<?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-6519321470410000292</id><updated>2012-01-19T11:46:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Soliel, Award-Winning Author</title><subtitle type='html'>Join me in the celebration of remarkable synchronicities, those meaningful coincidences, that are lighting our world... Please visit www.marysoliel.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-518922313902938446</id><published>2012-01-02T20:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:21:43.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Angels Do Amazing Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6  style=" font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;On New Year's Eve, I went to bed well after 2 am, and started to set my alarm  so that I could capture sunrise pics on this auspicious first day of  2012. Instead, I asked my angels that if I'm meant to be up to take  these pictures, to please wake me. I just knew to trust. Normally I'm up  very early, but this was an unusually late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later... I was in a deep&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  sleep and suddenly I hear the song "Let the Sunshine In" blasting in my  room. I jolted out of bed, turned the light on, and realized that it  was my favorite birthday musical card from my son and daughter playing. I  still have it out (my birthday was back in October) sitting on top of  my bookshelf because I love it so much, especially because of what my  kids wrote in it. It's one of those cards you have to open to play it,  but it played on its own!!! I immediately looked at at the time and it  was 5:50 am. I then realized what I asked the angels for, just hours  before, and I'm still all tingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share this as a reminder of the gifts and joy that are ours when we work with our angels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-518922313902938446?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/518922313902938446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=518922313902938446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/518922313902938446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/518922313902938446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-angels-do-amazing-things.html' title='Our Angels Do Amazing Things!'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-1036085822495453927</id><published>2011-11-30T14:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:46:45.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Merciful Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6  style="font-weight: normal; font-family:lucida grande;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two  days ago, when driving I heard the words "Angel of Mercy" ("Mercy" by  OneRepublic) at the exact moment I looked at my trip odometer, which  read 444.0! Today, while driving, I heard same song, and these very  words "Angel of Mercy/How did you find me?/How did you pick me up  again?/Angel of Mercy/How did you move me?/Why am I on my feet again?"  all while I suddenly found myself following a truck that had the word  "Elevator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever recall seeing a truck for an elevator  company ever. Yes our merciful angels are always LIFTING US UP on our  feet again! I was truly laughing out loud!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-1036085822495453927?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/1036085822495453927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=1036085822495453927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1036085822495453927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1036085822495453927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-merciful-angels.html' title='Our Merciful Angels'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-7586382338385024831</id><published>2011-08-06T18:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:49:05.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Our Angels Work Through Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msiVGbxBNyI/Tj3X1be0QvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/puHvpkBJnvc/s1600/Seagulls%2Bat%2BSunrise%2BFlorida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msiVGbxBNyI/Tj3X1be0QvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/puHvpkBJnvc/s320/Seagulls%2Bat%2BSunrise%2BFlorida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637899621447779058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 28, a wonderful lady named Cathy requested my friendship on Facebook with a wonderful message of greeting. She shared that she loved my book about synchronicity. Somehow, she was led to me and ordered my book online without really noticing the cover. Her daughter had just asked for a sign of a yellow balloon (mother and daughter were in the practice of asking for signs), and then the book came in the mail. At the end of this message, Cathy mentioned that she had been seeing numbers in double and triplicate. With joy, I went on to accept her friendship. I was her 444th friend! And I knew this connection was destined and blessed. If you read my book, you know there is a yellow balloon on the cover and I specifically discuss the blessed number 444 several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, on July 30, I channeled a personal message from Michael, which I do quite often. On this particular day, he addressed my plans to take his messages on the road, to Albuquerque, Camden, and Austin this Fall. He went on to say "There is a new opportunity, one that you would not have guessed, and we ask you to take advantage of this for it will be fruitful." He reminded me of this over the next couple of days and so I pondered over who would be leading me to where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic was revealed on August 2nd. I had posted an announcement of my talks and workshop in Camden, Maine on my facebook author page. My new friend Cathy immediately commented, "Good Luck Mary, I wish I lived nearer." I felt Michael nudge me to put it out there so I replied that "if you or someone you know can get enough people together, I may be able to come out your way too... putting it out there just in case." I didn't even know where Cathy lived, I was just following  Michael's urging and trusting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a rapid facebook message exchange, Cathy and I shared thoughts about the possibility of visiting, as it turned out, Pennsylvania, and presenting an evening talk and workshop there. Being impatient, I just couldn't wait to share what Michael said about my surprise destination. I did feel it important for her to know, though, that I would be speaking mostly about Michael's messages and asked whether people in her community would be open to channeled messages. She wrote back that I'm going to be laughing hard (and that AA Michael is already laughing) because Michael is basically the patron of her meditation class, that they give a shout out to him at the beginning of each gathering. Okay, this just has to happen, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told her meditation teacher, Loretta, what happened, and Loretta spoke an enthusiastic yes, to get me there. So by the next day, it was a done deal and we already confirmed the dates. I was overjoyed by so many expressions of wonderfully welcoming hospitality expressed by Cathy and Loretta. And then came another unfolding manifestation of another preview given by Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loretta immediately started planning ways to promote my visit. On August 5th, she wrote me that she was going to check with a local tv studio about a possible interview with me, and may contact the ABC affiliate too. My jaw dropped as I simultaneously recalled the other part of that original personal message from Michael on July 30th. He said, "You are going to be on television and from there your impact will grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this occurred in about one week's time. I share this not only in celebration of the miraculous occurrences here, but also as a demonstration of what happens when we follow guidance. It is magical and can change our lives on a dime. So many of us, myself included, have been stuck and frustrated for years regarding getting our work out there and fulfilling our purpose and dreams. But those times are soon to be distant memories.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As we raise our vibrations, the flow is far outweighing those ebbs.&lt;/span&gt; Special heart-felt thanks to Cathy and Loretta for your beautiful participation in this unfolding. I also feel such gratitude for my hosts in Austin and Camden, with Fran, Mia, and Margaret, also with amazing stories of miraculous unfoldings and such incredibly warm reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awe-inspiring synchronicity just occurred. I'm presently sitting at Starbucks writing this blog, and just as I finished, a man just walked back and forth a couple of times. Something drew me to look at him. As he walked by the third time on his way out, I "got it." I noticed that on his blue t-shirt were four small, white seagulls in flight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've promoted all four of my tour destinations this Fall each with a flying seagull&lt;/span&gt;. Incredible. JOY!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Up4Xpt1UNSw/Tj2gOIxWr2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BMGZAVklrDs/s1600/ZiaJersey_LS_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Up4Xpt1UNSw/Tj2gOIxWr2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BMGZAVklrDs/s320/ZiaJersey_LS_0800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637838473270832994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The synchronicities didn't stop this morning! This was meant to be the end of my post, but the magic continued on through the day. I was leaving the Starbucks parking lot when I saw a license plate that had the key letters of the city name I'll be visiting in Pennsylvania. Then as I drove from Starbucks to the post office, I was thinking that I should share the above mentioned synchronicities at my upcoming speaking engagement in New Mexico. Just then, I see a man riding his bike with a yellow shirt displaying the famous New Mexico Zia symbol (the ancient sun symbol of the Zia Native Americans) which I love. I got to the post office to ship some books and flyers for the events, and the post lady said, "Wow, that comes to $8.88!" She said that 8 is a favorite number of Asian people. I said yes, they believe it symbolizes money and wealth. But, of course, an 8 on it's side is the infinity symbol as well. I told her about numbers in triplicate being powerful, and she said at least four times, "I've got chills." Which was neat, because this lady works with numbers all day! They all know me at the post office as I often ship books and other products, but I never told them that it was my book that I'm always sending until now. I explained that I have a chapter in there about numbers, as I am kind of a number freak. Then the guy working next to her, hearing all of this, said to me, well it looks like your book is going to make a lot of money. They were so sweet and were very interested in the whole concept that numbers carry meaning.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxyABdct1L4/Tj3WxbvXIuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SDbg97WWXFc/s1600/images-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sxyABdct1L4/Tj3WxbvXIuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SDbg97WWXFc/s320/images-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637898453286068962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I left the post office, I followed a car with a Maine license plate toward home (don't see too many of those in Colorado). Once I returned home, I thought, I saw signs of three of the four locations I'll be traveling to in just the four miles I drove. But what happened to Texas? This all started with Austin! So I imagined receiving a sign, something about that adage, "Everything is big in Texas." Two hours later, I got on the expressway, and right away there is a truck with "Big Tex" on it! Okay, the day is complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnUdpWu_3Sg/Tj3XYjU-ViI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kFYXegD4I6w/s1600/%2BBig_Tex_Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnUdpWu_3Sg/Tj3XYjU-ViI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kFYXegD4I6w/s320/%2BBig_Tex_Logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637899125337773602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for going on and on in my longest blog post ever. However, I felt this was a great example of the ways that our angels and synchronicity itself can bless and validate our paths, showing us that we are heading the right way.Such blessings and validations are ours, for each and every one of us. It's a matter of being open and aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos: Seagull photo: original from kewlwallpapers.com. Special effects/editing by Mary Soliel; Zia symbol biking shirt: from gearingupbikes.com. Maine pic: from maine.gov. Big Tex pic: rentztrailers.com.