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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

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History of Gem Collecting: Early Gemstone Explorers

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Gemstones History and subjects of interest
History of Gem Collecting: Early Gemstone Explorers
Did any of us need much encouragement to begin our jewel collection? Some of us devote a great deal of time completing our collection, driven by the passion for finding the next great stone. Just one more and it will be complete, right? No it won't, there will always be one more; or good heaven...let's just start another collection altogether. Oh, why not?
We may collect by species, type, color, you name it. There's no limit to the ways in which we decide how to assemble a wonderful collection of gemstones. Some people I know collect gems by the region of the world. An "all Asian" collection may have Peridot, jade, serpentine, pearl, coral, lapis lazuli, and the like. But how in the world did all this get started?

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Fear; Are you running away from it or towards it?

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Fear: Are you running away from it or towards it?
We are like our four legged friends and to Survive we have got to be the strongest of Fittest
The triumph of the strongest and the achievement of the cleverest
Little is said about the splendor of merely loving
Accordingly you then join the pack and make every effort to be one of the strongest
At once if you were to see yourself as strong, fine, and most cleaver
Then, why do you see yourself as less
You then fear loss
Why, for the reason that you were told you would be less without these attributes’
Thus, as you run away from yourself, which is fear, you are carrying it with you and it is[ "oh so heavy a load"
It is attached to you, so stop and chose love in all your actions and responses
You will do much more then win
It’s like climbing to the top of the mountain; as the mountain goat was made to do
You were not meant to live a life that is meant for others, and their false illusions
So STOP NOW leave your fear and throw it behind you, allow it to fall and to crumble to the ground like dust
it's like a weak disgusting waste of trash and is meant to discarded
With love you win!
Love & Peace
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Fear: Are you running away from it or towards it?

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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Getting Old Sitting In This Space


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Getting Old Sitting In This Space

Don’t ask me why, I can’t retort this inquiry, I have consciously gorged on life and enjoyed it so I will declare more then the majority of folks I know, perhaps, since on the whole, I have never said NO, to an adventure that is. Matter of fact, its vital to my directive to feel alive, similar to breathing air, or a fish out of water. Not perilous exploits, I in no way thought about going sky diving, or jumping off a bridge to go budgie jumping. Metaphorically speaking I have been told that I enjoy planning, to ascend the utmost mountain peak, at that moment when I arrive at the summit, I would be in awe for a brief amount in time, and subsequently I would be making preparation for my next venture. Or, on another note, my family exquisitely describes me as a gypsy. I don’t object since that is genuinely what I am.
What could I be looking for, people want to know, nothing I say, just stopped by to say hello. Certainly my hubbers friends know my story well, nothing should surprise, in actuality what I have seen and done. We survive as humans and give the impression of being the same, yet we are accordingly diverse, why do you reason, this way or that? God fashioned us with free well and that is the fact, and please have faith in me, I partake all my free well to satisfy me, and all I can UTTER is what a life, can you imagine how complex it is to become rendered inoperative, no more flight?
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This is merely a fragment of life I do not like, on the contrary I was stopped in my tracks, for a purpose to show me what it is like, to be humbled and mandatory to slow down. What have I cultivated from this reality? Fundamentally, I by no means knew I could write, without hesitation I was given this as a gift, as it appeared with my newborn life, at first I suffered unnatural to tolerate. In spite of the whole lot I still hear the piped piper; however I am now left behind, although I have now learned to re-construct my escapades still clearly from memory.
Furthermore, I have gained knowledge to love in a good health way and bestow my family and friends with a profound new concentration of heart. This is the raison d'ĂȘtre was essential to be stranded ashore; I have re-discovered my endearing adult children now. An additional thought in relation to this, what it is like to wake up one day and you’re old? Amazing not a soul is keen on restrictions in achievement and exploits, not to mention lines on my face. In half a shake, I am the elder to share my journeys with my friends; we are altogether going to this place, I express amusement at myself for the reason that I happened to arrive here, kicking and screaming all the way. I transpire a horrendous despondency to unearth this space; therefore I now find reasons why I am here in the place, solely another flower that shined bright, then departs and withers slowly from this resting place.
I scream, I have not finished so at least let me keep my mind in this outer space….
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Friday, October 28, 2011

