows of the soul bespeak of the condition and state of the mind. There is a telegraphic instrument in the eyes to transmit the messages or thoughts of treachery, cunningness, fraud, pure love, compassion, devotion, depression, gloom, hatred, cheerfulness, peace, harmony, health, power, strength and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have the faculty to read the eyes of others, you can read the mind at once. You can read the uppermost thought or dominant thought of a man if you are careful to mark the signs in his face, conversation and behaviour. It needs a little pluck, acumen, training, intelligence and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts, sentiments, modes and emotions produce their strong impressions on the face. The face is like an advertisement board wherein is advertised what is going on inside the mind. In face, you can hardly hide your thoughts. You may foolishly think that you have kept up your thoughts in secret. Thoughts of lust, greed, jealousy, anger, revenge, hatred, etc., at once produce their deep impressions on your face. The face is a faithful recorder and a sensitive registering apparatus to register and record all the thoughts that are running in your mind. The face is a polished mirror to indicate the nature of the mind and its contents at a particular time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who thinks that he can hide his thoughts is a dunce of the first water. His position is like that of the ostrich which, when chased by the hunters, hides its head underneath the sand and imagines that it cannot be seen by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face is like a gramophone record or plate. Whatever you think is at once written on your face. Every vicious thought serves as a chisel or needle to write down the thoughts on your countenance. Your faces are covered with the scars and wounds which are made by the vicious thoughts of hatred, anger, lust, jealousy, revenge, etc. From the nature of the scar in your face, I can at once read your state of mind. I can at once diagnose your disease of the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-2201402082882618952?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2201402082882618952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=2201402082882618952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/2201402082882618952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/2201402082882618952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2011/03/face-index-of-mind.html' title='Face : An Index Of Mind'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPq9Fx2ABNM/TXJmH4X3aQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/4R7pBubLOdM/s72-c/mind-reader1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-2232696813469136707</id><published>2010-11-20T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:24:06.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short</title><content type='html'>Life is short. We seem to think that we’ll live forever. We spend time and money as though we’ll always be here. We buy shiny things as though they matter and are worth the debt and stress of attachment. We put off the so-called “trip of a lifetime” for another year, because we all assume we have another year. We don’t tell the ones we love how much we love them often enough because we assume there’s always tomorrow. And we fear. Oh, do we fear. We stick it out in miserable job and situations because we’re afraid of the risk of stepping out. We don’t reach high enough or far enough because we’re worried we’ll fail, forgetting – or never realizing – that it’s better to fail spectacularly while reaching for the stars than it is to succeed at something we never really wanted in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think we’ve got forever and that these concerns that weigh us down are so pressing. We worry about the trivial to the neglect of the most precious thing we have: moments we’ll never see again. We talk of killing time, passing time, and getting through the week, forgetting we’re wishing away the moments that comprise our lives. We say time is money when in fact the time we have is ALL we have. Money can be borrowed, time can’t. We fear taking risks, unaware that the biggest risk we run in playing it safe is in fact living as long as we hope and never doing the things we dreamed of. And then it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your dream is, find a way to make it happen. Your job can wait. You can find someone to feed the cat. I know, I know, there are so many reasons we can’t and some of those reasons are valid. Life is not only short, it is also sometimes profoundly hard. But I think sometimes our reasons are in fact only excuses.  Its all about living the dream. But it’s not self-help, positive-thinking, wish-upon-a-star. It’s the realization that life is short and no one is going to live my life on my behalf. And one day soon – because it’ll seem that way, I know it – my candle will burn out; I want it to burn hot and bright while it’s still lit. I want it to light fires and set others ablaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. Live it now. And live it with all your strength and passion now. Don’t keep it in reserve against a day you might not have. While the ember is still lit, fan it to flame. Be bold about it, even if your circumstances mean all you have is to love boldly and laugh boldly. Because now is all we have, and these dreams won’t chase themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;End of sermon, thanks for listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-2232696813469136707?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2232696813469136707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=2232696813469136707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/2232696813469136707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/2232696813469136707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-short.html' title='Life is short'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-6502875167993563254</id><published>2010-09-18T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T05:21:33.