tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048078.post8525274516699572817..comments2023-10-26T03:04:42.050-05:00Comments on The Prosperity Project: For Truth in Each MomentShirley Twofeathershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048078.post-16366816178421152912008-08-04T18:32:00.000-05:002008-08-04T18:32:00.000-05:00I don't think it's a silly observation at all, Kar...I don't think it's a silly observation at all, Karla. For me, the Haqq was like the sound of the door opening - a little more each time. It's like the force of it pushed against my resistances... I had the thought of a sledge hammer hitting a wedge when I was doing it... I hadn't realized that the door to my innerself was so solidly closed until I did this one. Maybe your door is wide open already?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048078.post-4642763229698315412008-08-04T07:47:00.000-05:002008-08-04T07:47:00.000-05:00I realize that it's the intent with which you prac...I realize that it's the intent with which you practice this exercise that matters, but I had a hard time with the word Haqq because it seems short. Yaaaaaaaa goes on forever and Haqq just ends. I guess you could do Haaaaaaaaqq but you know that "k" sound is coming and it's so abrupt. Silly observations.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com