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: September 14, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loretta called me to say she did, indeed, get me booked for a live television interview while in Pennsylvania. How blessed is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-7586382338385024831?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/7586382338385024831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=7586382338385024831' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7586382338385024831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7586382338385024831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-our-angels-work-through-us.html' title='How Our Angels Work Through Us!'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msiVGbxBNyI/Tj3X1be0QvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/puHvpkBJnvc/s72-c/Seagulls%2Bat%2BSunrise%2BFlorida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-4360354374751592062</id><published>2011-07-11T16:18:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:18:09.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7/11/11 Synchronicities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkms4xfMJTo/Tht43hCGQXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/smQqIpEy2YA/s1600/IMG00032-20110711-1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkms4xfMJTo/Tht43hCGQXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/smQqIpEy2YA/s200/IMG00032-20110711-1157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628225054484873586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, people were talking about this powerful date today of 7/11/11, or as people in other parts of the world refer to it: 11/7/11! It's a great day to think especially positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plenty to do at home, but was so glad that my daughter suggested we go for a drive, because that was when the synchronicities really began. When walking out to the car, I see on a driveway a piece of trash that the terrible storm last night drew forth. Of all the possible millions of pieces of trash it could have been, it was the packaging for a money clip, and it had a picture of hundred dollar bills on it. It's not the prettiest pic, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the car and soon started following a red "bug" Volkswagen for quite a distance going the same way as us, with the license plate 888. And well, you probably already know, and especially if you've read my posts, 8 is the money number. With two kids in college this Fall, these signs gave me feelings of relief that everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVnSaO4kpTU/Tht69-5HYgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vkpISNGvl3I/s1600/IMG00027-20110711-1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVnSaO4kpTU/Tht69-5HYgI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vkpISNGvl3I/s200/IMG00027-20110711-1110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628227364602733058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little bit later, I noticed that the odometer on my car read 144,444 at an auspicious time: 11:11 am. So all in all, a pretty synchronistic morning. I could have easily not noticed or dismissed any of these signs, but I've trained myself to notice just as many of you have. For instance, I could have just thrown the piece of trash without looking at it, and considering the message there. And doesn't it make life grand to recognize synchronicity?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-4360354374751592062?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/4360354374751592062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=4360354374751592062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4360354374751592062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4360354374751592062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/07/71111-synchronicities.html' title='7/11/11 Synchronicities'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkms4xfMJTo/Tht43hCGQXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/smQqIpEy2YA/s72-c/IMG00032-20110711-1157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-5083110072305151687</id><published>2011-06-06T08:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:00:18.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading the magic and love through bumper stickers!</title><content type='html'>Now available! Please go to: &lt;a href="http://marysoliel.com/new-bumper-stickers_289.html"&gt;www.marysoliel.com&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Djm-1zRoF48/TezqThGEvaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PAxKRc82g2Y/s1600/TC19928402-21-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Djm-1zRoF48/TezqThGEvaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PAxKRc82g2Y/s200/TC19928402-21-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615120456446426530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAniqkck2uU/TezqHxZWRiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PEsNPol0Ht0/s1600/TC19928376-26-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PAniqkck2uU/TezqHxZWRiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PEsNPol0Ht0/s200/TC19928376-26-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615120254663804450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMg0yS254jo/TezqY-t9EhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/u8lQIDAytA4/s1600/TC19928348-16-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMg0yS254jo/TezqY-t9EhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/u8lQIDAytA4/s200/TC19928348-16-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615120550297670162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3h8sip8sjfY/TezqN9LLGpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SdVZ3eAahiI/s1600/TC19693170-18-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 60px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3h8sip8sjfY/TezqN9LLGpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SdVZ3eAahiI/s200/TC19693170-18-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615120360904792722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-5083110072305151687?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/5083110072305151687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=5083110072305151687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5083110072305151687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5083110072305151687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/06/spreading-magic-and-love-through-bumper.html' title='Spreading the magic and love through bumper stickers!'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Djm-1zRoF48/TezqThGEvaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PAxKRc82g2Y/s72-c/TC19928402-21-330-400-29-14-ChildTemplate.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-182787836113138849</id><published>2011-06-04T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T10:49:28.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGr2IaTH_zI/Tephv0YtNII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w5Srl86H4J0/s1600/P6020438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGr2IaTH_zI/Tephv0YtNII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w5Srl86H4J0/s200/P6020438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614407359614760066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a unicorn cloud jumping out of the Grand Teton peak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Mary Soliel: The Grand Tetons, June 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-182787836113138849?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/182787836113138849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=182787836113138849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/182787836113138849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/182787836113138849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-that-unicorn-cloud-jumping-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGr2IaTH_zI/Tephv0YtNII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w5Srl86H4J0/s72-c/P6020438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2155159201999877805</id><published>2011-05-25T07:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:36:54.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I went to a coffee shop on a recent morning to work on my Angel's E-Course (coming this Fall!). My focus was on how angels work with and through synchronicity. For example, while driving they may whisper to "Look Now," in order for you to catch a sign. After a few hours, I heard Michael's whisper to "Leave Now!" I always listen to that because I know that some wonderful synchronicities are in store!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" jsid="text"&gt;Now given that I was just writing about catching  meaningful numbers (such as 444, known as the angel's sign of the power  of God's love) on license plates and noticing birds flying above or in  front of your car when you are having a signific&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ant  thought, this is what occurred: As I backed out my car, the first car  coming toward me has a 444 license plate, the next 456, and the next car  after that I saw 345. Numbers in ascending order tell me I'm on the  right track. Then, at the first light I stopped at, swallows were flying  over our cars as well as many flying insects. Lots of nature action! I  don't recall seeing swallows there before. Well maybe they found a new  home, but the point is this was unusual, and very synchronistic with  what I just wrote about. Love our Angels and Synchronicity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2155159201999877805?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2155159201999877805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2155159201999877805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2155159201999877805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2155159201999877805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-went-to-coffee-shop-on-recent-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-7512814744281461392</id><published>2011-05-09T14:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:46:07.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Love Mistakes! Well, sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;For  those who have read "I Can See Clearly Now": Remember that  synchronicity I had regarding buying the Carl Jung figure and the  receipt showing I paid nearly a million in cash (see pic)? Well, I  happened upon that pic yesterday, and this morning I was reflec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FU0T7JNCP8o/TchSLCUcUQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cf12Bg4Zr28/s1600/STA71137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FU0T7JNCP8o/TchSLCUcUQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cf12Bg4Zr28/s200/STA71137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604820085817233666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;ting on  the experience. I got someone else's bank statement just now and opened  it (not realizing it wasn't mine) and the balance was about $440,000!  Synchronistic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Blogger couldn't take my scan of the receipt. To see a clear image, please go to facebook, and search the page "Mary Soliel, Author.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-7512814744281461392?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/7512814744281461392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=7512814744281461392' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7512814744281461392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7512814744281461392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-how-i-love-mistakes.html' title='Oh How I Love Mistakes! Well, sometimes...'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FU0T7JNCP8o/TchSLCUcUQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cf12Bg4Zr28/s72-c/STA71137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2570194582339257837</id><published>2011-04-28T17:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:56:14.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's It! I'm Officially Over-The-Top Obsessed With Numbers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoZy5BRHoXs/Tbn9nwlj20I/AAAAAAAAAEI/gCYy3jqkzL0/s1600/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoZy5BRHoXs/Tbn9nwlj20I/AAAAAAAAAEI/gCYy3jqkzL0/s320/images-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600786471111088962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;When driving into  Boulder recently, the car in front of us had the license plate 887. I  noticed looking in the rear view mirror that the car directly behind us also had the license plate 887! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just as I shared this with my  fellow passengers, a big yellow bus pulled up in front of us in the next  lane... yes, with the license plate 887! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I've seen two cars with the  same numbers several times before, but never seeing three, all at the  same time completely surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a  second notable synchronicity with the same three people in the car: A few days before, we picked up my  friend from the airport an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d   saw triplicate numbers all over the place, just in those first few   miles. This friend is well aware of my number obsessions. The best part   was when we found ourselves following a car with the license plate 777.   