Sunday, October 23, 2011

THOUGHTS OF THE WEEK - NEW EACH WEEK

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THOUGHTS OF THE WEEK
24-10-11


HUMAN VALUES
YOUR BRAIN NEEDS TO BE TUNED.

If you are looking for good music in an instrument,
you must first tune it.
Similarly if you want to live a positive life, you need to tune your brain.
Your brain needs to be at peace and in harmony with yourself.
The brain has a tendency to let go, a tendency to move away from discipline.
This is why you must always be fully awake and aware of what is happening to you.
You need a camera on you all the time.

BOOK REVIEW, ROAD TO HEAVEN


ROAD TO HEAVEN

A Book Review
Hermit Heaven Encounters with chinese Hirmits by: Bill Porter
The Chinese say their history goes back five thousand years, back to the time of Huang-ti, the Yellow Emperor.  Haung-ti was the earliest known leader for the confederation of tribes that established Chinese.  But it was from two hermits that Huango-ti learned how to conquer his enemies and how to prolong his life.  And he reigned for a hundred years, from 2700 to 2600 B.C. about the same time the first pyramids were being built in Egypt.
After Huang–ti rode off on a dragon to join his fellow immortals, and, around 2300 B.C., into theYao.  Two thousand years later, Confucius praised yao as the wisest of men because he passed over members of his own family and chose a hermit as his successor.  Huang-fu Mi’s third century work; the Kaoshihcbuan (Records of High Minded Men) recreated the occasion:
Yao asked Hsu-yu to take over the kingdom.  But Hsu-yu answered, “When the sun or moon is shining, what use is lighting a torch?  When the rain is falling, what use in watering crops? You, sir, already rule the kingdom.  Were I to replace you it would be in name only.  Name is the guest of reality, and I have no desire to be a guest.  Even in a deep forest, the wren uses only one branch for its nest.  Even beside a river, the tapir drinks only enough to fill its stomach.  Go back, my Lord.  I have no need for a kingdom.  If the cook fails to keep order in the kitchen, the shaman doesn’t stop the ritual to take his place.”
Instead of accepting Yao’s offer, Hsu-yu washed out his ears in a stream to rid them of any residue such talk might leave behind.  But Yao was determined to find a man of virtue and approached another recluse, named Shau.  Shun accepted Yao’s offer, and eventually he too looked for a hermit to succeed him.  Again, the Kaoshihcbuan records the event:
Shun tied to give the kingdom to a hermit named Shan-shuan.  But Shan-chuan protested.  “in former times, when Yao rules the realm, people followed him without being told and praised him without being reward.  The kingdom was at peace, and people were content.  There didn’t know hate or desire.  Now you wear colored robes and confuse their eyes.  You mix the five tones and confuse the ears.  You play the music of Shao and stupefy their minds. This can only result in disorder, with which I want nothing to do.  I have my place in the world.  In winter, I wear skins, in summer I wear hemp.  In spring, I plough and plant and have enough to do.  In fall, I harvest and gather and have enough to eat.  When the run rises, I get up.  When the sun sets I rest.  I’m free to do what I want in this world, and with this I’m content.  What do I do with a kingdom?
By:  Darlene Sabella

