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It Tastes Like Cheesecake!

Watchout Cheesecake factory!

My beautiful friend sent me a pic of her raw strawberry cheesecake success followed by the recipe from Vegan Nom Noms

I was immediately in love. Some myspace friends may remember that I had an album entirely devoted to cheesecake - pictures taken from the Cheesecake Factory menu that I regularly used to induce extreme salivation.

I never know how my raw food escapades will turn out, but I love playing with my blender. I love playing with raw foods. I love playing with nuts. Yeah yeah, that's what she said.

This recipe turned out AMAZING-LY! And it tastes even better after being in the fridge over-night. The only thing I did differently is I used pureed dates instead of Agave for the filling and used a store-bought vegan pie-crust.



The bonus to that being I used the plastic cover that comes with the pie-crust to cover my cheese-cake. Like so:



Big time NomNom!

Yours,
Nut Girl

Good Day World, I'd Like To Say How Beautiful You Are

I open my eyes, and the Universe and everything in my view says "Good morning dear One, I'M what you look like today".

Waking up feels like I hit the big one, the jackpot, the goldmine, won the lottery. I feel like running up and down my block with my hands up in the air screaming "I WON! I WON!" True story.

I fell asleep to redefining words: "you do not have a soul, you are a soul" as I read a flood of words from another version of myself.

My eyes drooped to a close while I contemplated the notion that a soul is not something you have to give like a possession. It's something that you are. And what you are, is what all else is. What comes to you as another, is your own beautiful soul experiencing you, viewing you from a different angle, from a different perspective, from a different vantage point.

So to say you want to give yourself to someone, or you want someone to give themselves to you, is like looking in the mirror and saying to your reflection.…

Namaste

It is simple really. It's not what you do or don't do in this physical world that makes you a sacred and treasured being. It's everything that you are. Saints and Sages, Saviors and the Holy Ones, are all decreed so by human beings. These are the labels of humanity, not the identity given you by your timeless Origin. It isn't what you express or how the world perceives or has perceived you. It isn't a mark of your earthly achievements or creations.

It's who you are. You are Sacred. You are Divinity. You are Purity. You are an inexplicable force in physical form.

Your very nature, everything you're made of, every ounce of what you are, is sacred. There is not a particle in and around your being that can step out of its Divine nature - not for anything, not for any place or time. And that's the end of it.

The stories you've collected may try to teach you away from your innate wonder and timeless purity. But the breadth and beauty of what you are is inesc…

Come Away

Drip drip drip go the water drops. Something tells me it's time to step out of the meditation... to write this out.

So I'm here. And I'm whisperin, whisperin to the thump thump thump of your heart beat. Breathe through the thought therapy you're taking in. Stop thinking. Drop the story your thoughts are telling.

I know they feel so real.
I know the trance they're throwing you in.
Hypnotic dreams sail right between your eyes.
I know how they make it seem as though you're reacting to something that's happening.

Nothing is happening. Apart from your thought therapy.

Be
Here
Now

If you're inspired, join me for a little dip in the Ocean of Stillness. That's where I'll be. Peaceful is the forecast all week.

Be Easy,
Life

Total Nom Nom

I spent most of the day zipping around town wrapping up some business, raising my eyebrow at honking cars (do guys really still do that?), musing at the Credible Edibles eco-conscious restaurant in town, drowning my senses in the scents of a bookstore, and loving the amazing ways my moments assemble themselves.

Then I came home to rest my eyes here:

"The world you see before you is entirely defined by your interpretation of it...Nothing is wrong in your world unless you tell yourself it is wrong." (mraz)

Beautiful.

What are you telling yourself in this moment? What's molding your point of view?

Whatever it is, don't forget to insert...I love you.

Yours,
Mo'Tingles

Loving YOU is so Easy

I get asked what my practice is quite a bit. "What do you do to stay connected" or some phrase like that is directed toward me as I continue on with my rant about this amazing design we call LIFE.

I don't have just one. But one that's worthy of a try for anyone on the Self-connection path is practicing love.

