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It took me a long time to finish reading this one. Not because it was boring or anything like that. Just the opposite actually, it was wonderful and I took my time digesting every little bit of it.

It’s a book loaded with life lessons but done so in a light hearted relatable way.

I would say I recommend this book to everyone but having talked to others who have already read it I have come to understand that not everyone would really “get it.” People who are young and inexperienced or are just content with their lives and not looking to better themselves may not really understand or appreciate how Elisabeth picks things apart and can create a better world for herself by doing so.

I now have this strong desire to go to Italy, India and Indonesia for some reason. Elizabeth describes these places so well you feel like you are there with her.

There were a few times I appreciated her ideas but didn’t agree with them. As she progressed on her spiritual journey she would come around and alter or change her understanding which would line up more with how I feel. The book really was like a daily devotion to me. I enjoyed every bit of it.

While reading Eat Pray Love I felt so much like Elizabeth knew my heart, like she was a long lost twin sister. It was so easy and delightful to go on her written journey with her when we seem to see through the same eyes.

Pic of Elizabeth I found on google.

I haven’t yet seen the movie. I plan to one day soon. I also plan to be forgiving of it because I’m sure there was tons left out and changed. It’s the way movies are now days. When I do see it I’ll be sure to write a review and include the link to it on here.

 I marked my book up. I underlined things and made page notes at the back so I could come back and use quotes. I am writing my favorite quotes from the book on here. They will be in the pictures. At the end of the quotes area there is some pages I didn’t quote because they were to long so I included my thoughts on what is written instead.

 Me reading pool side.

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Quotes from Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

Pic I took of a peacock in Hawaii.

Pic I took at Waikiki Aquarium.

Pic i took in Hawaii.

 

Pic I took.

Pic from google search of Augusteum.

Pic from google.

Pic from google.

Pic from google.


Pic by me.

Pic found on google.

Pic found on google.

 Pic found on google of Elizabeth Gilbert.

 Pic found on google.

 Pic drawn by my daughter Kara. 

Pic I took.

Pic I took of Halona Blowhole in Hawaii.

Pic found on google.

Pic i drew.

Pic from google. It was a nun that told her that.

Pic I took of my daughter Kara.

Pic I took.

Pic of me in Hawaii.

Pic i found of google.

Pic I found on google.

Pic I took of myself.

Pic I took in Hawaii.

Fun pic I took of my oldest three and me.

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I have to temper myself because I enjoyed and got something out of the whole book. There were a few areas that were too long for a quote but I related to it so I just put the page number down. I’ll tell you why they meant something special to me.

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Page 203/204
ANTEVASIN
This part has helped me find some patience for people who can look at a tray of facts and still refuse to eat anything from it. They are satisfied with where they are and have no desire or intent to change not matter how pretty you paint the picture. In the past I got so aggravated with people like that. I couldn’t understand their way of thinking. I still have my moments but for the most part I realize now I am the one who is actually different. It’s isn’t all that normal to be a truth seeker, to be an investigator, an explorer, to what to know what, when, why and so on and be ok and happy being this way.

Elizabeth uses the word slippery. One of the traits I have avoided admitting I have in some witchy descriptions of people types is slippery, slimy, and mucus. It sounds so unreliable and it sounds yucky. But, everything has its purpose and that purpose can be positive or negative, it all depends on how you use it. I like being able to slip from one understanding to a better one. I like the flexibility and, you gotta admit, mucus is quite flexible.

Just as I have been intolerant of people who seem close minded, I can see how they could easily be the same toward me. It’s about how you look at it and it’s about what you do with it. We all have our purpose, we can all benefit this life, and we could do it so much better if we understood that it is ok for people to be different than us and even better yet if we accept each other the way we are and work together.

Page 293
This area was just fun because I had recently seen an interview with Lady Gaga. In the interview she explains how a lot of her songs that are about romance and religion are actually about how she feels about her home, New York. Here in this area of the book that Elizabeth and a friend are reminiscing about New York and I felt the feeling they expressed went along well with what I heard Lady Gaga say.

Pic I found on google of NYC.

Page 263
I got a good laugh at this part. It’s about a lady telling Liz what to do so she can have beautiful hair like her. Nothing deep really, just funny.

Page 232
Juice from saffron and sandlewood for burns. Has anyone used this and how did it work out for you?

Page 327
This part is near the end of her book. She is accepting her pain and hurt and such and dealing with it in a manner I had been told all my life was wrong and bad and harmful and pretty much would turn into sin at some point. She is bringing the seemingly negative feelings into herself and accepting them.