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Twenty-Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This post is not directly related to "Words From Beyond", but still I find it good enough to post it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it the "Quarter-Life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that maybe, those friends that you thought were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, nasty, mean, or insincere but that they are as confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at your job and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night stands and random hookups start to look cheap.  Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Talk to twenty something friends, maybe it will help them sit down for a while, take a deep breath and ponder for a while!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-6502875167993563254?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6502875167993563254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=6502875167993563254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/6502875167993563254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/6502875167993563254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-twenty-something.html' title='Being Twenty-Something'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-5313517770759452094</id><published>2010-03-28T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:45:34.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Theory Of Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/S695Pe-A_gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y3iJKMvumnw/s1600/perception_vase.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/S695Pe-A_gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y3iJKMvumnw/s320/perception_vase.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453710980687134210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the elastic theory of the mind. This school of thought says that the mind becomes elastic when several objects come in contact with the various senses and thus puts itself simultaneously into touch with various sense-organs or Indriyas of knowledge (Jnana-Indriyas). When the mind comes in contact with one object and one Indriya, it contracts to a point. This theory is exploded and refuted by the Vedantins as unsound. There is another school of thought that says that there are different compartments or parts in the mind. One part of the mind connects itself with one sense (Indriya), another part with a second sense and so on. This theory is similarly blown up and discarded by the Vedantins as untenable and unsound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the school of thought known by the name of Drishti-Srishti-Vada, the perceiver and the perceived are one. Just as the spider weaves out the web from its own body, even so the mind throws out this physical universe from its own body during waking state and withdraws the world into its womb during sleep. An object is a mental Vritti externalised or objectified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Drishya (what you see outside) is due to mental Avidya. There is only light outside. There is only vibration outside. It is the mind that gives colour and shape. It is all mental deception. This is one view. This is one theory of perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interaction between the mind inside and the Tanmatric vibrations outside is the object or the world that you see outside. This is one theory of perception. Mind is formed out of the Sattvic portion of the five Tanmatras. There is light outside. The sun also emits light. The eye is made up of fire or Agni-Tattva. That portion of the mind which perceives is also made up of Agni-Tattva. So fire sees fire. Only that portion of the mind which is made up of Sabda-Tanmatra can hear. Sound comes from Akasa outside. So Akasa of the mind hears Akasa from outside. But, Atman can see, hear, taste and feel everything. Atman only can be seen by Atman. Therefore, whatever you see outside is Atman only. Sarvam Khalvidam BrahmaEverything is verily Brahman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-5313517770759452094?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/5313517770759452094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=5313517770759452094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/5313517770759452094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/5313517770759452094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2010/03/theory-of-perception.html' title='Theory Of Perception'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/S695Pe-A_gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y3iJKMvumnw/s72-c/perception_vase.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-6940649757890641389</id><published>2010-01-26T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:19:40.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Chain Of Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/S17qcT5ou4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PrbJ17sBcy8/s1600-h/gcob_painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/S17qcT5ou4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PrbJ17sBcy8/s320/gcob_painting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431035972754652034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reference point for modern man is the material world, he judges life by his perceptions and acts accordingly. His life is hence governed by physical desires and materials requirements. This way of life, whether it be Western consumerism or Marxist materialism, was created by the development of the (Western) scientific worldview, whereby man was removed from his place at the center of the universe and reduced to his new status as an "evolved monkey".Beginning in the 19th century (some would argue earlier) prevailing ideologies began to jettison God, spirituality and the Medieval worldview and replace "superstition" with a "scientific" model based on matter, evolution and technology coupled with a belief in progress. This new scientific model was and is a direct contradiction of the earlier "traditional" model, which was based on the "Great Chain of Being".