And she asked "What does 777 mean, and again, what does 111 mean?" As   I'm telling her, my daughter says "Mom, look at the time!" It was 1:11. Then   my friend said, "Watch, this next car (coming up on our left) will be   444." And it was! Yes, I flipped out with excitement. As that is a 1 in 1000 chance... ♥ Can anyone figure out for me the odds of the first scenario happening? Is it 1 in 100,000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: pic is not from the actual event. Photo credit: olavsplates.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2570194582339257837?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2570194582339257837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2570194582339257837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2570194582339257837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2570194582339257837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/04/thats-it-im-officially-over-top.html' title='That&apos;s It! I&apos;m Officially Over-The-Top Obsessed With Numbers!'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoZy5BRHoXs/Tbn9nwlj20I/AAAAAAAAAEI/gCYy3jqkzL0/s72-c/images-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-3549104297925961360</id><published>2011-01-01T07:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T08:00:01.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On this day, I wish you a fabulous 2011! My new book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Michael's Clarion Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, will be available on 1/11/11 on Amazon Kindle! For more information, please visit my website, &lt;a href="http://www.marysoliel.com/"&gt;www.marysoliel.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-3549104297925961360?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/3549104297925961360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=3549104297925961360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3549104297925961360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3549104297925961360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011!'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-6011393121469014400</id><published>2010-12-01T12:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:00:00.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;While driving the other day, I saw an incredibly wide rainbow around the sun! I thought to myself,  "I hope it will last," as I wanted to get home in time to take a  picture. As soon as I said that, Whitney Houston sang these words on the  radio: "Enjoy it now, 'cause it won't last." I kept looking at it for several miles and was nearly home. But sure enough, w&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;hen I returned home it was suddenly almost completely gone. Even though I was a bit disappointed, the synchronicity was stunning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-6011393121469014400?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/6011393121469014400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=6011393121469014400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/6011393121469014400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/6011393121469014400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/12/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2085485949264743025</id><published>2010-11-01T12:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:43:11.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/TMoq2klSVgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ujJpRqQchhU/s1600/PA250479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/TMoq2klSVgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ujJpRqQchhU/s320/PA250479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533282209199445506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In previous posts, I have mentioned what I refer to as "The Lucky Truck" since it has shamrocks on it, and I come across it often at the most opportune times, synchronistically speaking. I see it on the road from time to time as it delivers food to various restaurants in the area. Last week while sitting in my family room, I saw The Lucky Truck drive by. It had absolutely no business on my street, and it quickly turned around and parked across my street for about three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll consider that a good sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2085485949264743025?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2085485949264743025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2085485949264743025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2085485949264743025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2085485949264743025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/11/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/TMoq2klSVgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ujJpRqQchhU/s72-c/PA250479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-936763694529653937</id><published>2010-10-01T12:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:58:14.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One morning this month, my Amazon Bestsellers Rank, which changes every hour, was #99,888. The next hour it was #111,444! Thank you Universe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-936763694529653937?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/936763694529653937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=936763694529653937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/936763694529653937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/936763694529653937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/10/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-7660033203925281502</id><published>2010-09-01T12:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:15:26.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 face="verdana" style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(105, 105, 105);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;"  ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;On   Monday, a truck hit the electrical wires on our street which  completely  brought down the telephone pole right next to our property  and all the  connecting wires and cables, a mess everywhere and much  damage to  repair. Then after the energy company removed the wires from  the truck, and  the driver took down another set of wires and pole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Amazingly,  everyone was a-okay, including our dog who was right by the  dropped  lines in our yard. What was the "symbolism" or message? I feel  it was  that things are "falling" (as they are, such as the economy) And  we  will all be fine. I already firmly know that in my heart, but since   this happened, I thought I should share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-7660033203925281502?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/7660033203925281502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=7660033203925281502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7660033203925281502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7660033203925281502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/09/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2353749335949150150</id><published>2010-08-01T12:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:00:00.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>I was reading Barack Obama's facebook page the other day and noticed that his birth date is 8/4/1961. When I added up those numbers (8+4+1+9+6+1=29) to get his numerological life path number, I found he was a 29/11 (add 2 + 9 = 11).&lt;br /&gt;No surprise, a master number (11, 22 or 33) for one who becomes president. 11 represents illumination and is he not presiding over our country in the most illuminating time in the history of our world? Learning this made me curious about Michelle Obama's birth date as well. She was born on 1/17/1964. That is a 29/11 too! Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Not only is it incredibly rare that a couple would share the same life path number combination, but there is something even more meaningful and fascinating: the combination of 11:11!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2353749335949150150?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2353749335949150150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2353749335949150150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2353749335949150150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2353749335949150150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/08/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-3733719405869312125</id><published>2010-07-01T12:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:00:01.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>So what's with the 2's? ... This morning I saw two men walking together, each with an orange polo shirt and blue jeans. Then about ten minutes later, I saw a couple both in blue shirts and khaki pants. All while seeing 2 and 22 several times. What does this mean? Not sure yet, an unfolding of sorts, perhaps. But 2 means duality, yin and yang, or balance of opposites, and 22 means master builder... hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-3733719405869312125?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/3733719405869312125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=3733719405869312125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3733719405869312125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3733719405869312125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/07/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-1158555091269608262</id><published>2010-06-01T12:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:00:02.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation of synchronicities described in last month's entry below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of May 20, I was guided to do something that would significantly add to the sudden piling up of expenses I was incurring throughout the month. When driving an hour or so later, and as I approached a roundabout, I synchronistically met up with a money truck. I drove about a half mile more, and just as I was turning right, the oncoming car turning in immediately after me had the license plate 888. Just as I completed the turn, eight Canadian geese flew right over my car. Although I was already quite convinced that I needed to follow guidance, this was a beautiful set of validations from the Universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-1158555091269608262?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/1158555091269608262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=1158555091269608262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1158555091269608262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1158555091269608262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/06/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-7410916444313968835</id><published>2010-05-01T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:50:25.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>On one February morning, I was confronted with a huge and unexpected financial loss. Just a short time after learning of what I was faced with, I went to Vitamin Cottage, a local health food store. I paid for and picked up my groceries, walked a few steps, and nearly ran into a man who drives a money truck. I intuitively felt that this was a sign that I not worry about my finances. I proceeded to see the number combination 888 on license plates, especially, over the next few days, and, of course, numerologically speaking, 8 is the money number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days later, my daughter and I were walking out of Kohls' and a money truck which had stopped at a stop sign by the parking lot crossing started to drive forward, but then suddenly saw us, braking abruptly (again nearly "running into money").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late April, I went to Whole Foods, and again on my way out of the store I literally almost ran into another man who drives a money truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, I went to pick up a few things back at Vitamin Cottage and as I'm placing the groceries on the counter for purchase, I heard a man say, "This is my first time here, where do I go?" Had he not said anything I would not have looked up as I was busy with the groceries. Since I thought it was strange what he said, I looked up and it was yet another man who drives a money truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is not normal for me to literally (nearly) run into people. In fact, it is extremely rare. I also rarely see these men who drive money trucks close up. Suddenly I'm not only seeing them, but even nearly running into them. These signs have helped me relax about the illusion of my financial "woes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-7410916444313968835?