Before reading this book about two years ago I started doing something very similar. Before, I had believed things like anger, hate, jealousy, bitterness and so on were sins and so I wouldn’t accept them. When I felt the urge to feel those emotions I would scold myself and quote scriptures in my head or even find them and read them to help me quickly overcome the feelings and I’d repent. I did this for a few reasons. One, I wanted to please the Lord Jesus Christ and it was from the scriptures that I was taught so well that those emotions were harmful and sinful. I also just didn’t want to feel them either.

What I didn’t realize was that by denying those natural emotions I was not actually blocking them or getting rid of them, I was burying them deep inside me. Instead of blowing up like a bomb, I would have a  random crying fit from time to time which I absolutely hated because I didn’t like to cry. I had some ignored health issues that I can now see were likely related but it wasn’t till I was 19 that I got terribly sick and it became evident that all those things I thought I got rid of were in me and destroying my body physically.

One of the sisters in the church taught me to admit I had a negative feeling, call it by name, ask the Lord for forgiveness and then imagine it in a box that I offer up to him, thus ridding me of the negative emotion. It helped for a while.

However, emotions are not sins. They are naturally a part of us and by denying and riding ourselves of them we are denying who we really are.

About three years ago when I woke up to the fact that I had been in a Christian cult for twenty years and at the same time my marriage was on the rocks I got to experience what it feels like to live in the void. I wasn’t about to take on anything just to get out of it. I had to know the truth even if it meant that I would never leave the middle of nowhere.  As it turned out I didn’t have to make permanent residency there after all.

Since my idea and definition of sin was challenged and I was learning about morals, ethics, negative, positive and such from something other than the Bible and those who use it I was no longer afraid to do some experimenting. I decided to see what it felt like and what would happen if I just embraced the feelings that came to me. So, when something made me angry, I decided that angry was what I was gonna feel and I wasn’t gonna try to stop and I was gonna express myself about it and I was just gonna accept it  and then I just wasn’t really actually all that angry anymore and then I was surprised to find I was fine and rather happy. The same with jealousy. I felt funny admitting I wanted what someone else had but I did it anyway. Not always where they could hear me but so I could at least hear myself very clearly. And then it would just fade away and I’d find myself happy for them and fine with who and where I was.

I understand now that I wasn’t bringing anything foreign into myself. I was just accepting me.

I drew this pic of some of my elements and signs and an important reminder to go along with it!

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You can find Elizabeth Gilberts web-site at http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/bio.htm#.

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Wicked: The life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West
by Gregory Maguire

note: Not for children. This book has sexual scenes.

I have not yet seen the musical but I love the song Defying Gravity that comes from it. That song sings out how I often feel. I’ve had to do an awful lot of “defying gravity” it seems.

I don’t know when or if I will ever get to see the musical so I decided to get the book and just read it. Now that I have finished reading it I’m pretty sure the musical is going to be quite different. Naturally when books are put into plays or movies that it just how it goes.  I think that books like Wicked would make a good mini-series so that there could be more attention to the intriguing details.  I still however, want to see the musical.

Elphaba, what an interesting main character. I’m a mom of kids with Autism and Aspergers, so I am quick to recognize like traits in characters from stories and Elphaba would likely be considered Autistic in the real now days world. She has a mind of her own. She goes by her own logic. She has a strong sense of justice. She avoids people. She has a texture problem, with water. And much more.

As unreal and surreal the story is, it is laced heavily with reality. You could say the author has a political or religious or non-religious agenda yet at the end of the story it is still just a story.  In its amazing landscape of talking animals and people of various sizes and colors, humanity is the same as it is in real life with its unpredicted consequences, or are they actually predicted?

Most of the time the book held my attention. I’m a tough one in that area. I could very well have ADD, or maybe I’m just a busy mom. There were some mundane areas in the book but Mr. Maguire had my curiosity elevated enough to keep going and find out “what happened”. He always delivered and I was never disappointed.

I don’t see the book as inspiring, though it does make one think. It may be that it needs to be read a few more times to get the full jest of it. Gregory Maguire has written quite a few other spin-off books from the old fairy tales and I totally intend to read them all.

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The Bonnet

By Lori K Revels

There once was a beautiful field filled with daises smiling under the warm sun in a land far far away. One day a little girl wearing a pink bonnet with flowers on it decided to go pick some daises for her mom. She danced around under the warm sun and wandered over to the stream to toss small stones and watch them splash.  