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Great Chain is the traditional view of the universe which is not locked in a simple "nuts and bolts" view, but which encompasses the great span of existence from the very heights of spirit to the depths of the infernal realms. The Great Chain of Being while expressed in many cultures is not doctrinally specific, it can be found in Hindu, Buddhist, Platonic, Christian and Mystical cosmology, it is found throughout literature from myth and legend to the visions of Dante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern mans vision of reality can be seen like those locked into Plato's cave, he perceives only shadows and presumes these to be real. This is far more dangerous than we admit, for if we limit our reality to our sense alone then we remove all possibility of ethical or spiritual insight and reduce existence to material banality. While psychology may wish to somewhat expand our horizons by positing spiritual equivalents within the mind, it is still reductionist and everything is referenced back to the senses and the material world. If it is from matter we come, then to matter we shall return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-6940649757890641389?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/6940649757890641389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=6940649757890641389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/6940649757890641389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/6940649757890641389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-chain.html' title='Great Chain Of Being'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/S17qcT5ou4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PrbJ17sBcy8/s72-c/gcob_painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-3348237582874095638</id><published>2009-10-04T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:25:52.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clairvoyance'/><title type='text'>Clairvoyance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/Ssivo4zj9YI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q61rtk5-nWw/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/Ssivo4zj9YI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q61rtk5-nWw/s320/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388750071127078274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clairvoyance, ability to see or visualize objects and events beyond the range of normal sight. Clairvoyance is a form of extrasensory perception, or ESP, which includes any ability to gain information by psychic means, rather than through the physical senses. According to belief, clairvoyance usually occurs when a person with clairvoyant powers is in a state of trance, during  hich that person can describe the objects or events that appear in his or her mind. Most scientists, however, deny that claims of clairvoyance have been supported by any substantial evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several explanations for clairvoyance among people who believe it occurs. Some people believe that a clairvoyant person gains psychic visions through communication with spirits. Others claim that clairvoyance comes through telepathy, the ability to communicate with others using only the mind. Another explanation says that clairvoyant people get their information through their own special abilities, without direction from another person or spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-3348237582874095638?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/3348237582874095638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=3348237582874095638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/3348237582874095638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/3348237582874095638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2009/10/clairvoyance.html' title='Clairvoyance'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/Ssivo4zj9YI/AAAAAAAAADg/Q61rtk5-nWw/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-7156877637534452171</id><published>2008-08-24T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:18:04.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SLFeOxTNV_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wLEWNwRr5tQ/s1600-h/NatureShots336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238071449453680626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SLFeOxTNV_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wLEWNwRr5tQ/s320/NatureShots336.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;strong&gt;A phobia is a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;persistent irrational &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that causes a person to feel extreme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anxiety.&lt;/strong&gt; When people have a phobic reaction to a situation, a condition, or a thing, they may experience sweating, increased heart rate, difficulty in breathing, and an overwhelming desire to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#&lt;/strong&gt; Phobias are the most common of anxiety disorders, and they affect men and women of all ages, income levels, and ethnic groups. A phobia may develop from an unpleasant childhood memory. &lt;em&gt;For example, an individual may feel uneasy around cats because of being bitten or scratched as an infant. If over the years such an uneasiness develops into an unreasoning fear of cats that causes the person to scream, run, or faint at the very presence of a cat, that person has ailurophobia (from the Greek words ailuro for cat, phobia for fear).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#&lt;/strong&gt; Psychologists have categorized as many as &lt;strong&gt;500 phobias&lt;/strong&gt;, and according to the estimates of some health professionals, as many as &lt;strong&gt;50 million individuals&lt;/strong&gt; in the India suffer from some kind of phobia. While the causes of phobias remain unknown and open to much speculation, some of the most frequent theories name biological, chemical, cultural, and psychological origins—or a mix of the four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Agoraphobia&lt;/strong&gt; is considered the most disabling of all the phobias. Treatment is difficult because those who suffer from this phobia fear being someplace outside of their home where they will not be able to escape if they should experience a panic attack—and that can be anywhere from a supermarket, the office, or a crowded street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Acrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;, a fear of