Volume One, Issue Five December 20, 2002
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Welcome to the fifth and largest issue yet of Conscious Living, our newsletter designed to share our current activities and growth, along with articles and information that we hope will be supportive and encouraging in your efforts to live each moment with more joy and satisfaction.
The themes of this issue are a celebration of the holiday season and reminders of the fundamental values and attitudes that can help us shape our new year in a positive way. |
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News: New Winter Schedule Begins in January With New Teachers, New Classes and The Addition of Telecourses. We Go National!
We are beginning our new winter schedule in January with the addition of several new teachers and workshops. In addition, we are adding, for the first time, several telecourses. These are classes held over the telephone (something like a conference call) that allow you to attend a class every week without the necessity of driving to the class location. These telecourses are especially supportive of people who live outside of the Los Angeles area, and were not able to attend our prior classes because of the distance involved. We have received many emails from around the country expressing interest in our classes and we hope that our telecourse program will help to meet that need. All Class Times Listed Are Pacific As before, we are continuing to offer a wide variety of "in person" classes and workshops at various locations around the Los Angeles area. In the listing below, to read more information on the subject matter of a particular class, click on its Class Title. If you're interested in a class that has already begun, contact us by email at . Some of our classes are ongoing and are designed to accommodate new students joining after the start of the class. Others have a limited admittance once they have begun, but a new class series will often be beginning soon.
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Meeting Day |
Class Title and Teacher |
Enroll Here |
Location |
Fee Per Class |
Mondays 7 to 8 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Jan. 13th | Loving and Respecting Our Children While Giving Them The Discipline They Need - Lucinda White | Enrollment | Telecourse | 4 One Hour Classes - $50 for Series |
Mondays 6 to 7 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Jan. 20th. |
Changing Your Life Through Visualization and Affirmation - Jeff Braucher | Enrollment | Telecourse | 3 One Hour Classes - $40 for Series |
Mondays 6:30 to 8 p.m. Starts Jan. 13th |
Walking - The Complete Exercise - Steve Hamlin | Enrollment | South Pasadena | $25 |
Mondays 8 to 10 p.m. New Class -Starts Jan. 6th |
For Yourself: A Class In Female Sexuality - Patty DeFrancis | Enrollment | South Pasadena | $25 |
Mondays, 7 to 9 p.m. Starts Jan. 6th | A Little Bit of Music - Bill Simpson | Enrollment | Glendale | $25 |
Tuesdays, 7 to 8 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Jan. 14th | The Fundamentals of Conscious Living: Heart & Mind - Bill Simpson | Enrollment | Telecourse | 4 One Hour Classes - $50 for Series |
Tuesdays 7:30 to 9 p.m. Starts Jan. 14th | Reclaiming Your Singing Voice - David Joyce | Enrollment | Reseda | $25 |
Wednesdays, 7 to 8 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Jan. 8th | For Yourself: A Class In Female Sexuality - Patty DeFrancis | Enrollment | Telecourse | 4 One Hour Classes - $50 for Series |
Wednesdays, 6 to 7 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Jan. 15th | The Freedom To Love - Mike Van Dam | Enrollment | Telecourse | 4 One Hour Classes - $50 for Series |
Wednesdays, 7 to 9 p.m. Starts Jan. 8th | Developing a Spiritual Lifestyle: The Fundamentals of Conscious Living - Bill Simpson | Enrollment | Glendale | $25 |
Thursdays, 6 to 7:30 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Jan. 16th | How To Love Yourself - Elaine McBroom | Enrollment | Telecourse | 4 One 1/2 Hour Classes - $75 for Series |
Thursdays, 6 to 7 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Feb. 13th |
Love in Action: Practical Ways to End the Cycle of Violence - Frederick Rule |
Enrollment | Telecourse | 3 One Hour Classes - $40 for Series |
Fridays, 6 to 7 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Jan. 17th | Accepting the Unknown With Love - Tom Rook | Enrollment | Telecourse | 4 One Hour Classes - $50 for Series |
Saturdays, 8:30 to 10 a.m. Starts Jan. 4th | Exploratory Watercolors for Parent and Child - Lucinda White | Enrollment | Pasadena | $25 |
Saturdays, 10:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. New Class Starts Jan. 11 | The Freedom To Love - Mike Van Dam | Enrollment | Pasadena | $25 |
Saturdays, 11 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. New Class Starts Jan. 4 | Getting More Done In Less Time - Jeff Braucher | Enrollment | West Los Angeles | $25 |
Saturdays 1 to 3 p.m. Starts Jan. 4th |
Spiritual Psychology: The Gateway to Healing and Freedom - Juan Girardi |
Enrollment | Pasadena | $25 |
Saturdays 2 to 3 p.m. New Telecourse Starts Jan. 18th | Personal Story Telling - Michael Nye | Enrollment | Telecourse | 3 One Hour Classes - $40 for Series |
Saturdays 3 to 4 p.m. |
Conscious Living Public Lecture Series Jan. 11 - “How To Love Yourself” - Elaine McBroom Feb. 8 - “Love In Action: Ending Violence” - Frederick Rule |
Join Us | Pasadena |
$5 Suggested Donation |
Saturdays 3 to 5 p.m. January 25 and February 1 | Nonjudgment: Aligning Your Life With Love - Simon Kahn | Enrollment | Pasadena | $25 |
Saturdays, 4:30 to 6 p.m. Starts Jan. 4th | Personal Story Telling - Michael Nye | Enrollment | Studio City | $25 |
We encourage you to visit other pages of our web site to learn more about the Conscious Living Foundation and to peruse the wide variety of other classes that will be available soon. | CLF's Classes CLF's Discounts |
Questions: Renewing Our Fundamentals | . |
What am I resisting? |
What is the lesson here? There's a second step that is needed to reinforce the insight gained by asking the first question. In order to really benefit, we have to actually seek out the lesson, demonstrate that we really want to hear, and be willing to follow the often-subtle guidance that comes. |
Have I been here before? |
Am I losing energy to this? |
Am I holding on to something I need to let go of? |
Am I in the present? |
What do I need to do now?
