var title = 'LifeLeap Institute Community Yasmar\'s Blog Feed';
		var url = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/index.html';
		var site_url = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community';
		var site_desc = 'Free online spiritual community - get free psychic insights from our members, have discussions with like minded people abouut personal, spiritual growth, spiritual attraction, psychic development, and more';
		var time = 'Mon, 21 May 2012 14:27:01 -0600';

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		data[0]['title'] = '1/9/12 From My Golden Archway Journal';
		data[0]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/1912_from_my_golden_archway_journal_b-18.html';
		data[0]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/1912_from_my_golden_archway_journal_b-18.html';
		data[0]['username'] = 'Yasmar';
		data[0]['blog_id'] = '18';
		data[0]['blog_message'] = '[album]<span style="font-weight: bold">The Grey-Black Horse</span><br />I often fall asleep or wake up with the image of an animal in my mind’s eye. This morning it was a grey-black horse with a big rump facing me, as if walking away with its head turning back towards the left to look at me. <br />Horses are a symbol of travel, power, and freedom. “It has been associated with both burial rites and birth-with individuals riding into and out of the world upon it,” according to Ted Andrews in “Animal Speak, The Spiritual and Magical Powers of Creatures Great &amp; Small”. <br />It could mean that I am feeling constricted and need more freedom. It could be I am walking away from power. <br />Whatever it means, I sense the horse wants to talk to tell me something. Horses have often been associated with mystical powers, and the ability to sense such power in the two-leggeds. <br />In the movie, “The Legends of the Lakota” a mystical horse, who was cast away, and named “The Dung Horse” was nursed to health by a young warrior named “Di...<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/1912_from_my_golden_archway_journal_b-18.html">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[0]['blog_time'] = 'Mon, 09 Jan 2012 23:20:31 -0700';
		

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		data[1]['title'] = 'From My Golden Archway Journal-1/8/12';
		data[1]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/from_my_golden_archway_journal1812_b-17.html';
		data[1]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/from_my_golden_archway_journal1812_b-17.html';
		data[1]['username'] = 'Yasmar';
		data[1]['blog_id'] = '17';
		data[1]['blog_message'] = '<span style="font-weight: bold">1/8/12<br />The beaded turquoise/green purse and the peacock feathers</span><br /><br />I dozed off while watching an art documentary on Ed Hardy, and I dreamt. <br />I had a turquoise and green beaded purse. The colors were brilliant like a peacock’s tail feathers. The purse is typical of what I have in my purse collection. <br />While at a party of a dear friend, Sharon, I lost my purse in her sofa while I dozed off. When I woke up, I searched for the purse within the sofa, and then elsewhere throughout the house. <br />My elbow began to itch, and I looked at it. Growing from my elbow were long turquoise and green feathers! <br />I showed the women at the party my new feathers. Then a gentleman came in, and I told him too. Sharon tenderly chastised me and said, “You don’t need to tell everyone everything.” <br />The lessons learned from the dream are: <br />1) We never really lose anything. All things transform into something new. [Energy is never lost.]  Though you may have lost friends, you gained valuable lessons...<br /> <br /> <a href="http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/from_my_golden_archway_journal1812_b-17.html">[ Continued ]</a>';
		data[1]['blog_time'] = 'Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:12:05 -0700';
		

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		data[2]['title'] = 'My Amethyst Womb';
		data[2]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/my_amethyst_womb_b-15.html';
		data[2]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/my_amethyst_womb_b-15.html';
		data[2]['username'] = 'Yasmar';
		data[2]['blog_id'] = '15';
		data[2]['blog_message'] = 'There is a small amethyst geode beside my bed. When I&#039;ve had a stressful day, I visualize that it cradles me like a fetus in my mother&#039;s womb . The healing I feel from this is gently calm and peaceful. <br />I carry the amethyst womb image with me, and use it throughout the day when it is stressful and feel overwhelmed. <br />I love crystals and use them more and more in my spiritual walk. <br />In the Native American tradition, I carry a small pouch with several crystals in my purse. I recently attended a class on setting up crystal grids for various intentions. <br />When I travel, I am always drawn to crystals and rocks cut in the shape of a heart. I am looking at one right now made of red jasper. I use it to ground myself. I hold the small red jasper heart, and I feel connected to Mother Earth and to all that is. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geodea">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geodea</a><!-- m --> small';
		data[2]['blog_time'] = 'Sat, 17 Dec 2011 00:12:09 -0700';
		

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		data[3]['title'] = 'Real is what I know';
		data[3]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/real_is_what_i_know_b-14.html';
		data[3]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/real_is_what_i_know_b-14.html';
		data[3]['username'] = 'Yasmar';
		data[3]['blog_id'] = '14';
		data[3]['blog_message'] = '12/09/11 In this lunar eclipse I choose to walk forward without regrets, embracing the delightful person that I am, loving all but knowing what I accept as truth is far more real to me than what others expect me to believe. Real is what I know, sense and experience.';
		data[3]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 16 Dec 2011 23:34:10 -0700';
		

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		data[4]['title'] = 'Who was I?';
		data[4]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/who_was_i%CA%94_b-13.html';
		data[4]['url'] = 'http://www.lifeleap.org/community/blog/Yasmar/who_was_i%CA%94_b-13.html';
		data[4]['username'] = 'Yasmar';
		data[4]['blog_id'] = '13';
		data[4]['blog_message'] = '12/15/11<br />As I look towards the future I look towards the past. I realize how much I&#039;ve grown and learned, and I continue to search for all that may help me in my journey. <br />I remember bits of who I was in past lives. It&#039;s not yet all visible to me, and yet I sense a bit of who I was. Perhaps a warrior like Joan of Arc, who I have always admired; a quiet monk meditating at the end of a busy day teaching others the art of meditation; a teacher of the light body, and perhaps an Indian maiden who practiced mysticism as part of daily routine. <br />Sometimes the vision is clear other times they are glimpses of people, flashes of light and color. <br />Liana has taught me many things of Native American mysticism, and I enjoy her teaching. She is compassionate, artful, and intelligent. I respect her knowledge. I look forward to the next Shamanic consciousness class next spring.';
		data[4]['blog_time'] = 'Fri, 16 Dec 2011 23:32:17 -0700';