<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592</id><updated>2024-08-29T18:14:45.199-07:00</updated><category term="The Kirlian Effect"/><category term="Are you a prairie chicken"/><category term="Desiderata"/><category term="Follow your heart"/><category term="The 3 Doors to wisdom"/><category term="The cracked pot"/><category term="The value of time"/><category term="The wish-granting tree"/><category term="Triple filter test Socrates"/><category term="What makes the difference"/><category term="What money can buy"/><category term="aura"/><category term="corona photograph"/><category term="listen to your heart"/><category term="the secret of success"/><title type="text">Life, Success, and Wisdom</title><subtitle type="html">life, success, and wisdom.&#13;
Think Positive suggestion from my mailbox.</subtitle><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-3928871967903492506</id><published>2009-10-09T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-05-09T15:56:07.150-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The wish-granting tree"/><title type="text">The wish granting tree</title><summary type="text">


There was once a weary traveler who sat down to rest in the shade of a tree. He did not know that the tree he rested upon was a magic tree. It is called "The wish-granting tree."

Seated on the hard ground, he thought how pleasant it would be if he can sleep in a soft bed. Instantly, a bed appeared before him. Astonished, the man immediately climbed on to the bed.

Then, he thought that it </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/3928871967903492506/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/3928871967903492506" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/3928871967903492506" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/3928871967903492506" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-granting-tree.html" rel="alternate" title="The wish granting tree" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6r80fRQe0qEbQTFiaKcQ258n4OM2no9oVWx9r-MUAbwiOLabkuhP3rNvCO3DY_H6OfTXu3Pku4mmkdu0FLxLk6rvSZtwYssuEQ9VrfVLsEzDCUspiTXmGGQrz5ZDGoy9Zz8YhJTjsdCl1/s72-c/granting+tree.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-5807214246524971388</id><published>2009-06-11T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T02:51:41.610-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The 3 Doors to wisdom"/><title type="text">The 3 Doors to wisdom</title><summary type="text">


A King had, as only son, a young Prince, brave, skillful and intelligent. To perfect his knowledge of life, he sent him by the side of an Old Wise Man.

"Bring Light to my path of Live", the Prince asked.

"My words will faint away like the prints of your steps in the sand", the Wise Man answered. However, I want to give you some indications. On your path, you will find 3 doors. Read the rules</summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/5807214246524971388/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/5807214246524971388" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/5807214246524971388" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/5807214246524971388" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-doors-to-wisdom.html" rel="alternate" title="The 3 Doors to wisdom" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmk-iTHe4MBPm0Q_WE3xuEc0qqUfovAoMpbmUODpQfODvSftGgLLkIrBjScoAuHXN1tOy6D3YEKKmFSTUk0p-CkBrDzJ7_eADSwHjaSLkVRriXwkpuwSZYvRuHjAeTFuFmK-q8m_bwifKW/s72-c/The+3+Doors+to+wisdom.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-8116759156468485873</id><published>2009-06-05T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T07:43:53.184-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Desiderata"/><title type="text">Desiderata</title><summary type="text">


"Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant, they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/8116759156468485873/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/8116759156468485873" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/8116759156468485873" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/8116759156468485873" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/06/desiderata.html" rel="alternate" title="Desiderata" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2C-ygPx7hEKS4b3eSFeEyS2GaYGCmRwHdh9jwaSN0bLDITpMSwLf7kvSGpC9EoPFOyEBbb4Z8Xt6xYesXfnqcRTDE7AhNvYufC8E0pCccX8ezrHTydLaHhgFAcHwoTWTvm-GsSPfaD_iG/s72-c/PhotoGrid_1459693356143.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-7567115784246936738</id><published>2009-05-19T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-01T08:32:05.463-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The cracked pot"/><title type="text">The cracked pot</title><summary type="text">A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full 2 years this went on daily, with the bearer </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/7567115784246936738/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/7567115784246936738" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/7567115784246936738" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/7567115784246936738" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/cracked-pot.html" rel="alternate" title="The cracked pot" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhis3RjRsH_rB3vk7ZComXT0BQNQ1OhKmZMtkds6dY8J5Lwl744REO5078mpV2cwCeXm9SUMLBn18GaaTitEGPkLjlEXsJRpoBSxxBZX6ftWnLaVfm1KGM0eaEUeC2E4rc7Oqg8FQKxRMBk/s72-c/chinesewatercarrier.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-139471009255663379</id><published>2009-05-18T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T09:32:31.442-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What makes the difference"/><title type="text">What makes the difference</title><summary type="text">


A young black boy saw a balloon seller on a street corner. His eyes sparkled as he gazed at all the different colored balloon - red, blue, white, black, yellow....