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/7410916444313968835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=7410916444313968835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7410916444313968835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7410916444313968835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/04/synchronicity-of-month_24.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-5544601805246289381</id><published>2010-04-01T12:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:50:02.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>The prevalence of 2s and red and white...&lt;br /&gt;On a day in mid-March, I went to the post office and saw two shiny new red Volkswagen beetles parked right next to each other. I saw a man about to get into one of the beetles and I said, "wow, you planned that well." And he said "I didn't plan that." So I said, "How coincidental!" (ha ha) The prevalence of red and white cars was so prevalent everywhere I went.  Such as I'd be at a stop light and in every direction were almost all red and white cars (except mine). To me the color white represents the Divine and the color red signals alert/emergency/something is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to pick up my daughter from school since she was not feeling well. Just when she got in the car, I pointed to the sky noting there were two jets very high in the sky that looked like they were going to hit each other, and they crisscrossed each other. I drove up about 100 - 200 feet and in another part of the sky there were three planes coming to a point, again. It was strange. We looked around and saw no other planes in the whole sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, my horoscope on this day read: "Fasten your seatbelt and put your tray-table in the upright position.  Some serious turbulence is en route, and bracing yourself before it  happens is the only way to get through it. Even if you don't emerge from  the experience totally unscathed, you'll definitely be a lot better off  than some of your unprepared friends. You can try warning them, by the  way, but don't expect them to take you seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the car and continued to notice the prevalence of red and white cars. I know this seems strange to notice--I'm not usually this aware of the color of cars. But the cars behind me and at a distance were more blues, blacks, etc, but always in front of me or at intersections, red and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a drive, as drives always make her feel better. When on the expressway, I saw two yellow beetles perfectly in line coming toward us as I pointed out to my daughter. Hmmm, two red beetles right next to each other and now two yellow beetles. At the same moment I'm pointing this out, my daughter's telling me to look up at the overpass. There were two red and white heart shaped signs for the viewing of expressway travelers. One said "Heal the World" and the other said "Expect a Miracle."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-5544601805246289381?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/5544601805246289381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=5544601805246289381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5544601805246289381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5544601805246289381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/04/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-8076618350320151106</id><published>2010-03-01T12:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:20:10.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One afternoon in February, my daughter and I were pleasantly surprised to see a cloud in the sky that was in the perfect shape of a jet plane. If that weren’t enough, right below the cloud was the same image but that cloud wasn’t as dense but yet it was nearly exactly the same shape. The clouds each looked just like a jet with a very well defined tail. We watched with amazement as about a half minute later the clouds quickly dissipated in just seconds, and there were hardly any remnants left of the clouds! Obviously, there was a message here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if it was a sign that I was going to fly off somewhere, but had no plans to travel until summer. Yet four days later, I found myself booking an unexpected trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-8076618350320151106?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/8076618350320151106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=8076618350320151106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/8076618350320151106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/8076618350320151106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/03/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2733705640549281853</id><published>2010-02-01T12:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:00:00.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>In mid-January I was walking to the store, and I had this thought/feeling that my family and I would be traveling to France, which is something I have wanted to do for many years. Just as I became in touch with that, I heard a mother and father yelling out to their kids as they headed toward the store, and I was quite sure they were speaking in French. Then, when I entered the store, I immediately noticed that the song playing on the overhead speakers was in French! Now how often do you hear French songs with French lyrics playing in grocery stores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we live near Boulder, Colorado, and, unfortunately, you just don't hear too many people speaking other languages here. So I just had to verify they were indeed speaking this language, because if so, this was a very strong message, don't you think? So I walked toward the couple, and still wasn't absolutely sure so I flat out asked them if they were speaking French. Yes, they said. They were French-Canadian and had lovely accents. Is this a sign that we're going to France? Don't know how, when, or any of the circumstances, but let's just say that was one enjoyable set of synchronicities, and I'm on the lookout for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2733705640549281853?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2733705640549281853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2733705640549281853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2733705640549281853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2733705640549281853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2010/02/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-6429715308897171589</id><published>2010-01-01T12:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:04:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>Ever since I began putting my energies toward buying our new home, one that felt so incredibly destined for us to live in, I kept having signs regarding "The Wizard of Oz." We even went to see "Wicked," the musical in Denver, during this period of time. To me, the Oz signs mean "there's no place like home," and for the first time in about five years I felt we were going to live somewhere that would really feel like home for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, when I was going through a very trying time, I coped as well as I could telling myself to stay focused on what's coming, the upcoming move. On one particularly difficult day, I told myself to get in the car and go drive by our soon-to-be new home. When I was just a block away from turning onto my street, I saw a car with the license plate's abbreviated word meaning, "Auntie Em." Now if you know me or read my book, you know that I look to license plates, among so many other things, for signs. But I have never seen a plate that referred to this wonderful movie. Needless to say, it brought a big smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days later, I walked out of the health food store and saw a car with the personalized plate referring to "Ruby Slippers." Within two days, I saw two plates referring to "The Wizard of Oz." Yep, there's no place like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-6429715308897171589?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/6429715308897171589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=6429715308897171589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/6429715308897171589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/6429715308897171589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/01/synchronicity-of-month_01.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-4646874379992147114</id><published>2009-12-01T12:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:00:00.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>In mid-November, I experienced one of my most difficult and stressful days ever. Strangely, I was hit with one shocking problem after another throughout the day. It was also a day that presented tremendous growth potential, as I was greatly challenged. The final hurdle ended at about 1 a.m. the next morning, and just minutes after learning that my hugest stress of the day had ended, we were at a traffic light on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we felt the relief and celebrated the positive outcome, a pick-up truck with "44444" on the license plate pulled alongside our car. I've written many times that "444" is the angels' sign of the power of God's love. And here there were five "4's." As soon as we took notice, the car made a U-turn. It was especially powerful that the truck appeared for just long enough to see the numbers, and then went the opposite way. Yes, it was a great way to end this difficult day, knowing we were being watched over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-4646874379992147114?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/4646874379992147114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=4646874379992147114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4646874379992147114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4646874379992147114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/12/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-8059478358849533040</id><published>2009-11-14T22:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:14:16.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Website Receives Special Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sv-NluTuQWI/AAAAAAAAADg/jmq4r-A0wB0/s1600-h/angelaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sv-NluTuQWI/AAAAAAAAADg/jmq4r-A0wB0/s200/angelaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404193757093314914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I'm delighted and honored that my website &lt;a href="http://www.marysoliel.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.marysoliel.com&lt;/a&gt; has just received The Angel Whisperers Angel Site Award, through Dr. Kelli Jansen, &lt;a href="http://www.theangelwhispers.org/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.theangelwhispers.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Dr. Kelli, for the beautiful recognition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-8059478358849533040?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/8059478358849533040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=8059478358849533040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/8059478358849533040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/8059478358849533040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-website-receives-special-award.html' title='My Website Receives Special Award'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sv-NluTuQWI/AAAAAAAAADg/jmq4r-A0wB0/s72-c/angelaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-1241236885032768712</id><published>2009-11-04T11:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:20:00.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>I have a favorite new expression: "M &amp;amp; M's." I'm not talking about those candy coated chocolates. When I interviewed psychic Michael Dennis on new my radio talk show, he said the angels were showing him "M &amp;amp; M's" regarding me, that I would be receiving "Magic and Miracles." I told Michael that was so funny because I kept hearing or seeing "M &amp;amp; M's" lately. Such as when my best friend came to town for a visit,  she really likes M &amp;amp; Ms so I bought her some. Then I kept seeing both first and last names that begin with M's. Everything was M &amp;amp; Ms for several days and ever since that radio show I've been seeing even more of them everywhere.  And I have been receiving magic and miracles, as well. May you too have many "M &amp;amp; M's" in your life, the non-candy variety...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-1241236885032768712?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/1241236885032768712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=1241236885032768712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1241236885032768712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1241236885032768712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/11/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2789128683308380268</id><published>2009-10-01T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:00:02.