heights, may have developed in an individual because of a childhood fear of falling. Some individuals are unable to ascend to the upper floors of buildings or are even unable to climb up on ladders to hang pictures in their home because of such a dread of falling. The name of this phobia is derived from the Greek word acro to denote a great height. Aphobia is a persistent irrational fear that causes a person to feel extreme anxiety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Arachnophobia&lt;/strong&gt;, a fear of spiders, is an extremely common fear that undoubtedly has its basis in the reality that some spiders are poisonous or inflict painful bites. The name for this phobia comes from the Greek word for spider, arachne. There is also the Greek myth of Arachne, a woman from the ancient city of Lydia, who had the boldness to challenge the goddess Athena to a weaving contest. As a punishment, Arachne was changed into a spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Claustrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;, a fear of being enclosed in a small or tight place, was experienced by the great escape artist Houdini, who often accepted the challenge of freeing himself from very small and tight boxes and trunks. Disciplining himself to conquer his phobia was one of his greatest feats. The name of this phobia comes from the Latin word claustro, to shut or to close. The word is also very close to cloister, in which individuals voluntarily shut themselves off from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Glossophobia&lt;/strong&gt;, a fear of public speaking, is one of the most common of phobias and one that must be overcome by many individuals who find themselves in the position of having to make a speech to a group of people for business, professional, or educational reasons. From the Greek word for tongue, glosso, many people find themselves tongue-tied, feeling faint, their heart pounding when they are placed in the position of speaking in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Mysophobia&lt;/strong&gt;, a fear of germs or dirt, originates from the Greek myso, filth. This phobia is an environmental one that causes the sufferers constantly to wash their hands, to cleanse the area around them, and to avoid any type of dirt or any source that might breed bacteria. Many people with this disorder become housebound and often cause dermal harm to themselves by constantly scrubbing and washing their skin. &lt;em&gt;Singer-songwriter Michael Jackson has become well-known for his phobia regarding germs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Scotophobia&lt;/strong&gt;, a fear of the dark, is another basic human response to centuries of concern for the dangers in venturing out after nightfall where wild animals or savage people may lie in ambush, waiting to attack the vulnerable. While even in modern times it seems only an exercise of common sense to be cautious while out walking after dark, an unreasoning fear and overwhelming dread of dark places can cause individuals to be confined to their homes after nightfall. The word comes from the Greek scoto, darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Xenophobia&lt;/strong&gt;, fear of strangers or foreigners and their customs, can be especially troublesome in modern times when the globe shrinks more every year, and cultures once far removed from one another become closely involved in trade, tourism, or international tension. In primitive times when people encountered individuals from different tribes, a caution or fear of strangers was the most primitive kind of protective device.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-7156877637534452171?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/7156877637534452171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=7156877637534452171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/7156877637534452171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/7156877637534452171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SLFeOxTNV_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wLEWNwRr5tQ/s72-c/NatureShots336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-7129308868732388307</id><published>2008-08-13T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:16:28.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstitions And Strange Customs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKMWoClQftI/AAAAAAAAACY/T7sVJ_jRHzA/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234052069078367954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKMWoClQftI/AAAAAAAAACY/T7sVJ_jRHzA/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The experiences of those who had faced greatdangers and lived to tell the tale were ritualizedby others who listened carefully to suchaccounts and took note of what the survivorshad worn, thought, said, or did to escapedeath. As the sharing of the survivors’ storiesspread, highly individualized personal ritualsgrew out of the methods by which these heroeshad been able to ward off evil or the deadlyattack of predators or human enemies. Thesepersonal rituals became the beginning of whatis called superstition and evolved over timeinto systems of magic and religious practices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Cats:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Perhaps no animal has inspired as much superstition as the cat. Throughout history, cats have been worshipped as gods by certain cultures and abhorred as demons by others. In European folklore, the black cat is the traditional companionof witches. Because of this old belief,the black cat has become an omen of misfortune and ill luck, and a popular notion is that unhappiness will follow quickly in the wake of the black cat that crosses one’s path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An old book called Beware the Cat (1584) gives warning that black cats are witchesin disguise, and that killing a cat does not necessarily mean killing the witch, for a witch can take on the body of a cat nine times.