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Monday, October 17, 2011

Grow in Spirit by Accepting Yourself and Accepting Responsibility for Yourself


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whilst being converted into embracing the lifestyle of learning how to be single and still hold onto my fortitude by keeping my moral fiber as a single person, plus necessitate therapeutic and diversions’ from my divorced by going out and working hard, this helped me to heal and look for rainbows again.. I constantly had tons of girlfriends, I appreciated getting dressed up for our Wednesdays night at Remick’s; the after work crowd in and around the Newport Beach area, Remick’s was across from the John Wayne Airport. Remick’s was located upstairs, when you would walk in, you would see a huge oval bar in the center, in one corner was a Baby Grand Piano, no dance floor, the area had many tall tables, and an outside patio.
A large variety of our group of friend have maintained and established good friendships over an episode of years, all divorced and wealthy, I was wealthy when I was married, nevertheless; now single, I took the world on at 35 years old with nothing. I was the only one that worked, therefore on Wednesday we would get down to Remick's about 3:00 and. though I varied my time; presented my time in relation to work. It so happened that I was working for Disneyland throughout this time span, and I constantly arrived in my work suits, everyone else was a fashion show and checking out each other's outfits. Our group became half or more of our friends that hung out at Remick’s. It was great fun…
Satisfactory, dating for me was significant and remarkable; since we all knew each other, and we knew each others friends and on and on. In this part of the country people are really different then any place I have ever been. I was raised in Southern California and the spirited games and system in meeting men/women are; for the duration of my existed time; this is in relation to the years; 1982 up until 1992. Then I moved to Cripple Creek Colorado. My cluster of friends they are accordingly awesome, I loved my friends, and we would see each other during the week-ends, no fighting, no weird stuff, good clean fun.
Still, on the other hand, there were times; I believe this is a strange dating ritual, keep in mind I existed with serious PDST commencing after the kidnapping, in the single world I would be deemed as a disadvantaged person; in this moment my fears that all men have a hidden agendas; I was sick, scared and in the fear mode; I may perhaps think they all are thinking,” she sure is a beauty, but dumb as a rock, hell she believes all my bull, and all I want is one night with that”…These people believe in “every man for himself.” By meeting a nice person, that would be me, this is a weakness. None of my friends were interested in talking and having fun together, they were on the prowl, getting drunk and whilst conversation with them, you don’t catch eye contact; their eyes are darting all around the room while you’re trying to talk to them. Hay I have no judgment in this matter, it is simply a fact. While one night in our large groups of the coolest men, many from England and several others whilst delightful guys, a few of them owed a private detective agency.
We describe them as our bobby’s as they were detective for the UK police; I felt so safe with them, protected made it fun to go out... And, then about twelve of us girls, the groups age range was mid thirty to mid forties, pretty, sharp, classy and chic. I was working so hard and my friend, the bartender; Don would make my special drink, 7-up with a splash of coke to give color. When men would buy me drinks.
However one night, the usual everyone is looking for a date for Saturday night, singles go out on Friday’s late. But, Saturday you must have a date. I don’t know how or who designed this set of dating rules…Finally, one by one the girls would come back after dancing or roaming around and say “I have a date for Saturday, I’m so excited” Such dim-witted mating game, I call it the way I see it....
I loved visiting with my friends, yet I was never nice to strangers that tried to move in. Again, I was still traumatized after the revolting night. I hold to reflect on the subject of my behavior, and I am convinced it changed me after the kidnapping, and I still am in fear. I left the bar to head home, it was nice, and I needed to be alone to think. I turned right on MacArthur Blvd bearing south to return home to the beach. I am familiar with this undisturbed short cut, I would traverse all the back roads and around this large lake, this provided me time to question what is relevant in MY life.
I posses fondness for my group of friend, save for NO intimately. I was awkward with new people, the game, my friends go out and talk to some guy for a small amount of hours then she walks unsteadily to our table and broadcasts to us that she is leaving with this strange new guy, she avoids eye contact with me; I consider this behavior as dangerous; I am known to be startled and demand to see his two picture ID’s and will write everything down. Now, let’s stroll back to my question, regarding this or any other thought. Does it serve you to hold that? In terms of Who You Are and Who You seek to be, does that thought serve you? The thought I hold is killing me and yet it was to turmeric and affected me grievously.
Actually, it was my birthday that night and the exact time of your birth, this time belongs to you; this is YOUR personal New Years Eve. as a result I parked the car on a pulled turn off, to see the ocean and each wave told me a story. The rhythms change with time or storms or rain, and fog. Tonight at 8:25 I must say my special wish for the New Year. This I will do, and in two days, again another birthday coming.
I was contemplating about the world, looking at the world straight away that is the question everyone must ask. Does it serve us to hold this thought? I observed this: there are people – indeed, entire groups of people just like me and my wonderful and crazy friends. Who have been born into what we consider and we call disadvantages, shortcoming, weaknesses, and hardships. This is observably true, right?
However, if you look at it on a higher level, it is believed that because we were all born into the same disadvantages’ and with all the same tools to work with, so each person can create a good life, and they can choose from the same circumstances needed to accomplish what they wish to accomplish. I can’t accept this theory as I came from a home that no person would choose to grow up in, then in-counted other dangers. Therefore we seem to each have experiences in our life that makes us all different as we grow older…
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Now there is a point behind this rederick, nevertheless, the bottom line is everything we say and do in our life, and as well as everything you think, is a reflection of what you’ve decided about yourself; it’s like putting up a neon sign that shines loud and bright, this is a statement you are making of who you are, this is who you decided to be.
I am struggling to wind this article up, we all dislike long articles, because at the time I came to these connections here on Earth I realize this is the only reason we are here!!! Period…There are no other agenda’s for the soul. You are only seeking to be and to experience who you really are; to create that, you are then creating yourself anew in every moment of now. With the same thought milieu if you meet a person in your world, and appears to you as this person seems to be disadvantaged, the first question you ask to yourself is; who am I and who do I choose to be, in relationship to that? In other-words, the first question when you encounter another in any circumstance you should always be; what do I want here? Not what does the other person what here?
Finally, if you go into any relationship with what do they need and want, you will resent that person in the long run and blame them because you have lost who you are. And remember this; this is the only purpose for your soul is seeking for who you are and stay true to that. Love & Peace
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Create a Local Coffee House


