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Broken Chair

I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

July 10, 2015

Broken Chair

I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

July 10, 2015

Broken Chair

I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

July 10, 2015

Broken Chair

I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

July 10, 2015

Broken Chair

I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.

But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.

Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.

It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.

Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.

It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.

I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.

I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.

July 10, 2015

Your thoughts aren’t always telling the truth they’re often repeating fear, old wounds, and worst-case stories.
 
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Your thoughts aren’t always telling the truth they’re often repeating fear, old wounds, and worst-case stories.
 
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A quick exercise to free yourself from your parents’ shadow

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A quick exercise to free yourself from your parents’ shadow

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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Your mind can trigger illness when stress, fear, and unresolved emotions
 
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Negative thoughts don’t disappear by force they lose power when you stop feeding them.
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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Would you like to heal your body and mind?

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Embracing Vulnerability: Healing Together

https://angelblessings11.com/2026/07/06/embracing-vulnerability-healing-together/

Embracing Vulnerability: Healing Together

https://angelblessings11.com/2026/07/06/embracing-vulnerability-healing-together/

Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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Meditation may not “cure” every condition,

 
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The Gospel According to Checkers the Hedgehog

Sonic the Hedgehog recently turned 35, who was my childhood hero. I played all the games I could get my hands on, bought all the Sonic comics I could find, watched all the TV shows I could access, and even wrote some fan fiction for a Sonic webpage (thank God that page no longer exists).

I was never good at drawing, but I got tracing paper and traced him like crazy. I traced the comics and even paused the Sonic anime movie I found in the discount bin at Toys R’ Us to trace him right off the TV screen. I also tried to mimic the way he ran when I played soccer, which felt super cool but looked super dumb.

Fun fact: while my wife fought hard to name our son Beckett, the idea of giving him the middle name Miles came from me. I based this choice on Sonic’s sidekick, Miles ‘Tails’ Prower.

Though I couldn’t draw worth crap, that never stopped me from making comics. Whenever I got bored in school, I’d sketch out another issue of Teenage Mutant Ninja Gerbilz, Wally the Turtle, HouseMan, or my favorite series, Checkers the Hedgehog. He looked exactly like Sonic, except he was green and wore a black-and-white checkered cape, which happened to be my childhood blanket. The series was basically a parallel universe of the Sonic world; he had all the same friends, but they had different names and colors. The only additional characters were a funky-looking bird and a badly drawn giraffe.

This all sounds silly, because it generally is. I like to joke with my friends about these parts of my childhood, but I still hold them close in my memories. While I may not be a hardcore fan of Sonic anymore, there’s a part of him and of Checkers that lives on in me—adventure, heroics, leadership, teamwork, attitude, speed, and standing strong in the midst of dire stakes.

A few years ago, I was leading someone through inner healing when something strange happened. An image came to their mind of me wearing a black-and-white checkered hat with a pet porcupine, and being handed a green gem. Startled by the themes they had just tied together, I showed them a picture of a porcupine and a hedgehog and asked which one they saw. They said it was the hedgehog. I then pulled up a picture of the classic green Chaos Emerald from the Sonic games. They knew nothing about Sonic the Hedgehog, but said that was what they saw in their mind.

The dire stakes had never been higher than they were in that season of my life. And it was there that the same Jesus who tells us to become like little children, spoke to the child inside of me. All of the good things that Checkers the Hedgehog meant to me were living on in me. God cared about the pieces of me that I would have never assumed he cared about. He took note of my childhood passions and interests like a good Father would. And then he turned it into a much-needed word of encouragement at that time.

What parts of your childhood might our Father want to bring to your mind?

AI Renditions of Checkers the Hedgehog

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

The Dance of Dissonance

Sometimes 
I find myself lost
at the end of 
a confusing day 
trying to decipher labyrinthian relations 
and coming up short,
suddenly wondering 
how a day I thought good 
was not for another,
caught up in 
opposing realities 
where mine is suspect
and empathy is a struggle.

The brain fog 
of past illness 
has left its trailing 
fingers over my head
like the cigarette smoke 
of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work 
and I wonder why he is there. 

I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent. 

Such is the dance of dissonance.
I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

I want to hear 
that which runs 
counter to my experience 
but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing. 

I long for circles that are completely safe,
where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
lust, guilt, or judgement,
all of which mirror 
the overwhelming sense
of dislike
I feel from the
world, and from myself perhaps.

It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling. 

How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry? 

This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

Yet we dance. 
Through the pain of revelation.
The occasional stepping on of toes.
In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular 
circle of love.

Beg: June 5, 2026 
Fin: June 30, 2026

Illness doesn’t come from one thing alone it can build through chronic stress

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Your mindset is like a daily prescription your body can’t ignore.

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Why do you suddenly feel more emotional after being numb for so long?

There's a reason your body shifts from shutdown → overwhelm → awareness.

It's called coming out of freeze state.

Read here: https://innermasteryhub.com/signs-you-are-coming-out-of-freeze-state/

#freeze response #traumarecovery #somatichealing #innerhealing #mentalhealthawareness

Robbers of our Inner Garden: Uprooting Jealousy #theinnergarden #emotio... https://youtu.be/UGmDkMxmZbE?si=q5g_i8A9mjxyD_i8 via @YouTube #innerhealing #theinnergarden #selfawareness #breakthecycle #generationalhealing #personalgrowth #personaldevelopment #mentalhealth #purpose #writer #mindsetshift

Robbers of our Inner Garden: Uprooting Jealousy #theinnergarden #emotio... https://youtu.be/UGmDkMxmZbE?si=q5g_i8A9mjxyD_i8 via @YouTube #innerhealing #theinnergarden #selfawareness #breakthecycle #generationalhealing #personalgrowth #personaldevelopment #mentalhealth #purpose #writer #mindsetshift

The Spiritual Meaning of Seeing Blood in a Dream: A Guide to Your Inner Energy

A vivid, unsettling image—but not without meaning. This reflection explores the spiritual significance of seeing blood in a dream, revealing how it often points to life force, emotional wounds, sacrifice, or deep inner transformation...
Read more: https://www.authorkennethgray.com/the-spiritual-meaning-of-seeing-blood-in-a-dream/
#dreammeaning #spiritualinsight #innerhealing #transformation

Loving every single thing about yourself isn’t vanity it’s freedom.
 
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We chase diets, workouts, and routines but still feel off.

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#TrueWellness #HolisticHealth #SelfConnection #InnerHealing #MindBodySoul #ThinkandGrowEducation #RayBehan #QuantumHealing #Emotions

Unwire your fears with this simple technique
 
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Unwire your fears with this simple technique
 
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The emotions you never processed didn’t disappear they moved into your body.
 
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The emotions you never processed didn’t disappear they moved into your body.
 
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