While playing near the stream a breeze took her bonnet from her head and it fell into the stream. It was a bit far and she didn’t want to get wet so she looked for a stick long enough to reach it and pull it back to her. By the time she found a stick the bonnet had started drifting down the stream ahead of her.

The little girl chased her bonnet and every time she came close a current would take it on further down the stream and just out of her reach.

After a while she heard the loud noise of a water fall. Her bonnet raced ahead of her and fell over the water fall.

She stood there and cried for a while but soon stopped because she realized that her crying wasn’t helping her at all.

She heard a rough voice ask, “Why are you crying?” She looked around but didn’t see anyone. She heard the same voice again ask, “Why are you crying?” She looked around again and all she saw was a frog on a rock near her. She knew it wasn’t the frog that had spoke to her because frogs can’t speak but she went ahead and asked the frog if by chance he had said something to her. She was shocked when he replied that indeed he had. The little girl said, “I didn’t know frogs could talk”.  

The little girl told the frog that her favorite bonnet had fell over the water fall and she was very upset about it. The frog said, “Well, just climb down those rocks there and follow the river a little ways and you will see it runs into the marsh lands. I am quite sure your bonnet must be stuck there and waiting for you to come get it. “

The little girl thanked him and climbed down the rocks then followed the river as the frog had instructed her. Sure enough the river ended in the marsh lands and there was her flowery pink wet muddy bonnet waiting for her just as he said it would be.

The only problem was, the bonnet was stuck in the middle of the marsh area and she didn’t know if it was safe to wade out to get it. She stood there a while just looking at it feeling sad.

While standing there she heard a squeaky voice ask, “What are you staring at?” She looked around and didn’t see anyone, not even a frog.  She asked, “Where are you” and the voice answered back, “I’m right here.” She saw a fly on her shoulder and swished it away without thinking. She heard the squeaky voice holler, “ouch! What did you do that for?” “Oh! I’m sorry”, said the little girl to the fly who was now flying looking for a safer place to land. “I didn’t know flies could talk”, she explained.  

She then told the fly she was staring at her favorite bonnet and was sad because she couldn’t figure out how to get it out of the marsh. The fly said, “Wait here, I know who can get it for you. I’ll be right back.”  Then the fly flew away toward a cluster of trees.

After a few minutes the little girl saw something large and brown come out of the cluster of trees toward her. As it got closer she saw it was a moose. She waited politely while the moose passed her and waded into the mash toward her bonnet. The moose stopped right next to her bonnet and just stood there.

The little girl finally hollered out to the moose, “Is everything all right?” She wondered if his eye sight wasn’t very good so she said, “That’s my bonnet right next to you.”  The moose didn’t move or even look her way. Finally the moose started eating some of the weeds poking up through the marsh.

The little girl was curious as to why the moose didn’t answer her and bring her the bonnet. She was about to holler out to him again when she felt something tickle her neck and make her jump. She turned around to see an Elephant looking right at her. “Oh my” she said, “you startled me”. The elephant thought that was funny.  “Did you come to get my bonnet from the marsh for me?” The little girl asked. The elephant replied, “Yes, the fly told me you needed my help and here I am.”

The little girl told the elephant that she had asked the moose to get her bonnet for her but he had ignored her. The elephant laughed and said, “You’re so silly, moose don’t talk. Silly silly girl!

The elephant then waded into the marsh. Picked up the bonnet with his trunk, waded back to the little girl and place the bonnet right on her head.

The End

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The Sacrifice

By Lori K Hobbs

A detective was looking into a group of people in a remote area who were known for their superstitions. He learned that they went so far as to do human sacrifices every ten years to what they called their god. The child sacrificed was picked by whatever child was born on the same date every tenth year. The people believe their god required it and by offering up one life they all were saved from tribulations.

The detective stayed with them learning their ways and tried to convince them to let go of their superstitions and to educate themselves and not commit murder. 

When he saw he was not getting through he kidnapped the boy who was to be sacrificed. When he had reached his home city he called his wife to inform her of the situation and of the child he was bringing home temporarily till a home can be found for him.

They had fun introducing the boy to the modern world and the detective’s son who was the same exact age became good friends with him.

The boy told the detectives son of his people’s traditions including his own destiny as a appeasing human sacrifice. The boy worried for his people since the sacrifice day was approaching but the detective and his family convinced him it was all just superstition and by him not being there he was saving his people from committing murder. As the day got closer and closer the boy and the detective’s son started having nightmares of impending doom. 