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Create a Local Coffee House
Location, Location, Location is the original fixation that needs happen in my psyche. Subsequently, the quantity of foot traffic or lots of foot traffic is of course what’s essential to acquire. Although, the square foot of that location will cost more work a true business plan and don’t fudge the numbers like I did, you will fail. Therefore, perhaps adjacent to a park or a large hospital or down town, new with will cost you more and look to make sure you are allow to use the front of your store, always have an area for table and chairs outside, umbrella tables, water fountain, a place where people can sit with their pets. The most important thing to remember is own your inventory, the monthly bills can kill you so don't rent your equipment. Take your time and find special deals on Craig's List, or local auctions and online.
Things you’ll need:
·                 Industrial cappuccino machine.
·                 Industrial veggie juicer.
·                 Counter with stainless steel two sinks.
·                 Buy Coffee from your local roaster.
·                 Counter Top
·                 In front glass refrigerator
·                 An outside sign made
·                 Outside and inside table and chairs.
·                 Of course the cups and the entire fine detail of supplies. Too many things to write about but, you get the idea.
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Plenty of small businesses are closing down all the time. Yet again, the surreptitious is too simply and singly; having your basic bills. Don't acquisition anyone's shop, (this is my biggest mistake I ever made) you can establish a nice clean spanking new scene and use your money to create your shop. Your friends would have a weakness for jumping in and rally round. Present more then just different kinds of coffee. Organic veggie drinks are a big money maker and all you need is a juicer, and a "How to make different juices book." plus on a large marker board up at the rear wall, you can write the name of the drinks, what’s in them and what healing properties the will give you, on counter naming your juices and list the ingredients. Be clever and name them, like the Carrot, Apple, and Ginger will settle your stomach if you are not feeling well. Name it The Healer.
At this point, only pick about five different kinds of drinks you sell, less is better and you can price them over five or six dollars. People are going "Green" these days, and you are what you eat. And organic juices, and you can get a business account at Wild Oat so save on taxes, grow your own wheat grass, I sold tons of shots of that. Remember, live food must be eaten within five minutes or it is no longer live food. The instant, it is just served it the customer should drink it fast to obtain the full bang.
Right now, you have Coffee and Juices why not add some books. Go to garage sells and pick up some new looking books and have a section for used books. People sometimes will bring books to you and sell them to you for a very low price. How about adding one more things concentrate on the locals and possibly display local art and sculptures. It will dress up your shop and you will make a percentage of money on the sale of each item. Be picky and only have really nice bits and pieces in your store constantly keep your store clean and fresh smelling, the smell of coffee makes people happy. Have games on each table and a couch for the look of home. Don't forget to have enough outlets for computer users. Offer about two items they can order for lunch. Offer healthy snack food to enjoy along with a coffee drink. Play music of a local musician and sell the CDs....
Ultimately, very important suggestions would be to add real trees inside your shop with tables under them. You can trim your trees like umbrella's ... the appearance will Wow people. How magnificent to sit under a tree while it is snowing outside, sipping your coffee and working on your next article for the internet on your wireless computer. Try to buy your trees from the Arbor Day Foundation, and obtain a sign to articulate where you purchased them. This is just some general ideas, but my head is so full of mind blowing suggestions that I ought to stop here. This is an adventure, have fun with it and take your time.
Tips & Warnings
·                 Wear a colorful apron with your store’s name on it. Always have it crisp and clean, and for any helpers you might be adding on the help. Have fun with your customer's, remember their names. Make this a home away from home for all that come into your shop. Try to make a theme in your shop, my theme was trees, and the name of my shop was trees. Add a water fountain inside and outside, funshi your space.
·                 Watch out for leasing equipment, and always have a back-up plan for equipment failure.

