<?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-6035266</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:01:54.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Appleman</title><subtitle type='html'>The Fruit of Possibility</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-108634575747865121</id><published>2004-06-04T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:47:09.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"all there is"by Tony Parsons"all there is" by Tony Parsons is the most genuine and accomplished books on, mmmm, spirituality I’ve ever read. I hesitate in calling this a spiritual book because it kind of imprisons the book by doing so and this book more than any other should not be bracketed in any way. Because this book is so much more than that. At its essence is a message that says we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/108634575747865121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/108634575747865121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108634575747865121' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107970757423106957</id><published>2004-03-19T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-22T09:58:09.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gangaji extract from 'You are that' volume 2Direct Experience Reveals Self</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107970757423106957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107970757423106957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107970757423106957' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107969055928083977</id><published>2004-03-19T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T10:06:09.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gangaji says ...To discover the absolute core of any state, be absolutely still as a state appears or disappears. Be unmoving. When the conditioned tendencies to move away from a state or toward a state arise, relax your mind. Surrender the activity of mind to what is before and after all activity of mind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107969055928083977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107969055928083977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107969055928083977' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107960871193216153</id><published>2004-03-18T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-18T11:21:51.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why wait until the end of the purification process? The mind has not power to prevent one from recognising his true nature, unless this one prefers to postpone this recognition.  I feel that there is still, in you, some waiting for an event called 'enlightenment' at the end of a purification process.  See the absurdity of this. It is more of the same game of rejecting the now. Consciousness is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107960871193216153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107960871193216153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107960871193216153' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107874216767052616</id><published>2004-03-08T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:39:12.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A jokeThe World seems an awful lot of trouble for a practical jokeTibor Fischer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107874216767052616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107874216767052616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107874216767052616' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107649667128785940</id><published>2004-02-11T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-11T10:53:40.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AttentionAll that we can give to anybody or anything is our attention. Check for yourself and see if this is true. Where your attention is, is what you experience. If you put your attention on your toe, you experience your toe, if you put your attention on what you want, you experience longing, and if you put your attention on what is wrong, you experience wrongness or negativity. Where your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107649667128785940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107649667128785940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107649667128785940' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107400928068322411</id><published>2004-01-13T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-13T16:01:26.746Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Super-DadMy wife Nichola and I are expecting our first child together. It's ludicrous when I stop and look at the thoughts spinning round in my head of 'the kind of dad' i'm going to be ... What a concept! This dad is the perfect Robin Williams type super-dad who does things with textbook insight and flexibililty. Of cause I want to be the best parent i can be, that goes without saying and yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107400928068322411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107400928068322411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400928068322411' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107400818515562026</id><published>2004-01-13T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-13T15:38:14.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish everyone a peaceful new year. Happy days! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107400818515562026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107400818515562026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400818515562026' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107347627571632398</id><published>2004-01-07T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-07T11:51:34.870Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdvaitaYou will find metaphors used a great deal in advaitic literature, because the subject matter is ultimately ineffable. If you can accept this, then it should be possible to extract  from the metaphor that element which transmits the idea that is being expressed and ignore the remaining shortcomingsDennis Waite from "The Book of One"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107347627571632398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107347627571632398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107347627571632398' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107338991676640821</id><published>2004-01-06T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-06T11:53:33.380Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Truth is that which does not contaminate you, it is that which empowers you.'From the book "The Seat of the Soul" by Gary Zukav</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107338991676640821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107338991676640821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107338991676640821' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107210767183167053</id><published>2003-12-22T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-22T15:47:12.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Tony Parsons talks of "The Open Secret"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107210767183167053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107210767183167053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107210767183167053' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107183473599080213</id><published>2003-12-19T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-19T11:52:30.913Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ram Tzu knows this ...... You can only be lost if you are trying to get somewhere.Ram Tzu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107183473599080213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107183473599080213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107183473599080213' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107166531216909391</id><published>2003-12-17T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T13:49:39.803Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ThingsSearching for happiness in objects and achievement of any kind is a fundamental error and can only bring about a temporary happiness. In fact, it doesn't bring about happiness at all. What is really happening is that once we get what it is we think is going to make us happy (object, achievement etc) we temporarily stop searching. When we stop searching the mind settles and our true nature </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107166531216909391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107166531216909391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107166531216909391' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107166384182576747</id><published>2003-12-17T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-17T12:24:32.