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>Signs come from just about anything, even colors. I had forgotten that until I kept seeing yellow trucks everywhere I went over a period of a few days. Normally, I don't see many yellow trucks, do you? But I'd leave the house and see one and then just when I'd reach my destination I'd see another. They never had logos on them, just yellow trucks of various sizes. Then at one point, while waiting at a light, a "Sol" beer van pulled along right alongside my own car. See April '09's Synchronicity of the Month for another sign with the same vehicle. With that big happy sun as a logo, I definitely took it as another good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, yellow symbolizes a burst of spiritual sunshine and it's a joyful color to me. I recall though when I was preparing to have my first baby and because I didn't know the sex, I painted the nursery yellow only to find out just days later that experts claimed that yellow makes babies cry. I didn't buy that though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2789128683308380268?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2789128683308380268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2789128683308380268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2789128683308380268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2789128683308380268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/09/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-1498216355272003371</id><published>2009-09-01T12:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:00:03.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>One morning I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowingness&lt;/span&gt; to get in the car. I didn't know why but I trusted my gut. I felt led to drive a mile from my house toward my bank. At a stop light, I suddenly saw right in front of me a bunch of small, rectangular pastel-colored papers flying in the air. When I questioned myself whether it was "Monopoly" money, because that's exactly what it looked like, just then, I looked to the left, and the wind caused by cars driving by blew over a game board cover with the word "Monopoly"! The money was flying everywhere as cars drove over it. It was a strange, yet incredible sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the light turned green and I drove this same path, I saw in my rear view mirror how money was kicked up into the air in the trail behind me. It was quite a sight. Whenever I imagine financial abundance, I see money falling on me from above, so this was a stunning visual in my present reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-1498216355272003371?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/1498216355272003371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=1498216355272003371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1498216355272003371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1498216355272003371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/08/synchronicity-of-month_23.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-5094830017326911433</id><published>2009-08-01T12:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:52:44.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SnOtP5ShuEI/AAAAAAAAADY/3H1KeAKM1WQ/s1600-h/DSCN0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SnOtP5ShuEI/AAAAAAAAADY/3H1KeAKM1WQ/s320/DSCN0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364822069716564034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our skies are talking to us and giving us messages of hope, love, and guidance... such as this "heart" cloud we saw during our recent trip to New Mexico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-5094830017326911433?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/5094830017326911433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=5094830017326911433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5094830017326911433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5094830017326911433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/08/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SnOtP5ShuEI/AAAAAAAAADY/3H1KeAKM1WQ/s72-c/DSCN0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-4154993736058696408</id><published>2009-07-08T08:38:00.030-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:09:02.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson in the Clouds in Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SlSv6cZ_3OI/AAAAAAAAACo/W9ROVP5DYr0/s1600-h/101_PANA_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SlSv6cZ_3OI/AAAAAAAAACo/W9ROVP5DYr0/s400/101_PANA_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356099275442871522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo by Jim Bassett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend Maria Weber sent me a picture that her husband Jim took of a sunset two days after Michael Jackson died. When she saw it in the camera display, she saw the image of Michael Jackson in those clouds. It took me a minute and once I saw what she saw, I had no question this was him saying "hello" to the world, that he was fine, and wanted us all to know that. I was completely stunned by this photo and hope that many, especially those who are grieving his departure, will see it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To see him in the photograph above, first note that his figure is seen horizontally. Now tilt your head to the left and look for one of the darkest parts of the image just slightly left and upward from the center of the photograph. That is MJ's hair (the rounded dark part that frames what is his face). Once you see that, you see his face (he seems to be smiling), left arm, length of body, legs, and even angel wings. Then notice his right arm in orange extending out, he's holding it straight above him, like he used to do when greeting or exiting, or in the midst of a dance routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you haven't yet, please read my July 1st Synchronicity of the Month below this post regarding Michael Jackson. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; waking with one of his songs on my lips each and every morning and continue to "hear" it often, at times constant, throughout the day. Never before have I experienced anything like this. It is cluing me in to the powerful messages being sent to us since his death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you Jim and Maria for allowing me to post your incredible picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-4154993736058696408?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/4154993736058696408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=4154993736058696408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4154993736058696408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4154993736058696408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-in-clouds-in-colorado.html' title='Michael Jackson in the Clouds in Colorado'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SlSv6cZ_3OI/AAAAAAAAACo/W9ROVP5DYr0/s72-c/101_PANA_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-4468962451818130164</id><published>2009-07-01T12:00:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:43:29.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have no doubt that many people in the world are experiencing synchronicities regarding Michael Jackson since his passing. Although I wasn't a huge follower of his music, I always greatly appreciated his extraordinary talent. On the afternoon he died, I was out driving and heard the words "heart attack" clearly in my mind, and it took my breath away for a moment. Was there something wrong with me? I seemed fine. Why did I hear those words? When I got home, I understood what that message was about. I was shocked by the growing news reports I saw online that Michael Jackson had suffered cardiac arrest, and then died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his death, I've heard his music in my head so often. This morning, I woke with the words from "Human Nature" on my lips, and am still hearing it hours later. Again, I wasn't a big fan, and I didn't normally think of his songs. But after he died, I felt a deep desire to learn more about him, to understand what was really going on in his life, beyond the rumors, scandals, and sensationalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the televised interview the following day with the spiritual leader, Deepak Chopra, who was close friends with Michael, it opened a window to that understanding. Because I feel there are so many messages being sent to us right now through his passing about love vs. hate, about suffering, about judgment and how we treat each other, about truth and how things aren't always what they seem, and much more. These synchronicities and feelings I've been experiencing are prompting me to be really open to hearing the messages being communicated. I feel that many people are feeling the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As described in my book, sometimes we get glimpses of the future through synchronicities. It may be a sign through nature, it may be through the words of others, it may be heard as a gentle whisper from above; there are endless ways to receive these glimpses, and your constant awareness will allow you to be on the receiving end of these messages. At times the previews are happy, although other times they are very sad or tragic, and thus prepare you for a potential blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-4468962451818130164?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/4468962451818130164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=4468962451818130164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4468962451818130164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4468962451818130164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/06/synchronicity-of-month_29.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-3279125368065590202</id><published>2009-05-17T05:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:13:20.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd National Book Award Win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sg_8yKMubOI/AAAAAAAAACg/d2HzlVE4zdg/s1600-h/IEx_goldoval_finalist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sg_8yKMubOI/AAAAAAAAACg/d2HzlVE4zdg/s320/IEx_goldoval_finalist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336762022118714594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Can See Clearly Now&lt;/span&gt; won its third national book award, an "Indie" Finalist in the category of "Spirituality" (National Indie Excellence 2009 Awards).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-3279125368065590202?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/3279125368065590202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=3279125368065590202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3279125368065590202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3279125368065590202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/05/3rd-national-book-award-win.html' title='3rd National Book Award Win!'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sg_8yKMubOI/AAAAAAAAACg/d2HzlVE4zdg/s72-c/IEx_goldoval_finalist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2671031196804211958</id><published>2009-05-01T12:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:00:01.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My kids and I were back in Florida this April visiting my parents, and again we visited the beach a couple of times. Soon after we made our first visit, we “put it out there” that we would see something (marine animal) we’ve never seen before, something that would be a nice surprise. About two minutes later, five stingrays appeared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;et from where we were walking along the beach. That was the first time we ever saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; stingrays in the Florida Gulf, or anywhere in the “wild,” for that matter. Then we saw eleven together. And we saw more again and again throughout the day. It was a wonderful reminder to just ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SfkDE5k0iZI/AAAAAAAAACY/bxuIVf2SvZw/s1600-h/STA71797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SfkDE5k0iZI/AAAAAAAAACY/bxuIVf2SvZw/s320/STA71797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330295016679311762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e went back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o the Gulf to watch the sunset one evening, my daughter again asked for a “happy surprise,” something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she hadn’t yet seen in the ocean. Minutes later, she found a brittle star (see picture—unfortunately, we lost the stingray photos). Then five minutes later we saw another one. We had never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seen a brittle star before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2671031196804211958?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2671031196804211958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2671031196804211958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2671031196804211958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2671031196804211958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/04/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SfkDE5k0iZI/AAAAAAAAACY/bxuIVf2SvZw/s72-c/STA71797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-801087610322821235</id><published>2009-04-01T12:00:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:09:57.