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Monday, September 26, 2011

History of Gem Collecting: Early Gemstone Explorers

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Gemstones History and subjects of interest

History of Gem Collecting: Early Gemstone Explorers

Did any of us need much encouragement to begin our jewel collection? Some of us devote a great deal of time completing our collection, driven by the passion for finding the next great stone. Just one more and it will be complete, right? No it won't, there will always be one more; or good heaven...let's just start another collection altogether. Oh, why not?

We may collect by species, type, color, you name it. There's no limit to the ways in which we decide how to assemble a wonderful collection of gemstones. Some people I know collect gems by the region of the world. An "all Asian" collection may have Peridot, jade, serpentine, pearl, coral, lapis lazuli, and the like. But how in the world did all this get started?

Let's go back to Marco Polo's travels in the 13th century. He wasn't just looking for spaghetti--or fire crackers, although those Chinese trophies made for interesting dining and entertainment. He brought back jewels, as did Genghis Khan and Alexander the Great. Jewels, and plenty of them, filled their treasure troves in pre-souvenir-store days when world travelers brought home all things exotic from distant lands.

Since ancient times, traders went in search of rare gems to satisfy the appetites of the wealthy aristocrats of Europe. Men were bejeweled up to their crowns in those days. And what an appetite they had for "bling," putting to shame the modern hip-hop star who adorns him/herself with oversized neckwear featuring their names spelled out in diamonds.

To meet this extravagant taste, adventurous explorers set out for parts unknown in search of exotic jewels to grace the robes of royalty. In so doing, they graced their own lives with super-star status in their day.

The Portuguese, and later the Italians, set out across Europe, through Russia, into Persia, and finally to India in search of the largest and finest jewels mined in Golconda, India--the world's first diamond site.