&lt;/strong&gt; In the Middle Ages, the brain of ablack cat was considered an essential ingredient in all recipes of the witches and witch doctors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THROUGHOUT history, cats have been worshipped as gods by certain cultures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old belief that a cat has nine lives goes back to ancient Egypt. The cat-headed goddess,Bast (or Ubasti), was associated with the benevolent aspect of Hathor, the Lioness, andwas said to have nine lives. The Egyptians did not fear the cat, but rather reverenced it, andthey elevated cats far above the role of domestic pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Days of the Week:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The belief in lucky and unlucky days is very old and appears to have been originally taughtby the magicians of ancient Chaldea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ancient Greeks believed that the 13th day was unlucky for sowing, but favorable for planting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even today in South Africa, many people consider it unlucky to begin a journey or undertake a work of importance during the last quarter of the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Blue Monday” is an old phrase still in general usage. In early days those whose businesscircumstances forced them to work on Sunday, the official day of rest, were consideredentitled to a holiday on Monday. On Monday, therefore, while others were back atwork, the people who worked on Sunday had a day of rest. Because the churches throughoutEurope were decorated with blue on the first Monday before Lent—&lt;em&gt;which was a holiday or“lazy day” for everyone—the day of rest throughout the rest of the year for the Sundayworkers came to be known as “Blue Monday.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the term is still used, now when people speak of a “Blue Monday,” they mostoften wish to convey that they feel lazy, tired, or would rather be on holiday than at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The origin of the superstition concerning Friday is traced by most authorities to the crucifixionof Jesus Christ (c. 6 B.C.E.–c. 30 C.E.) on that day. &lt;strong&gt;But some writers advance the theorythat Friday is regarded as an unlucky day because, according to ancient tradition, it wason Friday that Adam and Eve partook of the forbidden fruit and were cast out of paradise&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. Dogs :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Dogs, “&lt;strong&gt;man’s best friend&lt;/strong&gt;,” do not have any of the kind of sinister superstitions that surround the cat, their domesticated companion andcompetitor in hundreds of thousands of households around the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only have dogs been humankind’s most consistent and considerate animal friend, but certain scientific research now suggests that the &lt;em&gt;human species might not be here today if it hadn’t been for an ancient linkup with the canine family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among the superstitions associated with the dog is the ancient belief that the howling of dogs portends death and calamities. This appears to be a relic of the time when humans made deities of animals, and as a deity, the dog was supposed to be able to foresee death and give warning of it by howling or barking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The connection with the sun may derive from the dog’s habit of walking around in a small circle before it lies down. To early people, the making of such a circle was to create a symbol of the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In ancient Persia, dogs were believed to be able to protect the dying soul from possession by evil spirits. When a person was dying, a dog was stationed by the bedside to keep away the negative spirits that hovered near newlyreleased souls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is an old superstition that good luck will be granted to a person who is followed by a stray dog. If the dog should follow someone on a rainy night, however, such action brings bad luck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-7129308868732388307?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/7129308868732388307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=7129308868732388307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/7129308868732388307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/7129308868732388307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/superstitions-and-strange-customs.html' title='Superstitions And Strange Customs'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKMWoClQftI/AAAAAAAAACY/T7sVJ_jRHzA/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-4720278195837045136</id><published>2008-08-13T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:53:30.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices from Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKMOkZhNF_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQAByiEcyJo/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234043210422884338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="266" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKMOkZhNF_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQAByiEcyJo/s320/14.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Messages from the “other side” are most often words of comfort for the living, that they are okay and are still watchingout for us. In the most interesting cases, however, those who have passed on communicate messages that are not only highly personal, but are of particular significance, important – even life saving. Here are some of those stories: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. Mom’s voice&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/em&gt; It was an otherwise ordinary night in August of 1975 when 18-year-old Kris was taking her clothes to the laundromat behind the restaurant where she worked. She put the clothes in the washer and headed back to the restaurant to help her boyfriend, who was a cook there, close up the place. While walking to the back entrance, Kris’s attention was grabbed be a nondescript goldcoloured car, although she didn’t know why. She started to walk to the front of the kitchen area, then decided against it and simply leaned against a door area where she could not be seen from the front. Suddenly, it became quiet. “I started to take a step when I heard my mom’s voice, as though she were standing there say, ‘Kris, don’t move!’” Fortunately, Kris