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.Albert Einstein</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107166384182576747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107166384182576747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107166384182576747' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107122084662888862</id><published>2003-12-12T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-12T09:21:35.366Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A shocking Joke"Your whole life as it has been written and spoken and acted out is proven to be simply a fantasy. The shock is to see how much is invested in that as reality; how much it is being squeezed for the nectar of truth. You even bring Satsang in to that story so that it will end in glory. It does end in glory, but the glory is the realization of the absolute falsity of what you have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107122084662888862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107122084662888862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107122084662888862' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107113515947366698</id><published>2003-12-11T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-18T16:46:01.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be quietMy wife once asked me how to stop thinking. I say do not 'try' to stop thinking. This is what we usually do. We attempt to stop our thoughts by thinking further. We attempt to get to a state of peace, happiness, by thinking our way there. This could be anything from justifying something in our past or looking forward to Friday or will my girlfriend leave me and on and on. We think that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107113515947366698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107113515947366698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113515947366698' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107113462262157512</id><published>2003-12-11T09:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T09:52:13.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You imagine there is something wrong. Or rather, you identify with the thought that there is something wrong. There is nothing wrong. It's a thought. That's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107113462262157512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107113462262157512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113462262157512' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107113450075097979</id><published>2003-12-11T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-11T09:21:53.160Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We identify with the past as who we are. Thoughts of the past. We should take responsibility for who we are now. Over and over we attempt to control with our mind events of the past. Let go. No matter what let go and be present now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107113450075097979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107113450075097979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113450075097979' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107106897537856547</id><published>2003-12-10T15:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2003-12-10T15:16:15.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MeditationFor me, meditation, sitting, whatever we like to call it,  is simply about being real and not about creating a state of feeling happy or enlightened. For me it is about being however I am now! Anything else is a lie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107106897537856547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107106897537856547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107106897537856547' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107106896375901411</id><published>2003-12-10T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-10T15:09:36.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConflictThe ego loves conflict and will always pose questions that can never be answered.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107106896375901411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107106896375901411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107106896375901411' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-107106893567287663</id><published>2003-12-10T15:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-10T15:11:18.933Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StillnessStillness is not brought about by not thinking. Stillness is absolutely beyond the presence or absence of thought. I cannot make myself still, but when that which appears not to be still is seen, then that seeing emanates from stillness. Tony Parsons</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107106893567287663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/107106893567287663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107106893567287663' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-106993040549389446</id><published>2003-11-27T10:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:01:50.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Night of the Living Dead If you want to make a low budget zombie film take your camera on the London underground and start filming for a couple of minutes. You've a ready made cast &amp; crew. It's night of the living dead down there. People, moaning, grumbling, wanting to get some place else. If I stop for a minute I can only see that the truth is, especially in this country, I've no worries. No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106993040549389446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106993040549389446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106993040549389446' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-106977818430484585</id><published>2003-11-25T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-25T16:57:12.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Appleman book of the monthStillness SpeaksThe follow up to the amazing ... "The Power of Now" by Eckhart Tolle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106977818430484585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106977818430484585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977818430484585' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-106969026989234980</id><published>2003-11-24T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-26T12:10:36.820Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Search for Enlightenment by Gangaji</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106969026989234980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106969026989234980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969026989234980' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-106968824695272189</id><published>2003-11-24T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-27T12:53:54.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ISA ExperienceThe isa experience is a seminar that takes place every 2 months in the North of England. It is the single best gift you could ever give yourself. I participated on the seminar for the first time in 1998 and when I look back now I see that I woke up for the first time in my life. When I say ‘woke up’ I mean … the internal dialogue, negative conversation, that dominated my life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106968824695272189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106968824695272189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106968824695272189' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035266.post-106820723026351726</id><published>2003-11-07T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-07T12:13:54.080Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The CureWhat if ...  the presumption you made that there is something wrong with you created the notion that you need to fix yourself, hence; you began to search for a cure.What if the initial presumption was wrong? What if there never was anything wrong with you to begin with?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106820723026351726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035266/posts/default/106820723026351726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://appleman.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106820723026351726' title=''/><author><name>The Apple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04827188058633529518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