Enter Frenchman Jean-Baptiste Tavernier. In the 17th century, Tavernier set himself apart as a prince of a jewel trader. He undertook six voyages, which took him as far as the East Indies and Java. He was an intelligent man, speaking all the known languages of Europe at the time. Known for his honesty and good character, he was embraced by the people in the Orient. It was there that he amassed a fortune in the trade of precious stones. Later portraits of him reveal a robust elder statesman in full Oriental garb, complete with a splendid turban, wide pantaloons, and curly-toed slippers.

Ennobled in 1669 by French King Louis XIV, he took the title Baron d'Aubonne after an estate he bought near Geneva. It is said that he died on a seventh journey, which was to take him to Asia by way of Russia. His book Six Voyages en Turquie, en Perse et aux Indes, beloved by gem historians, contains a wealth of information and has been frequently reprinted in several languages.

Romantic stories say that Tavernier stole a blue stone from the eye of a Hindu god statue and, because of that theft, the stone--a blue diamond--was forever cursed. Tavernier was then bilked out of his fortune by a nephew and mauled to death by a pack of wild dogs in India.

Naahh, I don't think so--good story though. The diamond in question made its first documented appearance in 1642 when Tavernier purchased a blue diamond that weighed more than 112 carats and was believed to come from Golconda. Tavernier was not cheated out of his fortune, and he lived to the ripe old age of 84. While there remains no documentation of how he died, I imagine he was quite the raconteur back at the castle in his final days.

This most famous 17th century gem merchant, Tavernier used the phrase "gem of the finest water" in describing the finest diamonds and pearls he saw on his six voyages to India. Although Tavernier is long since gone, his impact on the way we communicate gemstones remains. Even now in the 21st century, one can pick up a copy of GIA's Dictionary of Gems & Gemology and find in it that gemologist Robert M. Shipley defines "water" as a term occasionally used "as a comparative quality designation for color and transparency of diamonds, rubies and other stones." Color and transparency together equal "water."

Ah yes, Tavernier had a gift for acquiring and describing gems. And we owe him and his colleagues a great debt of gratitude for introducing

 Santa Cruz, Bolivia, the bittersweet story of am-etrine begins. According to legend, the Spanish explorer Don Luis Felipe received the world's only Am-etrine mine as a dowry when he came to Bolivia to marry Princess Anahi of the Ayoreos tribe. Later, when Felipe was ready to return to Spain, Princess Anahi was sad to leave her homeland but determined to remain by her husband's side and vowed to follow him anywhere.

When the Ayoreos tribesmen learned of her plans to leave them, they plotted to sacrifice Princess Anahi. As the wounded princess lay dying in her beloved husband's arms, legend has it that she placed her final gift to him in his hand and took her last breath. When Felipe opened his hand, he found a perfectly divided bi-color Am-trine, a symbol of his princess's divided heart--full of love for him as well as for her heritage.
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Princess Anahi was buried at the base of the mountain where the am-etrine mine is located, to be forever near her people. The mine then became known as the Anahi mine. Other stories maintain that Princess Anahi first warned her beloved of the tribe's plans to battle him for her affections, gifted him with the Am-trine crystal she'd always worn around her neck, and then disappeared into the Am-etrine caves, never to be seen again. Am-etrine remained relatively unknown to the rest of the world until the mine went into modern production in the late 1970s. Today, the Anahi mine in Bolivia remains the only mine in the world to produce good-quality am-etrine.  Half Amethyst and half Citron....

August's birthstone, Peridot is a relatively inexpensive, beautiful gem with a pedigree dating back as far as early Egyptians. Among its accolades, Peridot can count being a favorite among royals and clergy, used to adorn everything from a queen's crown to a knight's sword. Peridot jewels were among Cleopatra's beloved treasures, though many were found to be emeralds once the science of gemology advanced beyond classifying gemstones in ways other than just by color.
Name Origin and Meaning

The name "Peridot" is likely derived from the Arabic word faridat, meaning "gem," or the Greek word peridona, which roughly translates as "to give richness." Peridot has three other names: It's known as chrysolite in Europe, derived from the Greek word meaning "gold stone"; olivine, which is its mineral group name; and Hawaiite, which refers only to Peridot found in Hawaii. Ancient Romans called Peridot the "evening emerald" because it continued glowing vibrantly at night, even in dim candlelight.