The night of the sacrifice the boy was hit by a drunk driver and died. The detective’s family was heartbroken.  The son’s nightmares got worse but it was thought to be because of losing a close friend. A strange powerful dark figure started appearing in his dreams telling him the only way to stop the suffering was to sacrifice his life. He decides his parents had gone through enough and didn’t to tell them about the dreams.

An oddly dressed man appeared on their porch one day asking for the detective. Since the detective was due home any minute the wife had him in and made him tea and a snack to eat. When the detective came home he recognized the man as one of the elders of the clan of superstitious people. The man begged him to return the boy that was kidnapped. He explained that the tribulations had come upon them and their people were dying of disease and other disasters that were destroying their village and crops. The detective tried to reason with the man and convince him it wasn’t because they didn’t do the human sacrifice. That their trouble could be explained scientifically and likely even fixed if they would just allow an expert to see what was going on and help them.  The man was relentless until the detective finally told him the boy had already died. He then felt that was enough proof of the people’s false beliefs because the boy had still died on the designated sacrifice date and it didn’t stop the so called tribulations.

The man explained that it was likely his god who had caused the death but that the only way to appease the god was for them to make a deliberate sacrifice to show their faith and belief in him. The man finally gave in out of distress for the boy’s death and told the detective he would allow an expert to come visit them and see firsthand what they were going through and see if he would be able to help.

The detective’s wife and son heard the whole conversation. His wife was very upset and fearful when her husband left with the man and a doctor that they had arranged to take with them.  The son’s dreams continued to get more vivid.

The detective and the doctor found the village to be in a state of utter ruin. There were only a few buildings left that were repaired enough to be weather proof since wind and hail storms had destroyed much of the place.  Everyone was sick of some kind of ailment or disease at various stages. It was shocking to the detective since he had been there before and it had been a beautiful thriving healthy community. After some time the doctor became exasperated from lack of sleep and lack of success. They both now understood how these people could fall for superstitions when things could get this bad. But still they were convinced it was coincidence and worked on.

A village meeting was called. The elders tried to figure things out. They were convinced it was the detective who brought this on them all. Some believed that he should pay for his crime and that by him paying for his crime maybe their god would then be appeased.  Some of the Elders didn’t feel this would be good enough and that they must find a replacement for the child that was to be sacrificed. They concluded that if they could find a child born on the correct day, time and year they would offer that child up as their sacrifice. They begun appointing people who were strong enough to go out into the city to look for such a child and hope their god would lead them to him. Then the man who had gone to the detectives home remembered hearing the detective’s wife telling him how the detective’s son and the boy had become good friends and that they were the exact same age. He let the council know much to the horror of the detective. The elders felt it was the leading of their god and agreed it would be the detective’s son that would stand in the place of the boy.

The detective didn’t waste any time trying to call his wife to warn her and have her and his son leave their home till things were safe again. Being out in a remote area there was no signal.

The detective’s son was becoming convinced due to his vivid dreams that he was the only way to save the village. He told his mom that he had been having nightmares but instead of telling her what they were about he told her that his dad was in extreme danger and because his dreams were so vivid he believed it was true. After not being able to reach her husband on the phone she called her husband’s boss and told him of her child’s dreams and that she wouldn’t leave him alone until he took her to see her husband. The boss felt it unwise to take her but he was aware of her persistent ways and relented.

It was late at night when the wife’s mom arrived to keep an eye on the son for her. The wife and the boss took off to see about things. The son snuck into the back seat of their car. When the grandmas TV program was over she went to bed and was not aware the son was missing till morning. When she saw he wasn’t in his room she wasn’t sure if he had got up early to go to a friend’s and called the mom see. The mom wasn’t completely sure either but was very concerned because she was already on edge. She felt the urge to check the back seat and fount the son when she did. After scolding him she called and informed her mom that she had found him and that he would stay with them since they were too far to turn back.

The son dozed off a few time and every time he had to be woken due to hollering out from the nightmares. He began to get chills and looked sick as time went by.

The detective had left the village and was speeding back to try to get to his son before it was too late.  He stopped to get gas and a nosy attendant asked him where he had come from. He told him he had been at the village of the very superstitious people and was on his way home to protect his family. The attendant told him he had better hurry and turn back the direction he had come from cause he had just talked to a woman and a man and a ten year old boy who were on their way to the village to see about the wife’s detective husband. The detective lost all color in his face and raced back to the village.