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>On St. Patrick's Day, something felt different. As if things were shifting and it felt good. At one point while driving, a truck in front of me had the following displayed: "Bri-Mar." To me, that said "Bright Mare" ("Mare" being one of my nicknames). Life experiences have been so challenging for me and my family &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sb_j_Jaq_KI/AAAAAAAAACA/22lfOfU3U4Y/s1600-h/solbeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sb_j_Jaq_KI/AAAAAAAAACA/22lfOfU3U4Y/s320/solbeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314216759319526562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this past year; truly the hardest year of our lives (which also means the year of our greatest spiritual growth). I intuited that this was a sign that things are "brightening up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right ahead of this truck, was a "Sol" beer truck. It has an attractive logo of a yellow happy sun and also bears the first three letters of my last name. Just as I drove alongside the "Sol" tru&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SdKP55oZF_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gYxGylpLJyI/s1600-h/d7b0549251396c26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SdKP55oZF_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gYxGylpLJyI/s320/d7b0549251396c26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319472334763530226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ck, the  truck with all the shamrocks on it which I described in my last post, what we call the "Lucky Truck," drove past me from the oncoming lane. And by the way, that was the third "Lucky Truck" I saw by 10 am on this bright morning on St. Patrick's Day, of all days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo 1: www.wexfordbeer.com&lt;br /&gt;Photo 2: www.shamrockfoodservice.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-801087610322821235?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/801087610322821235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=801087610322821235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/801087610322821235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/801087610322821235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/03/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/Sb_j_Jaq_KI/AAAAAAAAACA/22lfOfU3U4Y/s72-c/solbeer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-3989314312577677705</id><published>2009-03-01T12:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:09:56.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Number synchronicities seem to be on the rise these days. Many people have shared with me a surge in their awareness of same numbers in double and triplicate. Just yesterday, I had a blast while running errands. On one road, I saw an oncoming car with the license plate numbers 222. The next was 444 (in letters with the corresponding numerical vibration). A few cars went by, and then there was 443. The very next car was also 443. The truck behind this car, was what we call "The Lucky Truck," a local grocery distribution truck that has shamrocks on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While I was running my second errand of the day, I was thinking about the previous run of number synchronicities, and just when I thought I should make that my "Synchronicity of the Month," I saw on the rear window of a car the words, "Visiting Angels," just in time before it made a turn out of my lane. Then right ahead of me were two cars, both with 766 and 766, riding side by side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later that day, I saw two cars right next to each other again with the same triple number. Running errands doesn't have to be boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-3989314312577677705?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/3989314312577677705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=3989314312577677705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3989314312577677705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3989314312577677705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/02/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-7161023415348886908</id><published>2009-02-01T12:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:57:12.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The world is absolutely brimming with awesomely powerful miracles and synchronicities these days. In the midst of the chaos and economic fall affecting people in this country and all over the world, we are simultaneously being blessed in countless ways. What happened on US Airways Flight 1549 that safely landed 155 people on the Hudson River in New York City on January 15, is nothing short of 155 miracles. But this event also serves as a most powerful metaphor for our times: that this is indeed a time of boundless miracles and even though it appears we are heading into disaster, we will more than survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-7161023415348886908?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/7161023415348886908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=7161023415348886908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7161023415348886908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7161023415348886908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/01/synchronicity-of-month_31.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-7209023199028176028</id><published>2009-01-01T12:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:28:36.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When my childhood friend was recently visiting her parents in Florida, both she and her mother had recently read my book. On the way to the airport to go back home, the daughter told her parents that she would look for "444s." The very moment she said that, they noticed a building with a name on it, "S o l i e l," which is my last name. (As you know, if you read my book, I discuss in it the blessing of seeing the number combination of "444.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-7209023199028176028?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/7209023199028176028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=7209023199028176028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7209023199028176028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/7209023199028176028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2009/01/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-5558111181493785870</id><published>2008-12-01T12:00:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:51:38.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/STNgqanV5WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fIKKOpYx2dM/s1600-h/2716610752_d5f13377a1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/STNgqanV5WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fIKKOpYx2dM/s320/2716610752_d5f13377a1_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274665870396089698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love the ocean! We just got back from Florida celebrating Thanksgiving with family, and spent a lot of time at the beach. My kids and I are all enthusiastic beachcombers. After walking the beaches over several days, we found a variety of shells, sand dollars, horseshoe crabs, and a sweet little starfish. To our hearts' delight, we saw many dolphins, sometimes within a dozen feet away from us. We even saw someone catch a baby shark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we didn't see was one coin, not even a penny, on those miles we covered on the shoreline. If you read my book, you know how I value finding coins as symbols. One day, I was lying right on the shore as we watched hundreds of little coquinas, those small clams that burrow rapidly into the sand as the waves recede, only to be unearthed again as the next wave hits the shore (I am easily entertained). I marvel at their persistence, and yet tough existence by being constantly pushed around. Anyways, at one point while lying there, I looked down and saw that the tide brought a penny right in front of my legs. It was encrusted with sand, so it had been there for awhile. It was a powerful and unforgettable way to be blessed with a symbol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-5558111181493785870?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/5558111181493785870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=5558111181493785870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5558111181493785870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5558111181493785870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/12/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/STNgqanV5WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fIKKOpYx2dM/s72-c/2716610752_d5f13377a1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-5538168979298983397</id><published>2008-11-01T12:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:49:18.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>I loved this wonderful synchronicity experienced by my friend Lisa, after she started reading my book. We shared and celebrated many synchronistic occurrences when me and my family lived in New Mexico. But she never had an "I Can See Clearly Now" sign herself before. Until ... (as she wrote me in an email):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A couple of days after I began reading it (I was about halfway through it at the time) I heard the song 'I can see clearly now,' which I haven't heard in probably a decade.  What makes it even more interesting is that the only radio station I listen to is the local public radio station here, which hosts NPR and OPB. In other words, it is primarily talk radio. I just happened to come in on a program that was about . . . well, I never really figured out what it was about . . . but they played the song, performed by Willie Nelson, then talked about signs.  I burst out laughing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-5538168979298983397?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/5538168979298983397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=5538168979298983397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5538168979298983397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5538168979298983397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/11/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2587135291820342495</id><published>2008-10-20T10:17:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:30:00.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'I Can See Clearly Now' is an Award-Winning Finalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SP1EHQYD7iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lnJhtxhpy6U/s1600-h/160_Finalist_Sticker_Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SP1EHQYD7iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lnJhtxhpy6U/s320/160_Finalist_Sticker_Web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259434831284268578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled to share that my book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Can See Clearly Now: How Synchronicity Illuminates Our Lives&lt;/span&gt;, has been honored as USA Book News'  National Best Books 2008 Awards "Finalist" in two categories: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best New Non-Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Best New Age Non-Fiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2587135291820342495?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2587135291820342495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2587135291820342495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2587135291820342495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2587135291820342495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-book-is-award-winning-finalist.html' title='&apos;I Can See Clearly Now&apos; is an Award-Winning Finalist'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MXlPTGwMNwY/SP1EHQYD7iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lnJhtxhpy6U/s72-c/160_Finalist_Sticker_Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-8040323758943036015</id><published>2008-10-01T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:42:46.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>On a morning in late September, I was experiencing synchronicities with song lyrics. Every song that came on seemed to communicate a message for me, mimicking things that I had been feeling and thinking about. It was quite powerful. As I was driving toward my subdivision on this crisp fall morning, I noticed that someone had just put up a huge sign with the word "Change" across their deck. It was a poster for Barack Obama. You could not miss it while driving by. The second I saw it, the song, "Don't Stop" by Fleetwood Mac, came on. That was the signature song of Clinton/Gore's campaign. I took it as a sign that Obama will be the next president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else seeing these types of signs out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-8040323758943036015?