Authentic Self Meditation
How many times a day do you catch yourself talking to yourself? None, you say? Then here’s a little test. The next time you are in the shower, bring your attention to your feet and hold your focus there. How long can you do it before your thoughts intrude? I really need to give Mom a call. We haven’t spoken since last Wednesday, and she’ll think I don’t love her….Why did Frank ask me to stop at the cleaners after work? Doesn’t he remember Dale’s soccer game starts at five? I’ll barely make it there as it is….I hope the boss is in a better mood today. He was really out of it yesterday….I have a paper due tomorrow. Why did I put off working on it? And the guys are getting together tonight to watch the game. I really need the extra credit. If I don’t turn that paper in on time, I’m screwed. If you are not talking to yourself, who is talking to you? Continue reading
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Bill Conroy of NarcoNews.com joins us to discuss the House of Death scandal, in which an ICE informant participated in a series of torture and murder incidents in Juarez, Mexico in the last decade. We discuss how the story was broken and how it was then covered up by ICE, the US Attorney overseeing the case, and others, and how ICE tried to intimidate Conroy into giving up his sources on the case. For more on this issue, please see the archive of Bill Conroy’s extensive reporting on the case: 
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Message from the Angels
I remember the days when I was looking for love in all the wrong places. I met my first spiritual teacher on September 3, 1993. Through her, I experienced the energy of God, tangibly, for the first time. It was what I had been searching for my entire life. In that instant, I knew I would never be the same. My calling was calling. My heart was opened to a greater truth. And suddenly everything I thought had value in my life looked worthless compared to learning about and sharing this energy. I knew who I was and what I was to do for the first time. Within three years, my entire life was torn apart. My marriage of nine years dissolved. I quit my successful engineering career with its nice salary and prestige, and I became psychic in the window at a local bookstore making $6 after taxes, a day, if I was lucky. I was terrified half the time, but knew this path was not optional. God had planted its seeds in my heart and they would grow. 
Image by Ute Posegga-Rudel, Copyright 2013