Discovery and History

The discovery of Peridot, like many mainstream gemstones, was likely thousands of years ago. More recent discoveries--at least those since such records were kept--include a deposit found on a small volcanic island in the Red Sea near the Egyptian coast. Those deposits were rediscovered around 1900 and were soon mined out.

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Peridot had an uneventful history after that until, in the mid 1990s, a very plentiful, high-quality new Peridot deposit was found in the mountains of Pakistan. Peridot once again became a darling of the gem community when those stones--some of the finest ever discovered--hit the market as Kashmir Peridot.
Peridot can exhibit two-phase liquid and gas inclusions called lily pads, named such because that's exactly what they look like. Peridot’s unique lily pads are just another example of inclusions that can be attractive and positive, rather than having a negative effect on a stone's appearance or value.

Phenomena: Star and Cat's-Eye

In very rare cases, Peridot can display asterism (a star) or chatoyancy (the cat's-eye effect).

Monday, September 19, 2011

My Life Is A River

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My Life is Like the River

I am sure many writers have written about life as a river

I live in the mountains with plenty of lakes, ponds, damns and rivers

I love tol my days sitting by the river with my two dogs

I found a huge boulder, flat in the center

This was my preach, to watch the river swirl around me
sometimes it would move fast and furious, angry like it is being forced

On Earth water will always seeks the lowest level, and so can I

Water starts at a high point, so do I

Then still waters in the river, the water caresses you with gentle love, this is where you create life

There are areas in a river that are so peaceful and calm, it could last for day, months or year

One thing that is for sure, each part of the river will change, nothing will ever stay the same

All of a sudden you're being rushed and pushed forward, about to drop down the water fall of life, and you get tumbled and tossed all about, all you ever knew in you life is gone, but not forgotten, and another new world has started, a new cycle a new beginning....

Then you are flowing gently like a summer breeze when there is a bend in the river which over flows its banks, another new discovery.

I love my life as a river, I never know what to expect. Many stay in the calm waters, forever to scared of change and the unknown, never knowing or seeing the rainbows that appear once you hit the bottom of the waterfall

The only truth in life is change, so as they use to say, go with the flow, don't fight the current, it is going to take you whether you like it or now, so relax, and go on this journey that is called life

Live is a river and it flow, bends, rushes, falls, merges together with many other rushing rivers, and streams, enjoy the ride, for this is it.

Who will I meet when I turn this corner, surprise, a friend from Ireland, or England, or Ohio. See we are all one, the river can't flow with one drop of water, it takes millions of drops to form a river and it is all connected and is searching for the lowest point to settle, that is when you have grown very old.

Then you are tired and retreat to a place that is calm, promising, fore-filling. At this place the river is settled and has found it place, until the end of time, but this is where you wait for the end. Where it supports an amazing verity of life. So drift and feel safe, the rush is over, the expectations are over.
you're finally found yourself, in full promise, God will wait for you, you have come to the end.