He arrived and found his wife, son and boss in a small building surrounded by the villagers in the center of town. He disguised himself and worked his way through the crowed to the hut. Finding a way in he whispered to his family he was there to get them out. He loosed them from the ropes they were tied to and they followed him out, all but the son. He stood there and refused to leave. He told them he knew if he let them sacrifice him the village would be saved. They argued that it was just superstition but the boy told them he had dreams from their god and this was the only way to appease him and save the people from their suffering. After some intense hushed arguing the son agreed to go with his father. They snuck out through the crowed of villagers and made a run for the vehicles. The elders had gone into the small building and found the prisoners missing and pursued them. The detective and his wife dashed into a building while the son and the boss ran down an alley. The detective and his wife were easily found and brought out to the town center where the sacrifice area had already been prepared.  

The son tried to run to his parents but the detectives boss stopped him holding him and covering his mouth to quiet him. He told him his parents wanted him to live and he would protect him no matter what. The boy felt a brick lose next to him. He became very still and seemed compliant. The boss asked him if he was going to continue to yell and he shook his head so he took his hand off his mouth. The boy told him he understood and would do what he was told to do. The boss half way believed him and though still holding him loosened his grip. The son remained still for a moment then made a quick convulsion escaping the bosses grip, grabbed the lose brick and hit the boss in the head knocking his out. The boy whispered a respectful apology to the out cold man and ran back into the crowed toward his parents.

The winds had picked up by this time and hail had started falling everywhere except where the people stood in the center of town. From time to time one could hear the hail breaking glass or the wind tearing apart a building and the screams of the sick people inside the place that was torn apart. The son began hollering out for them to leave his parents alone, that he was there and there was no need to harm his family. When the front of the crowed realized who he was they parted to let him through. The parents saw him and were horrified and scolded him for coming out to them but then embraced him when he got to them.

The son told the village elders he understood his fate and was willing to be sacrificed to save the people from their god’s wrath. The parents tried to stop him but he let them know he loved them deeply and that he knew what had to be done and to trust him. Seeing there was no escape especially since their son would not go willingly with them they stopped fighting against the people holding them in place and watched in horror as the elders prepared the son for sacrifice. There was a wooden alter that he was laid on along with gifts the villagers had placed. It was almost beautiful if it wasn’t for what was about to take place. The winds had grown stronger and the hail bigger and was in closing in on them. The knife was raised by the designated elder and the fatal blow was made to the screeching of the sons mother and the tears of his father who stood shocked and speechless. The sons body was raised on its wooden alter and tied to a pole in the middle of a pile of wood that was then lit.

A hush fell on the people. Even the mom was silent. The detective looked around to investigate the utter silence. The wind had stopped and so had the hail and the clouds were quickly retreating away. The sick began to emerge from what was left of the buildings as well healed people. When the other villagers saw them and that they were no longer ill they began to shout and cry for joy. Villagers from the fields beyond began to walk into the town causing more cries of glee at their sight. One of the villagers noticed the detective and his wife still holding each other with a look of shock and told them that people they had buried during the recent plague were alive and walking into the town.

The detective and his wife, boss and the doctors were left alone to leave. The couple headed home solemnly in silence as the sun was coming up. They stopped at the gas station to fill up. The nosy attendant told them he couldn’t chat because he was taking a kid home to his village and wished them a good day. He got into his old beat up pick up and as he drove off the couple saw the boy who was to be the original sacrifice in the passenger’s side of the truck. 

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I am putting a book of nightmares together. It is a topic of interest for many and I think it would be fun to do. I am asking for you to submit your dreams no matter who odd cause that is how dreams can be.  Then when I get enough of them I will compile them into the  book. Some dreams that have scared us may seem silly and funny to others while some seem crazy or disturbing.

This is not intended to be about how I feel or what I think. It is simply going to be the dreams people like you send me.

If you have a drawing you want included with your dream submission that comes from what you saw in a dream please feel free to include it.

I will be happy to give you credit for your submissions or to use an allies if you don’t want you’re name known. Just let me know.

I can’t wait to read about your dreams! Submit away!!!

Lori

Submission e-mail address is:
bookofnightmares@yahoo.com

The FaceBook site is:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Book-Of-Nightmares-By-Lori-Hobbs-Revels/175373575818820

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The Boy With The Incredible Brain

A movie review by Lori

You can watch it at –

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4913196365903075662

I found the documentary to be fascinating, it kept my attention.

This is a documentary about a man with Savant syndrome but not MR and though he is likely in the Autism Spectrum he has over come it to a degree that it isn’t that noticeable anymore. This is an amazing and unusual opportunity for scientist to understand how a Savant may think since people with Savant syndrome usually have mental handicaps that keep them from being able to describe what is going on inside their heads and how they visualize things.

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