Well, how do you practice love?

Easy. Each day, or how ever often you're inspired (I recommend each day), you sit yourself down and think or write about what you love about the beings in your life, the things in your life, and the experiences in your life. You deliberately take yourself into a thought stream of love.

You ask yourself: What do I love about ______________? What do I adore about ____________?

Within just a few minutes of allowing yourself to tune into these questions and what flows from them, you start to feel the pick up of energy in your being. You feel the flow of the energy that you experience as love. It's this inexhaustible energy sour…

Where You Are

I'm sitting on a bus marveling at the illusory nature of the space and boundaries between all of us on board. I can feel her in front of me. I can look out and feel the movement of the trees to my right. In stillness, I can reach out the boundaries I imagine through my senses. Amazing. Nothing is as it seems to my sensory hallucinations. So, what do I right now believe?

My head is a trip all on its own. No drugs necessary. Ever.

Then I hear it. Only I hear my translation of the energy movement else where. And I smile.

Damn. She's smiling to herself on the bus. She looks out the window to hide the parting lips as the smile turns itself into a near laughter.

Life looks at us like Mona Lisa. Forever musing to herself "when are you gonna get it?" 'Cause when we do get even a hint of it, we just start laughing. Sometimes uncontrollably. I'm thankful this hasn't happened out in public...yet.

This movement from across some way stayed with me all morning leaving me o…

From Paradise...With Love

My morning walks tend to bend toward a clip out of a Disney movie. Bunnies hop along the scenery just at the same time two chipmunks make their way up a tree, black squirrels and beige squirrels scurry on about, blue colored and red colored birds switch trees, and butterflies and other flitting creatures make themselves known all to the background music and echoes of tweets, chirps, and other beautiful natural noises. I even run into wild turkeys on occasion.



The grass is sprinkled with yellow and white flowers and the green on either side of my view is pronounced. It's a beautiful neighborhood. All that's missing is for me to break out into song and have magical mice outfit me with pretty things and place bows in my hair.

The often empty park allows me to let my dog off her leash to run free and wild. As soon as I let her off leash, she runs straight to the fence of one of the yards facing the park, wagging her tail. Behind the fence is Charlie, who's equally happy to see h…

Two Birds, One Source, Two Birds, One Force.

She pulls on her hat to keep the light from escaping too soon. No need to spark the engine under him this early.

She'll go home in a hurry.

Eyes shut and morning tells a tale to green paper headed straight to the hands of a gentle stranger.

"Your light shines bright." I don't remember the rest. There's so much I wanted to say, only my mind didn't yet have the capacity to hold the words it would take. How long did it take? How many words?

Time ceased to exist along the way. Reality turned itself into a dream, and all dreams faded into One.

What is this feeling? The gods have turned our hearts into dynamite. And the angels lit the stick to wake us...only to wake us.

Yet we know, there won't be anything left in the wake of what we are.

Soulmates. Tonal mates and twin flames, twin rays and divine sparks. Sister souls of one tone.

Let's try it again.

What if there is just One Tone, One Flame, One Ray, One Spark? What if, when you move, I move, and when you look at …

Two Cats And A Perfect Dream

Sometimes I catch myself forgetting that I'm the Dreamer as I tune into a string of thoughts that are waiting on outer-conditions to say what my reality is, means, and will be.

Funny about them old habits of perception.

Twenty minute walk to a canadianbug's house, two happy quiet cats, and my note-pad.



The clock reads 5:20 when it once again dawns on me - it isn't real, at all. The symbolic message had stamped itself all across the board of my point of view. Every where I looked, it was there, beckoning me to remember to go past this particular self-created illusion and self-imposed imaginary "obstacle". Again and again it came up to remind me, "I'm only as real as your belief in me".

And then I giggled. Alone. With the two cats off to my right. (Yeah, I don't hide my crazy well.)

It's fun to be the force in your own life. The story teller of your own story. The star of your favorite foreign movie.

Especially when you remember!

Lights. Camera. Act…