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/8040323758943036015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=8040323758943036015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/8040323758943036015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/8040323758943036015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/10/synchronicity-of-month.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2322063370920913459</id><published>2008-09-01T12:00:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:06:31.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>My favorite synchronicity of the month was an easy pick for the past month of August ... On 08/08/08, a baby girl was born in Minnesota at 8:08 a.m. She weighed 8 pounds, 8 ounces. You can imagine the surprise when this newborn's family learned of all the details. What they may not know is that the fact that this baby's first and last name begin with the letter "H" carries even more meaning. For those of you versed in numerological vibrations of letters, the letter "H" carries the energy of an 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also born on this same date, time, and weighing exactly the same was a baby boy from Iowa. What extraordinary events that occurred on this powerful date in our history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2322063370920913459?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.marysoliel.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2322063370920913459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2322063370920913459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2322063370920913459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2322063370920913459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/08/synchronicity-of-monthseptember-2008.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-3038501365474340527</id><published>2008-08-23T11:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:26:10.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity by Scooter</title><content type='html'>I recently got an electric scooter. At the price of less than a dime a day (energy cost), I can get to many of my most common destinations: the post office, the grocery store, the coffee shop, the library, and the local Farmer's Market (got my roasted green chilies this morning--my favorite!), as long as the weather cooperates. Even though it takes a bit longer to get everywhere, since it goes no faster than 20-25 mph and I ride the bike lane, I'm enjoying its many benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many daily synchronicities occur while I'm driving and now I'm liking the signs I'm getting while scootering. In addition to being mobile like when in the car, I'm also receiving (as when bicycling) more visual stimuli, the sounds of nature and the town, all with the wind in my face. Loving it. If you're local and interested in checking one out and taking it for a test ride, I purchased mine from Small Planet Electric Vehicles in Longmont, CO at 303-532-2879.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-3038501365474340527?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.marysoliel.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/3038501365474340527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=3038501365474340527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3038501365474340527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3038501365474340527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/08/synchronicity-by-scooter.html' title='Synchronicity by Scooter'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-4535597866691612971</id><published>2008-08-01T12:00:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:19:57.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was strongly suggested to me a few weeks ago that I should purchase some  Bach Flower Remedies to help a family member with a prolonged illness. Although I was familiar with essential oils, flower essences were a whole new world to me. So I called my friend Clare and she suggested that I go to Whole Foods because they offer a good selection. However, I had a strong inner feeling that I needed to go Vitamin Cottage instead, and knew I should go right away. So I trusted these feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who worked there directed me to the flower remedies and handed me a huge book as a reference guide. I was a bit overwhelmed by all the information  and knew I must resort to muscle testing, as usual, to help determine which remedies would be best. Even so, I was getting conflicting answers and for some reason wasn't "clear" on receiving the needed information. Just then, a lady came up to me and said, "Hi. May I help you? I'm a Flower Remedy Practitioner." This kind woman was a customer, not employed by the store. And her job was to help people work with flower remedies? How perfect was that?! Not only was this most appropriate person there to help me, but she knew to speak up to this baffled customer—me! She went on to introduce the essences and helped me find the most effective selections by listening to the symptoms with concern and care, and then muscle tested for the best solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told this very helpful person that I felt I had to be at this store "right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now,"&lt;/span&gt; and I realize it was because we were meant to meet and she was there to help me. She expressed that she had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; feeling. Although she didn't know why exactly, she knew she had to get to Vitamin Cottage, as well. In fact, she said she was delayed getting there, but as you can see, it was all Divine and perfectly timed! And, of course, the remedies have proven to work very well. It was all destined and I was filled with gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what I didn't mention in the beginning of this post was that I received the suggestion for the Bach Flower Remedies from the Heavenly realms. And that angelic being made sure this human angel was there to help me find just the right combination of remedies. I cannot expressed how blessed I felt. When we trust and follow guidance, we will not be led astray. Quite on the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-4535597866691612971?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/4535597866691612971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=4535597866691612971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4535597866691612971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/4535597866691612971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/08/synchronicity-of-monthaugust-2008.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-5080143518510074435</id><published>2008-07-01T12:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:20:52.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>If you've read my book, you know what it means when you see the numbers 444--whether on the clock (4:44), a license plate, a sign, the internet, a bill, just anywhere--it is "a sign of the power of God's love," according to author Nick Bunick. Our angels will nudge us awake at that time, or get us to look "now" at this set of numbers in triplicate (or other meaningful numbers), commonly on the clock, providing us with this Divine message. I also mentioned that our angels love humor and there is one thing they do that gets me to laugh every time. They sometimes wake me at 4:43 a.m. When I was in the midst of writing that chapter on numbers, they nudged me awake at 4:43. The very next night they woke me at 4:44. I felt they were telling to share with readers that they love humor and don't want us to always take life so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past Saturday morning, I was woken at 4:43. It has been months since I've been woken up at that time. This time, I felt they were telling me to share this very message at a workshop I led later that day, called "Allow Synchronicity and Your Angels to Help You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned that I would write my "Synchronicity of the Month" listing today, but wasn't sure what I would write about. When they woke me once again at 4:43 this morning, I had my answer. The angels seem to do this not only when I need to be reminded to stop being so serious, and let go a bit, but also when I need to pass the word on. I love you angels and I hear you loud and clear... and with lots of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reader, have you been woken at 4:44, or even at 4:43 with a laugh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-5080143518510074435?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/5080143518510074435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=5080143518510074435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5080143518510074435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/5080143518510074435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/07/synchronicity-of-monthjuly-2008.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-8497973785144912970</id><published>2008-06-01T12:00:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:21:05.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>On a recent trip to my home state of Michigan, my friend, Julie, and I made our annual visit to the town of our alma mater, The University of Michigan. Our escapes to Ann Arbor always include a visit to Starbucks on State Street where we can sit and chat endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an iced tea in hand, sitting in those comfy coffee shop chairs, I kept telling Julie how I so wished my niece (who is a student at the U of M) would just walk in, so I can see her. Julie asked why we couldn't just go to her house and surprise her. Well, Lisa was in her last week of studying for her MCATs, and I just didn't feel it would be right to disrupt her important work, no matter how quick a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I kept imagining Lisa there at Starbucks, seeing her sitting there with her books, and I would just walk up to her and say "Hey, I can't believe you're here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie and I left to go to the bookstore and then returned to Starbucks an hour or so later to finish our talk (since our idea of a great outing together is just chatting away in any ol' coffee shop). I said to her, "I'm still looking for Lisa. I'm really expecting her to be here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got up to leave, I realized that I still had an empty plastic water glass stuffed in a bag from the previous visit (I later felt sure my angels whispered to me to go get water before leaving), so as Julie headed toward the door, I told her I wanted to get some water first. Just after I filled my cup, I looked up and saw this girl with all smiles coming toward me... Yes, it was Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked. And yet I wasn't. I felt sure the angels whispered to her to go to Starbucks. Had I not gone back to get water, she probably wouldn't have seen me. The icing on the cake? Lisa said this was the first time in the whole school year she went to this Starbucks to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my niece and I didn't want another year to go by without seeing her. It appears the angels made sure I didn't have to wait. Most importantly, I believe they were showing Lisa how our angels work with us and through us. After a wonderful visit with my niece, Julie and I walked off filled with joy and laughter, and both in agreement that this was definite "Synchronicity of the Month" material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-8497973785144912970?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/8497973785144912970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=8497973785144912970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/8497973785144912970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/8497973785144912970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/06/synchronicity-of-monthjune-2008.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-6127422567294288362</id><published>2008-05-01T17:43:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:21:54.