listened. Then one of the waitresses came screaming to the back and grabbed the phone to call the police. The restaurant had just been robbed at gunpoint! “Had I walked into view of the doorway,” Kris says, “I would have seen my boyfriend lying face down on the floor, the waitress and the few customers on their knees – and I would have been directly behind the gunman, who was so nervous I probably would have been shot when I startled him.” &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;strong&gt;There is a mistaken idea that the “voices” heard are those of the spirit communicators. If we stop and think, we realise that everything of our physical make-up is left on the earth when the soul passes into the spirit world, where it manifests through the etheric counterpart of our being. In the etheric state everything is expressed by mental and spiritual vibrations. When spirit entities communicate their messages by means of direct voice, they transmit their thoughts to an apparatus constructed from the power taken from the sitters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.Dad leaves a note&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/em&gt; One September morning in 1999, Clair was surprised to find a message written on a little notepad stuck on her refrigerator. It said, “Rise and shine, Claire.” She swears the note was in her father’s handwriting who had died two years earlier, and she knows the notepad was blank when she went to bed the night before. “I know it wasn’t faked,” Clair says, “because he had something called benign familial tremor, so his writing was really shaky.” Clair’s two daughters also denied any joke on their part. What’s more, the message was personal. “It was something he always said to me when it was time for me to go to high school some 30 years ago. I can’t explain it but I think it really is great that my father hasn't forgotten me!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only physical contribution is the medium’s larynx. The larynx isdematerialised and then rematerialised in a form required by the spiritentity. The larynx is then attached to an ectoplasmic pipe, which in turnis connected by means of an ectoplasmic rod to an ectoplasmic soundbox.All the apparatus is built up outside and away from the medium.The next process is to bring about suitable conditions for spiritcommunication, or in other words, getting the right wave length. Justlike the wireless, where it is necessary to tune in the instrument to awave-length to receive the station we desire to hear, so we have totune in to the higher vibrations of the spirit world. The onlywavelengths on which the spirit world operates are love, sympathy,harmony and faith. The sitters are responsible for supplying the rightvibrations. Having gone so far, one has to wait with patience for anycommunication.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. Play it again, grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : Diane was of high school age when she received a remarkable message from her grandma. It was a Friday and whole family was at the high school game, as her brother was playing in it. “I had been grounded for some reasons I can’t remember now,” Diane says. Her grandmother had passed away about two years earlier. And she was the only one in the family who could play the piano, which was kept in the basement. “I only ever heard her play two songs,” says Diane. “One was The Third Man Theme.” “I had been watching TV, and all of a sudden I heard The Third Man Theme coming up from the basement. I was scared to death. I will never forget it!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-4720278195837045136?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/4720278195837045136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=4720278195837045136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/4720278195837045136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/4720278195837045136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/messages-from-other-side-are-most-often.html' title='Voices from Beyond'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKMOkZhNF_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PQAByiEcyJo/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-2121157772653964353</id><published>2008-08-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:33:52.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The AfterLife Mysteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKL-gop1X6I/AAAAAAAAACI/A7EwVsMRLGM/s1600-h/debian102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234025553580089250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" height="283" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKL-gop1X6I/AAAAAAAAACI/A7EwVsMRLGM/s320/debian102.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humankind’s obsession with the unknown and the unexplained begins with the greatest question of all: Do humans survivephysical death? And if so, are they born again? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mystery of what lies on the other side of death has givenbirth to humankind’s magic, mysticisms, religions,and all the diverse creatures of Light andDarkness that populate the mysteriousregions in between.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Children take the continuity of life for granted. It is the fact of death that has to be taught. Self-preservation is one of humankind’s most powerful instincts, transcending the grave itself, for the desire for immortality, an afterlife, is nothing else than one form of the search for self-preservation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. One goes to sleep many times, but always to wake once more. Humans have gotten into the habit of being alive. To think of oneself as non-being is difficult. People can accept the mortality of others, but not of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. The belief in an afterlife coincides with the innate conviction that present life has significance and purpose. And because humans believe their earthly existence has meaning and they therefore have a reason for being, it seems imperative that at least some part of them must somehow continue in a future life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Conceptions of the world beyond death vary considerably among the world religions, but in every religious expression known to history or anthropology, the question of the afterlife in store for the individual believer has been of prime importance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Those whose faith has trained them to believe completely in an afterlife can easily imagine what the future life will be. For them, life after death is a definable concept, a genuine and real result of how they have lived their present life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. To religious individuals, faith in an afterlife becomes increasingly part of their existence, a source of courage and strength as the years go by. And once physical death overtakes them, for the great majority of these individuals, the most significant feature of an afterlife will be their union with the Divine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-2121157772653964353?