a:1:{s:5:"entry";a:1:{i:0;a:11:{s:2:"id";s:8:"12647762";s:4:"hash";s:32:"98e80f64a432b6bc46257a0243eabcba";s:11:"requestHash";s:15:"eternalpresence";s:10:"profileUrl";s:35:"http://gravatar.com/eternalpresence";s:17:"preferredUsername";s:15:"eternalpresence";s:12:"thumbnailUrl";s:61:"http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/98e80f64a432b6bc46257a0243eabcba";s:6:"photos";a:1:{i:0;a:2:{s:5:"value";s:61:"http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/98e80f64a432b6bc46257a0243eabcba";s:4:"type";s:9:"thumbnail";}}s:4:"name";a:3:{s:9:"givenName";s:7:"Barbara";s:10:"familyName";s:4:"Kass";s:9:"formatted";s:12:"Barbara Kass";}s:11:"displayName";s:12:"Barbara Kass";s:7:"aboutMe";s:1545:"Enlightenment comes to me in small doses -- in these little "a-HA" moments in life where I think I am minding my own business, reading a book, or otherwise occupied with a mundane task. I discovered and connected with my eternal presence while reading Viktor Frankl's book Man's Search for Meaning. In this book, Frankl talks about facing life's circumstances by asking yourself the question: "What is life asking of you?" When I first asked myself that question, something inside me shifted and asked, "But who is going to respond to life's question?" It was at this moment that I realized I was not being who I came to this existence to be. I was living life from the person my life had shaped, with all of my fears, anxieties, worries, neediness, programming, illusions, and pain. I became aware of another energy who is me . . . the presence that has existed eternally and chose to come to this existence to become more, to grow, to connect, and to be truly alive. All this other stuff I am doing is distraction. I can still live in the distraction and engage life with my eternal presence. Each day, I visit the message on my computer screen. It reads "How will I bring my presence to life today?" The question reminds me to ask myself as often as I can remember "how will I bring my presence to this person, this situation, this circumstance, this whatever?" How I bring my presence (fully, partially, or not at all; with joy, sadness, and discretion; with wisdom and curiosity) is my practice. It is my way of connecting with my eternity.";s:4:"urls";a:0:{}}}}