The old man selling the balloon saw the boy hesitate, then gather his courage and approach.

"Tell me mister," said the boy, "Do the black balloons fly as high as the others?"

The old man felt a tear forming in his eye. He pick </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/139471009255663379/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/139471009255663379" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/139471009255663379" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/139471009255663379" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-makes-difference.html" rel="alternate" title="What makes the difference" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdYMTrSnMgHV0J80Wh1UVcks92kJDy2LyNZMeRuZqHerpd-FykgKLeYhw5_8CIDMK0fQMWxLDnk1tQ9fgRRti5fwWo2V348lteXXGR0zQr-STjPQt3VYDYM-qoehS_HI4K1MIrBGHvScj/s72-c/blackboy.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-6238744512531299732</id><published>2009-05-12T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T03:54:01.288-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The value of time"/><title type="text">The value of time</title><summary type="text">


To understand the value of year, talk to student who has  failed an important exam.

To understand the value of a month, talk to a mother who has given birth to a baby a month prematurely.

To understand the value of a week, talk to publisher of a weekly newspaper.

To understand the value of an hour, talk to a couple in love who are separated and want only to be together again.

To understand</summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/6238744512531299732/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/6238744512531299732" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/6238744512531299732" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/6238744512531299732" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/value-of-time.html" rel="alternate" title="The value of time" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYaaPfNqpPmhyhYfftJxwsCFrXGnVHfN1ZIznA_FMX7t4qi4MJLQBXpLtUpfoVusvIZ_euC4rVvIvhPiHcPbSw4b9M4J6wWC9kJT_JP0Iy_pnsRae4oQt4zWBZZvJNmV5NANo28qwrifTr/s72-c/The+value+of+time.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-9181306269039436536</id><published>2009-05-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T08:13:41.614-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triple filter test Socrates"/><title type="text">Socrates, Triple filter test</title><summary type="text">


In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything, I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple filter?"

"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/9181306269039436536/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/9181306269039436536" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/9181306269039436536" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/9181306269039436536" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/socrates-triple-filter-test.html" rel="alternate" title="Socrates, Triple filter test" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkCtErqrPunb0AbZ7AVrOF9f-BbXzvuoFJ_-Nxl-mqYlFIM_9Lt4ElMzcbAN4UZ9NIfwXtgoeiITSZ8hr9ZZU-PXdQeBqKcUetPjDhs6joNrSRGOmfoIXRIlpTnXMGTn5rMWmvujFl3Ozb/s72-c/triple_filter_test_of_socrates.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-3335631026649085787</id><published>2009-05-05T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T08:59:04.623-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Are you a prairie chicken"/><title type="text">Are you a prairie chicken ?</title><summary type="text">


An old Amerindian legend tells of a brave who found an eagle's egg one day and put it in a prairie chicken's nest. The eaglet hatched at the same time as a nestful of prairie chickens saw the light of day, and grew up alongside them.

All his life the young eagle did exactly what prairie chickens do. He pecked for insects and grubs in the earth. He clucked and cackled exactly like a prairie </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/3335631026649085787/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/3335631026649085787" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/3335631026649085787" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/3335631026649085787" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-prairie-chicken.html" rel="alternate" title="Are you a prairie chicken ?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZqx5qsUY4EMB_vuBq-sTM9dqgTZQtDZUlLCN7SfjtQI3HDLojYIrOJWLlT_MP66WeHzJQU-x9hBN4kz5lnb_RLSkh328tdYctoGS0PoaATVwCyTbH9_Fa20qgGjZSAD6MdDNVsrW99uGc/s72-c/Prairie+Chicken.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-6189345603778820008</id><published>2009-05-03T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T09:17:34.872-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the secret of success"/><title type="text">The secret of success</title><summary type="text">


During a meeting of top salespeople from around the country, the 'big cheese' himself, a man who'd consistently had the highest sales figures for the last 20 years, and who earned more money the owner of his company, got up to speak.