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/2121157772653964353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=2121157772653964353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/2121157772653964353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/2121157772653964353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/afterlife-mysteries.html' title='The AfterLife Mysteries'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKL-gop1X6I/AAAAAAAAACI/A7EwVsMRLGM/s72-c/debian102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-1860527293309620917</id><published>2008-08-13T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T04:11:09.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Of Paranormal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKLAAXJfNFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0fWCui0EmdE/s1600-h/getimage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233956829404279890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKLAAXJfNFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0fWCui0EmdE/s320/getimage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A recent survey has found that, of their random sample of 1,236 Indian adults, 55 percent believed in the devil, while 25 percent professed belief in ghosts and 14 percent in witches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost 50 percent said they believed in extrasensory perception, or ESP, while 36 percent professed belief in mental telepathy, and 17 percent in telekinesis (the supposed ability of the mind to change the position or shape of an object). One in four professed a belief in astrology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The experience of déjà vu— the feeling 'that you have been somewhere or done something before&lt;/strong&gt;,' as the pollsters put it — was the most common psychic phenomenon reported.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While 55 percent of people said they believed in déjà vu, 56 percent said they had actually experienced it. Thus, according to Gallup, seeing may not always be believing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-1860527293309620917?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/1860527293309620917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=1860527293309620917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/1860527293309620917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/1860527293309620917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-of-paranormal.html' title='The World Of Paranormal'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKLAAXJfNFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0fWCui0EmdE/s72-c/getimage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274780078023272286.post-7334443283364278025</id><published>2008-07-26T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:19:30.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATING FROM LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKLCZA8ch9I/AAAAAAAAABY/MyOiF7TBqIc/s1600-h/getimage22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233959451963983826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKLCZA8ch9I/AAAAAAAAABY/MyOiF7TBqIc/s320/getimage22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/afterlife-mysteries.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. The AfterLife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :- Many of those who have returned to life after an experience also speak of a life-review of their deeds and misdeeds from childhood to the moment of the near-death encounter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" href="http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/messages-from-other-side-are-most-often.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Voices From Beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:- A lot of so-called direct voice phenomena is nothing more than a spiritentity taking charge of a medium when in trance and speaking through his lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/08/superstitions-and-strange-customs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Superstitions And strange Customs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:- Out of the fears and feelings of helplessness, there arose accounts of personal rituals of survival. Superstitions and religions evolved into accepted rules for appropriate human behavior (customs) and forbidden behavior (taboos). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/274780078023272286-7334443283364278025?l=wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/feeds/7334443283364278025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=274780078023272286&amp;postID=7334443283364278025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/7334443283364278025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/274780078023272286/posts/default/7334443283364278025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsfrombeyond.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduating-from-life.html' title='GRADUATING FROM LIFE'/><author><name>Gauravv Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17415123107356031326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/TByYiDWjLFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MINyPqmOkhk/S220/DSC00947.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SYWVp9BAuQ/SKLCZA8ch9I/AAAAAAAAABY/MyOiF7TBqIc/s72-c/getimage22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
