Dear Angel Fire Site Poster

Spiritual Ministries Mind Spirit Body Vibrational Medicine Research, Healing and Education Center.
June 15, 2009
There Is Always A First Time For All Things
Rev. Tonie C. Wallace Dream-Founder and Director
Jada Stone Associate Director-Contributing Writer

Dear All One Family:
Today I got my first email response to this newsletter...all the rest of the emails are sent to my inbox on my Yahoo web site box.

I know that Jupiter is going into Retrograde shortly and my time spent with you will be perhaps limited simply due to things being spoken sometimes comes back, not the way that I would have it interpreted.

So for me it will be a time of meditation and deep inner thoughts...a going within instead a staying without...for it is a good thing, especially being Jada and I have found ourselves with so much to say...as of late.

Today dear ones, I want to address a situation that I discovered that I had. I was sent an email that the person wanted me to post on this site and to tell you the truth...I am not being prompted to do such...I perhaps am being a bit judgmental about it...yet that is alright...for I am the Captain of my own ship here...and I just don't want to post it...because it simply reminds me too much of a place that I lived at, too long...a place with out God/Jesus and Holy Spirit...a holding my hand and a leading me through this storm of a life that many that surround my living and breathing world...don't understand how it has been that I have survived this long, a living on so little.

Many never knowing that God/Jesus and Holy Spirit are the ones directing my life and it is a grand life...yes, more could flow into it financially...yet it is what it is, until it is no more...

When I looked at the titles of the works that this person wanted me to spend time a reading...I went, Oh My God! No, I won't visit those places, for the titles are enough to be deemed sacrilegious.

Thanks, yet no thanks...Take for instance the first title that stood out, "Whore of Babylon", are you kidding me?

Whose a whore? Mary, The Mother of Jesus? Don't you know that the mother prayers have been made more special than mens prayers? The reason being that Jesus was so thankful for what Mary had done...that in honor to His mother...He made all mothers prayers more special than men's...

The rest of the titles that you gave had a similar condentation...and to tell you the truth...I know why you are a visiting my site and a wanting me to change the flow and direction of this site...I can and will not...for I know how sad and dark and dreary where you are a living without God/Jesus and Holy Spirit...for I once lived there as well and I am grateful that it was only a short while...for I was the saddest person on the planet and even looked the part well.

Back then, were you a wanting to see a sad, victim kind of complaining person you would have found your fill with me...For I held the highest marks for being the person most likeable to fail and not succeed.

I believe that you just jumped on this site and took very little time in a reading all that I wrote...all 180 plus issues by now...had you done that...you would have saw that this is not a place to run and hide in the dark...It is a site for the very brave that want to step out in to the Light, Love and Peace of God/Jesus and Holy Spirit.

I want to thank you for your posting though...I am sorry that I didn't offer others the chance to play the devils advocate...time is short dear one...or aren't you a paying attention and watching the sky as we were instructed to do, over 2,000 years ago.

I also want you to take a gander at the first picture on this newsletter posting...I grabbed it off of another email that I receive and Rich in Australia...This picture was on our National News about a month ago, it is the latest Hubble shot...now in Revelevations we are told to keep an eye on the sky, especially since another thing mentioned in Reveleations was about the seasons all mixing into together and not knowing what season we were in...the weather changes, the economy a dipping almost as low as the depression era...unemployment, homelessness, extreme poverty, bad food, high cost of medicines and treatment costs and insurances.

How much more do I need to rattle on about dear one? For isn't it ironic that the picture from the Hubble Satellite, looks like an large eye?

Just a throwing it out there for we all can swing and hang out any place we choose...I don't believe it is a time to change directions and your email website would be a doing that to me...I believe it is a time to stay even closer to Our Father, Jesus and Holy Spirit...so again, thanks, yet no thanks...

I believe instead I will post another capture from California Psychic email ...this is perhaps one of my most favorite Philospher-Prophet.

I posted it so that those without love in their lives of any kind, may want to read his book and gain a larger perspective...