"I am now going to reveal the secret of my success," he said.
"I wrote it down on a piece of paper and I put it in this envelope.
But success must be earned. So </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/6189345603778820008/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/6189345603778820008" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/6189345603778820008" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/6189345603778820008" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-of-success.html" rel="alternate" title="The secret of success" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9W0qeTbVrDBZRu7W58t9WzrSqNOjsq_qTrXclMJdQqwxF5db-Lhrqe7PUSyiNpH5kBXiVpo2uM5xkUH-u8xJ2UM0dV_1qAisx852sg0IGmHXG_193jlTIjODh4jR7JIMfwZ2z7emhlAu9/s72-c/ask+for+idea.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-1821362847529397432</id><published>2009-05-03T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T09:29:12.525-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What money can buy"/><title type="text">What money can buy</title><summary type="text">

We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, and then another. Then we are frustrated that  the kids aren't old enough and we believe that we'll be more content when they are.

After that, we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our</summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/1821362847529397432/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/1821362847529397432" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/1821362847529397432" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/1821362847529397432" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-money-can-buy.html" rel="alternate" title="What money can buy" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZG-Wzjtx-yuRL78AoNcyMdHwmGk9WvFKWRz6I4WoQqRqym7nPvM815DWA-Fm_7SnkUD_hevJAM7GUW62JnN_yzowc12g3OiJaS-2cFiUwNpk_S_MzuyUjpbmyapBqYHnsTxyP_Ax1Yjm/s72-c/money+can+not+buy+happiness.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-2342838441425725426</id><published>2009-05-03T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-03T08:33:56.002-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Follow your heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="listen to your heart"/><title type="text">Listen to your heart, Follow your heart</title><summary type="text">Every year Father Cornillo opened the vestry of his little country church and received visits from the young people of neighbouring villages.



Joan of Arc

They came from far to receive advice and to learn about what to meditate on.
One day, a young girl from a good family knelt at the feet of the priest. "Father," she said, "I want to become a saint. What should I do?"

"Follow your heart, and</summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/2342838441425725426/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/2342838441425725426" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/2342838441425725426" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/2342838441425725426" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen-to-your-heart-follow-your-heart.html" rel="alternate" title="Listen to your heart, Follow your heart" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ttfRD6cw7s7BvAxKtcI6ZZ3qOdePMx9pCcD63FFMWJUSlnsC7e1HjKmcrtC7z2rKVHCgRUeEOB6WgsXn-eRltn1yIew4fRkuboRA2BagdizoG0gNeGvT9QGlmDKW2d1a26Y0UDKYV_vJ/s72-c/Joan_of_arc.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-5981374965831428978</id><published>2009-05-02T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-04-03T09:49:44.099-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corona photograph"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Kirlian Effect"/><title type="text">The Kirlian Effect</title><summary type="text">

A Russian researcher, S.D. Kirlian, aided by his wife Valentina, finally managed to convince the extremely conservative scientific community of the existence of what he call an 'energy body' composed of bioplasm.

Scientists around the world were amazed by Kirlian's discovery, and especially by its proposed practical application - the early detection of both physical and mentl diseases through </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/5981374965831428978/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/5981374965831428978" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/5981374965831428978" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/5981374965831428978" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/kirlian-effect.html" rel="alternate" title="The Kirlian Effect" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg44tERKWk4dbAgnklhQJ9r0a59fJhOcMA2hKwXjdmxqHeYovU90FvOQ_h7Mk7p4idWZZUYp3oWBXUW5rCJfUnZRmFV8r9j1__wePzPt3K-4ZnlLNbuzXDBHL42kR9kWJlzkAUoyO10UqH/s72-c/S.D.+Kirlian.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064387737791169592.post-7087816636783119267</id><published>2009-05-02T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:24:11.679-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aura"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Kirlian Effect"/><title type="text">AURA</title><summary type="text">Aura"And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul." (Genesis 2, Verse 7)Man has been wondering about the mystery of the life since the down of time. Once all the chemical components are in place, how do you 'breathe the breath of life' into your creation? How do you transform matter into a living soul?In </summary><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/feeds/7087816636783119267/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1064387737791169592/7087816636783119267" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/7087816636783119267" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1064387737791169592/posts/default/7087816636783119267" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://tipar.blogspot.com/2009/05/aura.html" rel="alternate" title="AURA" type="text/html"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>