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Earlier this year, on the way to the kids’ school, we drove by a sign on someone’s lawn. It asked, “Would you like to host a Japanese Exchange Student?” and then displayed the spring months the student would be staying with the host. The sign stayed up for quite some time. It really struck me, actually intrigued me, as I had never considered the possibility of our family hosting a foreign student, until I saw the sign. Over the weeks, I kept experiencing synchronicities regarding Japanese people or the country of Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day, my son came home from school with some exciting news. His teacher asked him, along with several other students, to be a student host of a Japanese exchange student. Scott really liked the idea and when he discussed it with his sister and I, we grew quite excited about the opportunity as well. There were only six students, and hosts would be selected on a first-come, first-served basis. When I picked the kids up from school one day, Scott said that we didn’t make the cut in time, but we were first on the waiting list. I told him that signs were showing me that we would indeed be hosts, that for some reason or reasons, we are all meant to experience this. He said that he, too, was receiving signs and was confident, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You see, on the drive over to pick the kids up that day, I drove by that house with the sign requesting exchange student hosts and just a couple doors down, a Japanese man and lady got out of their car. Mind you, the demographics of where we live in Colorado is mostly Caucasian—unfortunately it’s not very culturally diverse—and I was suddenly finding myself in places where I’d see Japanese people quite frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well let me take you to the present time. I’m sitting here writing this entry on my laptop, sitting next to our Japanese Exchange Student while he watches the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Spirited Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in Japanese with English subtitles (now that’s an interesting switch). Yes, this was destined, fully meant to be, as we trusted the signs that unfolded into this fabulous experience. We are enjoying every minute of hosting this gracious, kind  young man who appreciates every single thing from each food on his plate to everywhere we take him. Such a joy! I’m thrilled we listened to the signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just when I decided that May’s “Synchronicity of the Month” would cover this story, I looked out my office window and an Asian man was walking on our sidewalk. Love the validation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afterword&lt;/span&gt;: Another synchronicity happened while our exchange student was here, which I must share. After dinner, I asked our student what his favorite flavor of ice cream was and then went to the store to pick some up. On the way back, I saw two EMS trucks and a fire truck coming from the opposite direction, driving right past the street where I turn on to go to our subdivision. Their sirens weren’t on, but I thought it strange to see three of these type vehicles together when there was no apparent emergency. That was just one of the emergency type signs I was having that day (we spent all day on a field trip in the mountains with all the exchange students and discussion of emergency situations came up a few different times). I felt as if something was up, but my intuition told me that we would all be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After we had our ice cream, we decided to finish watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Spirited Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. We were all so relaxed after a long day in the mountains, and then suddenly, out of the blue, our carbon monoxide/gas alarm went off, right where we were sitting. After opening the windows and calling the gas company to dispatch a technician to check out our house, we got in the car. It would be up to a two-hour wait before the gas company would arrive and it would have been so late for the kids before we would get back into our home. So we drove to the fire station and although at first I didn’t see anyone inside, just when I got back to the car, a fire truck drove in, with several firemen in it, and they ended up following us right to our house and checked everything out. Then EMS came and checked us out. Then the police came. Of course, everything was fine. It was merely a faulty alarm. A lot of drama for a “little” incident. But hey, it had to be checked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We tried our best to explain to our guest what was going on, but he just took it all in stride and apparently laughed along with my kids when they saw me outside at the fire station waving down this huge fire truck. So as it turned out, the signs were previewing an emergency situation that turned out to be nothing at all. My intuition told me that whatever was about to present itself, we would be fine, and we were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-6127422567294288362?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/6127422567294288362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=6127422567294288362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/6127422567294288362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/6127422567294288362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/05/synchronicity-of-monthmay-2008.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-1273936341609324020</id><published>2008-04-01T08:28:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:22:45.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt;Over a period of a few days last November, I experienced a string of powerful synchronicities and decided that I would feature them as my first Synchronicity of the Month listing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; For two days, I kept hearing songs on the radio about breathing, such as Faith Hill’s “Breathe” or Duncan Sheik’s “Barely Breathing.” It was happening so often and at the most perfect times, such as the moment I got into the car and turned on the radio; or it was one of these songs that was playing overhead just as I walked into the grocery store. I was laughing about it because it kept happening. I know the importance of breathing deeply, and, when I think to, remind myself to practice taking deeper breaths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; On the following day, I went to get an oil change done on my car. The guy working at the service station was very chatty with me, and he went on and on about how he is trying to de-stress his life. He said, “you just gotta breathe.” Then he repeated these same words again, looking at me right in the eyes, and I knew he, like the songs, was another messenger, reminding me to breathe! Was I not breathing deep enough, only taking shallow breaths? I wasn’t feeling stressed at all, but perhaps I was about to be? Was I being warned about something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; Just then, another man working on my car came into the waiting room to tell me that one of my brake lights was out. So I had it replaced. As I was pondering all this while driving off, I came to a traffic light that had a red light flickering. Hmmm, just like my brake light, this red light was going out. I can’t recall ever noticing a traffic light flickering ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; I drove straight to my local café, named "Dragonfly," to do some work on my laptop. As I drove right up to it, I saw in the reflection of the storefront glass that my headlight was out, now… just ten minutes after getting my brake light replaced! So I went directly to a different auto shop to get the headlight replaced. While in the waiting room, I watched a very dramatic scene from a movie I’d never seen before. The man sitting next to me clued me in to what happened prior to my arrival. As it turns out, this movie is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragonfly&lt;/span&gt;, which is the same name of the café where I discovered my burned out headlight. In the movie, a doctor’s widow tries to communicate to him from the other side, through his patients, and there is apparently much symbolism throughout the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; I watched the Kevin Costner character (Joe) in a very dramatic scene as he started to drown but then was saved (this relates to the drowning but will be saved theme as explained in the chapter “What’s with Molly and the Rose,” in my book). By the way, as I’m writing this, “Kiss From a Rose is playing on my daughter’s IPod; also very relevant to this chapter. Anyways, the man who saved Joe said, “You are lucky to be alive, Señor. You were not breathing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; The next day I found myself in an extremely stressful and scary situation. I got all caught up in it, feeling great fear, and then suddenly remembered to… “just breathe.” To breathe deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; No doubt, I was being warned that something was about to occur. When I remembered to breathe, all was well. I could see things from a higher perspective and that things were playing out just as they needed to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; Synchronicities often hold a multitude of meanings and this one was not only giving me a glimpse of the future and a tool to handle the difficult situation, but also mirrored a couple of important themes in my book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Can See Clearly Now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt; I saw the movie in its entirety several months after these synchronicities occurred. Throughout the movie were signs and symbols being sent from a man’s recently deceased wife, urging him to understand her vital message. I won’t give away anymore of the movie in case you haven’t seen it and wish to, but the movie ends with these words. “What she taught me in life, she taught me in death—to trust, to have faith. Because as a friend of mine once said, ‘It’s belief that gets us there.’” This final message somewhat mirrors my most profound message, prophecy if you will, in the chapter “What’s with Molly and the Rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81);"&gt;May this synchronicity be shared as a reminder for all of us… to just remember to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(10, 55, 100);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 119, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-1273936341609324020?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/1273936341609324020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=1273936341609324020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1273936341609324020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/1273936341609324020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/04/synchronicity-of-month-april-2008.html' title='Synchronicity of the Month'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-3429138545735520786</id><published>2008-03-21T19:35:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:40:55.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Really Happening...</title><content type='html'>This is my dream coming true. I knew that when my book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Can See Clearly Now &lt;/span&gt;was published and people started reading it, there would be a surge in their experiences with synchronicities--meaningful coincidences--that they would be showered with them. This was my message, my purpose for writing this book: to share my own experiences so that each reader would be excited to learn how synchronicity really works, would thus attract more of it, and then find out how they can use it to create their best life. And it truly is starting to happen... people are really noticing an abundance of synchronistic occurrences! Simply by becoming aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 5th, my book went "live." A week later, I notified all my friends and acquaintances that my book was available, so by now, people are just starting to read (some are reading it in just a couple of sittings!) and share their experiences with me. No wonder I felt guided to create one of my upcoming books that answers the question, "Can You See Clearly Now?" It will feature readers' own synchronistic experiences. I cannot wait to start reading about your  synchronicities. Please go to http://www.marysoliel.com to find out how to share your synchronistic story and be considered for inclusion in this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-3429138545735520786?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/3429138545735520786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=3429138545735520786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3429138545735520786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/3429138545735520786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-really-happening.html' title='It&apos;s Really Happening...'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519321470410000292.post-2069824237904691518</id><published>2008-03-10T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:30:37.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Synchronicity of the Month listings beginning April 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519321470410000292-2069824237904691518?l=signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/feeds/2069824237904691518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519321470410000292&amp;postID=2069824237904691518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2069824237904691518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519321470410000292/posts/default/2069824237904691518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://signsfromsoliel.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Mary Soliel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15059617476323523953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvDWFM_Af5Q/TtamjFemfEI/AAAAAAAAAII/H--GMiMjFq4/s220/Scan_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