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Friday, September 16, 2011

Information on UFOs: A Strange Visitor One Night; My UFO Experience


Living in Taos New Mexico can be compared to existing far, far back in the past. Nonetheless, there is a legend regarding the Taos hum, it can interrupt your thoughts and agitate you when you are trying to clear your head. Not a soul, in truth really comprehends all there is to distinguish about this perplexing sound, the Taos hum. It resonances like an engine with a high pitch vibrating rhythm; you can look up the Taos hum on a Google search.
Throughout my time living in Taos, I would glance at articles in the newspaper about cow mutilations’ in fields, frequently in a insignificant town called Arroyo Hondo, the locals call it Hondo, situated about ten minutes outside the town of Taos, and absent from the tourist world. This is where Bear and Edna lived my Native American friend, where I went to my sweats. One day, I discovered a side road off to my left, following a stream, and to be found, all around me were cattle fields, and the road dead ends at the Rio Grande River. I take pleasure in driving all-around to investigate my universe. Subsequently, one day I observed a for rent sign for this trailer exactly in the interior of the cow fields, with a pleasant large fence to protect my dogs. I could glance across the stream, and glimpse Bears house on the top of a knoll.
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I remain excited, to be in the heart of this, ‘Taos hum,’ I intended on executing my own investigation, as you all know I possess a curious mind. This happened to be elongated single trailer with two bedrooms. In addition, the folks that owned the land lived on the pinnacle of a small mountain over gazing this dwelling and their cattle. Scores of generations of Spanish owns all the land. With the exception of the Taos Pueblo, where the Natives Indians live, consequently I found a room mate, a nice girl that worked in my store, named Ruby, and we moved in, with delight, I found simply sitting on the patio and watching Bears’ substantial sweat fires burning from across the stream.
At first, we suffered a considerable predicament with a skunk that lived there way before us, along with my two Chow dogs, Cody and her mom, Penny. The Skunk was infuriated at us for disturbing his habitat that he kept spaying my dogs, it was summer with the windows open, this skunk unrelenting would spay us through the screens of our windows, what a nightmare, and then the locals recommended inserting moth balls surrounding the parameter of our home, this ceased the skunk in a jiffy.
One night, it remain summer and hot, the wind was still and quiet, Ruby said her good nights and went off to her room, I recollect, without a doubt, that I unquestionably make tea, peacefully persistent to read a good book, it was a Dean Koontz book I recollect it well. I sat on my fine cozy chair with my two dogs fast asleep at my feet, all of a sudden there were bright lights shining in all the windows, and the trailer started to shake, I was so petrified I ran into  Ruby’s room, I jiggle her and jumped up and down on her bed for her to wake, she would not commence to come alert, I shouted at her as the spine-chilling hum and the trailer was shuddering still. Nevertheless, to no avail I could not wake Ruby or my dogs. I was too frightened to peek out a window, so I remain motionless, back into a corner for hours; my gut reaction was that I have got to stay awake.

Next an abrupt dreadfully load humming noise, like a somewhat spinning pulsation causing the trail to shake, it was right over the trailer. I was determined to stay awake all night and immediately before dawn, the humming and lights left, in a split second. I was so distraught and livid a Ruby and my dogs for not waking up, that I drove over to chat to Edna and Bear.
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Their son, Phil was about seven or eight at the time, while talking to them they called Phil to join us in the living room. Phil looked over at me, while his parents insisted he tell me about his night, he was shaken and pale as he related this story to me, "My mom and dad never woke during the night, Phil reported to me, they just would not wake up; these creatures came in the night and seized him from his room, and he was so afraid, he then recalled being back in his bed". Afterward, in the many years they lived there, Phil on no account, ever again slept in his room, he would sleep on the floor of his parent’s room, and in no way would Phil bring up this incident ever again. Accordingly, I was questioning my own mind, I don’t believe in these fairy-tales, what really happened last night?
I had to scuttle back home, to prepare for visit of out of town guests, it was an author that was having a book signing at my store in Taos. They appeared as a strange couple, and we all sat outside in the morning sun looking at the view, red rocks, sage and the cattle. The husband was positioned adjacent to me, we were all talking when he suddenly stared at me and said, “You had company last night from a ship, you were given a second implant, you first implant were given to you as a child, do you want me to remove it?” Well my mouth just dropped, I was utterly shocked and appalled, I never told them about last nights ordeal.
I moved back into town and this is the first time I have talked about this, does anyone have a guess, what happened to me on that fateful night of 1996?
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