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Who's in control here? |
What is my responsibility here? |
Am I at peace with this? |
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Christmas Story: One Solitary Life |
He was born in an obscure village, |
The Original Christmas Story: Luke 2:1-20 and Matthew 2:1-8 |
Luke 2:1-20 1 In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be enrolled. 2 This was the first enrollment, when Quirinius was governor of Syria. 3 And all went to be enrolled, each to his own city. 4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, 5 to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child. 6 And while they were there, the time came for her to be delivered. 7 And she gave birth to her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. 8 And in that region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear. 10 And the angel said to them, "Be not afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy which will come to all the people; 11 for to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And this will be a sign for you: you will find a babe wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger." 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, 14 "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among men with whom he is pleased!" 15 When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us." 16 And they went with haste, and found Mary and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. 17 And when they saw it they made known the saying which had been told them concerning this child; 18 and all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. 19 But Mary kept all these things, pondering them in her heart. 20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.
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Story: Gift Of The Magi by o. henry |
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim. There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art. Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy. So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet. On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie." "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick," said Della. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty." The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him. "Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?" Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?" Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first." White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat. For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone. But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it." Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
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Article: Abraham Lincoln - An Inspiration To Persist by bill simpson |
We often read about historical figures and their struggles and victories. However, it is often difficult to really feel their feelings and experience the deep heart-aching introspection, doubts and fears that had to be worked with in order to attain their achievements. This process is no different than the one you and I apply to the daily experiences and challenges of our lives. Imagine how you would feel, if the following list of experiences were yours. Imagine the painful details of the internal process you would have to go through, to find the strength to continue. 1816 His family was forced out of their home. He had to work to support them. Is there an experience you're going through that requires some of the courage and persistence that Lincoln found? Certainly his life teaches us that a commitment to move forward, to persist, regardless of all outer obstacles will in the end benefit us. But beyond Lincoln's direct experience of his life, imagine all the people throughout the world for a century and a half that have been inspired, touched and changed by Lincoln's life and example. We cannot know the impact our lives and decisions will have - only that we must decide to do the good as best we can perceive it, and move forward.
Source Unknown, derived in part from Chicken Soup for the Soul Copyright 1993 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
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Article: The Attitude Behind Persistence by kathy lamancusa |
My son Joey was born with club feet. The doctors assured us that with treatment he would be able to walk normally - but would never run very well. The first three years of his life were spent in surgery, casts and braces. By the time he was eight, you wouldn't know he had a problem when you saw him walk. The children in our neighborhood ran around as most children do during play, and Joey would jump right in and run and play, too. We never told him that he probably wouldn't be able to run as well as the other children. So he didn't know. In seventh grade he decided to go out for the cross-country team. Every day he trained with the team. He worked harder and ran more than any of the others - perhaps he sensed that the abilities that seemed to come naturally to so many others did not come naturally to him. Although the entire team runs, only the top seven runners have the potential to score points for the school. We didn't tell him he probably would never make the team, so he didn't know. He continued to run four to five miles a day, every day - even the day he had a 103-degree fever. I was worried, so I went to look for him after school. I found him running all alone. I asked him how he felt. "Okay," he said. He had two more miles to go. The sweat ran down his face and his eyes were glassy from his fever. Yet he looked straight ahead and kept running. We never told him he couldn't run four miles with a 103-degree fever. So he didn't know. Two weeks later, the names of the team runners were called. Joey was number six on the list. Joey had made the team. He was in seventh grade - the other six team members were all eighth- graders, We never told him he shouldn't expect to make the team. We never told him he couldn't do it. We never told him he couldn't do it...so he didn't know. He just did it. From Condensed Chicken Soup for the Soul Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen & Patty Hansen
