<?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-5426479</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:15:36.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If GOD Were One Of Us?</title><subtitle type='html'>If you have found this site, this is your wake up call. There are no accidents, the sleeper in you, has a chance to awaken. The miracle will find &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noaccidents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noaccidents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PABlo Bley aka Paul Alan Bley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037525129585701911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBMsWpcvFLw/SX__FsbtrMI/AAAAAAAAANE/DiSJeKlr7ZY/S220/PianoPABlo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426479.post-108603081913885382</id><published>2004-05-31T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T12:13:39.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Be good to each other. &lt;br /&gt;And do not look outside yourself for the leader." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he clasped his hands together, smiled and said,&lt;br /&gt;"This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. &lt;br /&gt;It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;They will try to hold on to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;They will feel thay are being torn apart and will suffer greatly. &lt;br /&gt;Know the river has its destination.&lt;br /&gt;The elders say we must let go of the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Push off into the middle of the river, &lt;br /&gt;Keep our eyes open, and our heads above water.&lt;br /&gt;And I say, see who is there with you and celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, &lt;br /&gt;Least of all ourselves, For the moment that we do, &lt;br /&gt;Our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;The time of the lone wolf is over.&lt;br /&gt;Gather yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones we've been waiting for."  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426479-108603081913885382?l=noaccidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default/108603081913885382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default/108603081913885382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noaccidents.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108603081913885382' title=''/><author><name>PABlo Bley aka Paul Alan Bley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037525129585701911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBMsWpcvFLw/SX__FsbtrMI/AAAAAAAAANE/DiSJeKlr7ZY/S220/PianoPABlo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426479.post-105392696299264196</id><published>2003-05-25T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T22:29:23.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The paradox of our time in history is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we have taller buildings,&lt;br /&gt;but shorter tempers;&lt;br /&gt;wider motorways,&lt;br /&gt;but narrower viewpoints;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend more,&lt;br /&gt;but have less;&lt;br /&gt;we buy more,&lt;br /&gt;but enjoy it less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families;&lt;br /&gt;more conveniences,&lt;br /&gt;but less time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have more degrees,&lt;br /&gt;but less sense;&lt;br /&gt;more knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;but less judgement;&lt;br /&gt;more experts,&lt;br /&gt;but more problems;&lt;br /&gt;more medicine,&lt;br /&gt;but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions,&lt;br /&gt;but reduced our values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much,&lt;br /&gt;love too seldom,&lt;br /&gt;and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned how to make a living,&lt;br /&gt;but not a life;&lt;br /&gt;we've added years to life,&lt;br /&gt;not life to years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back,&lt;br /&gt;but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've conquered outer space,&lt;br /&gt;but not inner space;&lt;br /&gt;we've cleaned up the air,&lt;br /&gt;but polluted the soul;&lt;br /&gt;we've split the atom,&lt;br /&gt;but not our prejudice;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have higher incomes,&lt;br /&gt;but lower morals;&lt;br /&gt;we've become long on quantity,&lt;br /&gt;but short on quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of tall men,&lt;br /&gt;and short character;&lt;br /&gt;steep profits,&lt;br /&gt;and shallow relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of world peace,&lt;br /&gt;but domestic warfare;&lt;br /&gt;more leisure,&lt;br /&gt;but less fun;&lt;br /&gt;more kinds of food,&lt;br /&gt;but less nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of two incomes,&lt;br /&gt;but more divorce;&lt;br /&gt;of fancier houses,&lt;br /&gt;but broken homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time when there is much in the show window&lt;br /&gt;and nothing in the stockroom;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time when technology can bring this to you,&lt;br /&gt;and a time when you can choose either to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;or just surf on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426479-105392696299264196?l=noaccidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default/105392696299264196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default/105392696299264196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noaccidents.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105392696299264196' title=''/><author><name>PABlo Bley aka Paul Alan Bley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037525129585701911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBMsWpcvFLw/SX__FsbtrMI/AAAAAAAAANE/DiSJeKlr7ZY/S220/PianoPABlo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426479.post-105391779819214527</id><published>2003-05-25T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T22:23:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a piece of work is man(kind) &lt;br /&gt;How noble in reason!&lt;br /&gt;How infinite in faculty in form, in moving how express and admirable!&lt;br /&gt;In action how like an angel!&lt;br /&gt;In apprehenion how like a God!&lt;br /&gt;That beauty of the world!&lt;br /&gt;That  paragon of animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheele is come full Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426479-105391779819214527?l=noaccidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default/105391779819214527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default/105391779819214527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noaccidents.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105391779819214527' title=''/><author><name>PABlo Bley aka Paul Alan Bley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037525129585701911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBMsWpcvFLw/SX__FsbtrMI/AAAAAAAAANE/DiSJeKlr7ZY/S220/PianoPABlo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426479.post-105391185069108797</id><published>2003-05-25T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T20:01:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are one person.&lt;br /&gt;We are two alone.&lt;br /&gt;We are three together.&lt;br /&gt;We are for each other.&lt;br /&gt;- Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426479-105391185069108797?l=noaccidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default/105391185069108797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426479/posts/default/105391185069108797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noaccidents.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105391185069108797' title=''/><author><name>PABlo Bley aka Paul Alan Bley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09037525129585701911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBMsWpcvFLw/SX__FsbtrMI/AAAAAAAAANE/DiSJeKlr7ZY/S220/PianoPABlo.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
