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reneeairya — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 00:41:43 GMT

Hello all :) I am interested in attending an event in Laguna on Oct 1-4. I require a place to stay. Please let me know if you are that person I could stay with or you know someone. I am chemically sensitive and also react to animals so this would be a clean, healthy environment. I will be gone all day and most evening. Namaste Renee

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reneeairya — Fri, 06 Apr 2007 16:10:19 GMT

Anyone out there in the SD area that can make copy and modify some belt patterns for me?? If you know of anyone, please advise me. You rock. Peace!

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reneeairya — Thu, 25 Aug 2005 08:13:54 GMT

I learned how to play texas hold em tonight.. yeah, so what is the big deal, right?? right, a big deal dealing cards.. dealing with competition, dealing with a feeling of completion I had wanted to learn for years and never allowed my self the time or space to just do it. I was too busy being "an evolved being who was traveling from place to place to make myself feel better by pretending like i was saving other people". that is okay- it was innocent, it did help and it was good intentioned. then i grew into my next phase in life which is embracing learning (and not just the spiritual kind). I want to have fun, damn it.. praise it.. be it- FUN! So after many long games of poker I made my way home. My eyelids were so heavy that I almost stayed the night at my friends but I had a kitty to feed, so I drove. This was not just my ordinary drive home (and it never is because there is so much to observe at all times) for I looked across the bay and saw the most intense scenery.. the moon looked like buddha eyes of kathmandu with curtians of clouds painting her face. I was not tired anymore. My soul was wide awake now and thus my body. I parked the car, went up to feed the cat, broke out the camera and tripod and drove back over to the bay. "THIS IS SO EXCITING! I am in passion- I am in photography... I am up at 1 a.m. and too passionate to go to sleep!!" I bonded with nature, I said my prayers and I came home to make oatmeal. I cook and feel so fresh and alive. This is all just so perfect- LIFE. One year ago I was returning home from Maui where I had modeled for a swimsuit calendar. exactly one year ago I was unexpectedly diagnosed with a massive brain tumor. 10 months ago I was in the hospital with a paraylzed face and learning to walk again. 9 months ago I was "celebrating my 30th birthday, a guest at my own fundraiser and also rear ended by a drunk driver. 8 months ago I was still "homeless". 4 months ago I started getting facial movement back.. and tonight I smile, I learn and play.. I get inspired- I am in my own apartment, I am SO HAPPY and GRATEFUL. I know who I am now more than ever! People, there is ALWAYS more out there. There is beauty and oppertunity everywhere. and even when there is not, it is under the surface and you are just the blank canvas. I could just explode with joy (but I want to be a bit more pretty than that!) Let me vibe you with the limitless manifestation of yourself and God.

silently aware

reneeairya — Wed, 06 Jul 2005 03:13:46 GMT

Should I apologize for this internal discomfort And gnawing feeling that is not quite identifiable but seems to be placed in the category of love, But I am not sure Why. Tell me, does your love feel the same? Have I mistaken the feelings, that I wanted to have, Surrounding the structure of what I thought introduced truth as all that there was? Have you allowed me to find you and invest all that remains sleeping throughout all of my singularly paved days- Rise into and grip my vocal cords, Or puppeteer my hips so that I may wonder who you are, what we are? Finally, given to me today an eruption throughout my right eardrum- OPPORTUNITY. What do you represent if you are not you? Because I swear that you seem to be all that I challenge, only those parts that the child me plays with in the attic. (I don’t show what is in the locked toybox, suspicious tried to open it expecting creaking from years of wait but was surely surprised at jewels and iridescent wings that fly closer to eyes that see.) Yet, to walk the beam of mistaken subtle eye contact- IN AN INSTANT of NOTHINGNESS- I swear that all that is, is YOU and I am ME. (And the wings are blue and violet). I See- but temporarily (more into your playground- Defenses) and am blinded by a Weapon of choice, or a Genius mind with ways that scholars would not even have the strength to question inside the walls of their dairies. I ask about choice because that is real.- Destiny was the original choice Life is only a reflection of that choice Reality is the cooperation of Destiny A reflection of the NOW choice Dreams are vaporized through Destiny But not cellular without choice Is it not more real to recognize and praise the magnitude of thousands of decisions and temporary indecisions that bind to that of another and lead them into their time? NOW, then why when it is Summer, will you sigh and open mouth fully- perhaps screaming or imagining the dream is being swallowed (maybe it will favor and choke to give peaceful death) – so that the closeness of what will likely remain motivatory can be immersed and then swallow up soul (the unpeaceful death and take with you all that you are TO BE)? (Knowing this?)- Why is it that intoxication from another makes drunk the heart And more active the Mind that then claims that the Fantasy can take the heart. Yes. I know. So explains lack of action face to face. I had always known. But I neglected to go all the way back into the emotion of the first events and let them birth into creation and state their intention, Be given permission to speak and then walk away Like a stranger. Because that would have only been in passing and I had wished to Conversate. I chose to conversate.

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reneeairya — Fri, 01 Jul 2005 19:49:02 GMT

I wanted to tell you to stay but in all of our wisdom and promises of differently, I smiled and watched you leave. I wonder where in space and time we decided to do this silent dance and talk with our hands? Was it before or after I died? If tonite wasn't differently, I would have cried and painted home all over your canvas of soft skin Either this life is a lie, or we have already said goodbye But since I am still unconscious to my own truth I just make believe we will always be warm inside. (please see comments..)

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