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News: Two New Teachers Join the Conscious Living Foundation - Patty DeFrancis and Mike Van Dam
Patty's first class with CLF is entitled, "For Yourself - A Class In Female Sexuality"
Patty is offering her class both locally, in South Pasadena and as a telecourse by telephone. In describing her workshop, Patty said, "All of us have different thoughts, attitudes and feelings about our own sexuality. What we experience in all aspects of our lives, is a reflection of our own thoughts and beliefs. Applying this same principle to our sexuality can lead to a new discovery and understanding of who we are as human beings with healthy attitudes, healthy self concepts and healthy sexuality. This class is geared specifically for women only who have not yet experienced an orgasm. If you are "pre-orgasmic" or want to know more about the emotional and physical components that make up this condition, please join us. By the end of our class series you will be empowered to accept and enjoy your own sexuality in a new, healthier and greater way." The Class Titles include:
Patty, after finally awakening to her dissatisfaction with her own sexuality, has spent the last several years learning everything available about the development of healthy sexuality. She has realized that self esteem and a healthy attitude about sex comes from giving ourselves permission to simply love ourselves. She is very passionate about what she has learned and wants to share her knowledge with other women. She has been the Toastmaster for Toastmasters International, Pasadena Chapter, and is an active member of the Metaphysical Church of Religious Science. She has most recently been a "love consultant" for a company that educates women on sexuality. She has also taught on how to journal on Gratitude, Truth, and Courage and is currently writing a book called "Faking It," that tells the story of her own struggle with self esteem and sexuality.
Our Second New Teacher -
Mike Van Dam is beginning his CLF career with a workshop entitled, "The Freedom To Love".
Mike describes his workshop with the following: "This course explores practical methods for clearing inner doubt about yourself, your relationships, your work and your world. Discover how to free yourself from old blocks and patterns and learn again how to manifest your abilities, create and radiate your love and be receptive to your new opportunities.
Michael loves people and loves helping them change their lives for the better. He has been pursuing spiritual understanding and greater awareness for the last twenty years and enjoys sharing with people who have the need and desire to change. Michael has been working with a variety of emotional healing processes over the last seven years and has worked as a healing workshop facilitator, aiding people to clear blocked emotions, move energy and connect with their personal healing needs, love, and personal freedom.
We hope you will enjoy both of our new classes and teachers. |
News: Saturday Afternoon Public Lecture Series Continues! | |
CLF is continuing to offer a 1 hour public lecture series on select Saturday afternoons at 3 p.m. at the Pasadena Church of Religious Science at 277 N. El Molino in Pasadena.
The next meeting in the series will be held on December 28th with a talk entitled "Responsibility and Adventure in a World Without Hope" by Robert Ogilvy. On January 7th we will present a talk entitled "How To Love Yourself" by one of CLF's teachers, Elaine McBroom. And, on February 8th, Frederick Rule will deliver a talk on "Love in Action, Ending The Cycle of Violence". The topics for the remainder of the series will be wide-ranging, informative, inspirational and entertaining. Please watch our web site for details on the talks scheduled for the remainder of January and February. Admission for all talks in this series is on a donation basis - the suggested donation is $5. Although some of our speakers for the series are also teachers within CLF, we are inviting all others who are interested in giving a talk appropriate to our organization to contact us at . Please check our web site regularly for more information. |
News: Our Flood of New Audio and Video Products Continues!
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CLF is continuing to offer an increasing range of audio products. They include:
In addition, we are in the final stages of completing the first in a series of video products, entitled "The Sacred Rivers Of India" - a meditation and visualization experience. If you are interested, please check our Products page on the web site for further updates. |
Collection: The Fundamentals For Life - A Kid's View |
Never trust a dog to watch your food. When you want something expensive, ask your grandparents. Never smart-off to a teacher whose eyes and ears are twitching. Wear a hat when feeding seagulls. Sleep in your clothes so you'll be dressed in the morning. Never try to hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk. Don't flush the toilet when your dad's in the shower. Never ask for anything that costs more than five dollars when your parents are doing taxes. Never bug a pregnant mom. Don't ever be too full for dessert. When your dad is mad and asks you, "Do I look stupid?" don't answer him. Never tell your mom her diet's not working. Don't pick on your sister when she's holding a baseball bat. When you get a bad grade in school, show it to your mom when she's on the phone. Never try to baptize a cat. Never spit when on a roller coaster. Never do pranks at a police station. Beware of cafeteria food when it looks like it's moving. Never tell your little brother that you're not going to do what your mom told you to do. Remember you're never too old to hold your father's hand. Listen to your brain. It has lots of information. Stay away from prunes. Never dare your little brother to paint the family car. Forget the cake, go for the icing.
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Collection: The Fundamentals For Life - An Adult View |
The Way to Happiness
Another Bill of Rights
Words Of Truth
Thoughts To Live By
15 Ways to Enhance Your Day
What I've Learned
Things We Can Learn from a Dog
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