And on a funny moment email kind of thing...I got this sad humor email from S.B., and it was just what I needed after reading the titles of some of the stuff that Angel Fire wanted me to visit...oh well...different strokes for different folks...you know?
So please enjoy!

Do Be Blessed All
Love, Light and Peace
Tonie

Taken from California Psychic email.
June 14, 2009

"If you've ever looked for a good quote about love or relationships, or for some meaningful spiritual guidance, chances are you've run across a verse or two from Khalil Gibran's The Prophet, first published in 1923. In fact, many a wedding has dispensed favors displaying Gibran's wise words on unions:
"And stand together yet not too near together
For the pillars of the temple stand apart
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow ..."
Translated into more than 20 languages, The Prophet is Gibran's best-known work, and is illustrated with his famous charcoal drawings.

East meets West
Perhaps it was the sum total of the struggles of Gibran's early life growing up in poverty in Lebanon and later in Boston: his difficult relationship with his father, the loss of two siblings and his mother within two years, and his influential relationships with two inspiring women (who both rejected his marriage proposals) that fueled his keen insights. The wisdom expressed in The Prophet truly represents and expresses the meeting of Eastern and Western ideals.
Early on he was mentored by a priest in his native Lebanon, and later his American art teachers encouraged and recognized his artistic talents. He slowly entered the cultural artistic world in Boston by meeting people who led him to stage his first art exhibition there in 1904. He later studied with sculptor August Rodin in Paris, finally settling in New York City in 1912. Though he died there at the age of 48 from cirrhosis and tuberculosis, his wish was to be buried in his native Lebanon.
A prophet
Written in beautiful verse, The Prophet, which brought Gibran international acclaim, contains 27 much-quoted chapters, including: "On Children," "On Love," and "On Death." Though he wrote and illustrated the book, it appeared to be channeled through divine inspiration, leading many in his circle to refer to him as a mystic. Some have even called his poetry metaphysical. History has proven Gibran to be an artistic philosopher, as The Prophet has never ceased to be in print. One of the most popular books of the 20th Century, the slim volume gained popularity during the counterculture of 1960s, and has inspired lovers, artists, and writers for decades.

Today
If you go to Gibran's work for guidance now, you will find that his writing has not lost its relevance. Perhaps ahead of his time, perhaps transcending all time, his words touch us.

No matter what the exterior changes in society are… no matter what our religion or nationality. Stripped of today's technology and global transformations, we are all human, and there is more to us than even we sometimes comprehend, according to Gibran. This is in part the message of The Prophet's chapter "On Time":
"Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream."
The next time you're looking to understand the mysteries of life, or need to be reminded of your significance in the grand scheme of life and love, pick up any of Gibran's writings, where you'll find infinite peace and inspiration."




S.B.'s funny, oh so sad...email.

It also quite remarkably go along with the newsletter I wrote a few days ago about the 71 grandmother in Texas a being Tazered by a police officer after he gave her a ticket for speeding... This email is perfect to illustrate the point that I was a trying to make about how injurious it might have been for the aging lady...for obviously his superiors found his behavior acceptable for cussing...oh my goodness...I will have to just watch my snap this and snap that...for it might come back and snap my head off...

S.B writes:
This isn't the first time I've read this, and probably won't be the last, because it's just too darn funny. For all of its stupidity, there is a certain innocence, and I feel in my heart he probably did try this (far too graphic). In any case enjoy, it makes my cry every time I read it.

ONLY A MAN WOULD ATTEMPT THIS
Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!
Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse- sized tazer. The effects of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
AWESOME!!
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.. Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!' What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best..
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as if to say, 'don't do it dip-shit,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . .
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . .. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . ... . WHAT THE HELL!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room..
Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a tazer, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor.. A three second burst would be considered conservative!
IT HURT LIKE HELL!!!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.. I had no control over the drooling.
Apparently I pooped on myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!


P.s... My wife, can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!

If you think education is difficult, try being stupid !!!