- Why, they’re my breasts – I’m your baby… and if you let me I’ll suck them ‘til I’m 5 years old.
- No, they’re mine – I’m the soft porn in the ads and the page 3 girls in the daily paper. Those breasts can sell anything!
- No, they’re my breasts – I’m the X rated porn industry, one of the USA’s greatest exports.
Continue reading “Your Breasts… My Breasts… Just whose Breasts are those, Anyway?”
by Leonne Sharkey, Compliance Coordinator, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
About 8 years ago I wrote on an online profile that I wanted to “change the world”. I had no idea what this meant but I was trying to write a profile from the heart and I knew it was something I wanted to do. Of course “changing the world” always meant “for the better” and I wanted it to be in a huge, powerful, earth shattering and awesome way.
Unfortunately, I think my attempts to express this came off a bit ‘beauty pageant–like’, because when people asked exactly how I wanted to change the world… I was stumped! I had no idea, I just knew the world seemed messed up and I wanted to fix it… How embarrassing! Continue reading “Changing the World: In a Huge, Powerful, Earth Shattering and Awesome Way”
by Joel L (Australia)
In the last article – The Six Stages of ‘Becoming Me’ (so far anyway): Part 1 – I was exploring the first three stages of the process of ‘becoming me’. This next article explores stages four to six and flows on from that… Continue reading “The Six Stages of ‘Becoming Me’ (so far anyway): Part 2”
by Simon Asquith, Byron Bay, Australia
My name is Simon. I’m a 38 year old single male and I feel to share how I discovered, and my experience of, Universal Medicine.
At the time, I was a professional musician living a life that I had always dreamed of, and had worked very hard to make a reality. Some years earlier I had left a well paying career that didn’t “make me happy” to pursue my dream to live six months a year during spring and summer in Australia, and then six months a year in spring and summer in Europe, travelling the world performing my own music.
One time, I returned home to Australia and met another musician and his family that were my parents’ neighbours. Not long after, I began working for him helping him tour, as his roadie/sound engineer and selling CD’s. On an early morning drive once, he asked me if I had heard of this guy named Serge Benhayon, and he played a recording of a presentation on the stereo. Continue reading “The Goalposts For ‘I Feel OK’ Moved!”
It was late 1999. My life had undergone major changes in the previous two years. My husband had died. Following his death, I had sold the business that we had started and run together for a decade. The business had been on the main street of town, making us very much a part of a small community. I just had to get up and go to work, and the world came through my front door. It was a wonderful segment in my life. And it was over. I was feeling displaced. I was menopausal. I was depressed. But I figured I had good reason to be so I wasn’t looking to fix it. I was just dragging myself around.
My daughter told me that she thought I should go see this guy who had come into her workplace. I don’t follow everyone’s suggestions, I assure you, but I do most often follow my daughter’s. And so I went. I arrived at his home sceptical, determined to keep my secrets close to my vest so as not to give this guy anything to work with – (he wouldn’t pull one over on me), and I was more than slightly irritated that I had to go through the motions of acting like I wanted to be “fixed” when I really didn’t care if I was or not. Continue reading ““Can I Have That Guy’s (Serge Benhayon’s) Phone Number ?””
I am now a 33 year old woman. I grew up sailing around the world. I had a very different childhood. It was not always easy and I had grown up with many ways of coping and dealing with what life had offered me. As a child I was sexually molested and I hardly went to school. I smoked marijuana every day from when I was 16 years old until I was 30, and when I say every day, I mean everyday (with exception of about 4 or 6 days). Even when I was traveling internationally I would make marijuana brownies and eat them to get high.
The point is, I did not like how life was and the only way I enjoyed life was if I was stoned and numb. I would wake up and smoke, and I would smoke during the day, and then smoke a lot at night so that I would pass out. I could easily smoke an ounce a week (that is a lot). And to me, that was normal and I was “fine”. I would go out with friends, drink alcohol, go to festivals and take ecstasy, magic mushrooms and a few other drugs. I thought I was fine, because I wasn’t doing cocaine or heroin. Continue reading “My Story”