tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7138982922374182372011-11-27T19:03:37.778-05:00A Diary of Real Life Application of the CWG RevelationsMark Bingamannoreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-82595365731650055032010-11-16T16:05:00.000-05:002010-11-16T16:05:28.158-05:00

Mark Bingamannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-29569673432410781292010-03-12T17:47:00.002-05:002010-03-12T17:56:53.080-05:00

by Mark BingamanI just awoke from a dream that took me straight to the revelations of the Conversations with God series and made me wonder; is it true? Dreams simply must be classified as one of the most intriguing and downright strange mysteries of the human experience. We’ve all chuckled to ourselves in amazement about the bizarre mish-mash of people, situations and locations that often seem to

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When the mother of Olympic figure skater Joannie Rochette died this past Sunday, 2/21/10, she provided every one of us on this planet the opportunity to re-member a great truth; that death is not the end, but rather an ongoing beginning.By now, hundreds of millions of people know the story. Many watched on television, transfixed, as only 2 days after her mothers' tragic heart attack, Joannie

Mark Bingamannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-60299087201216957072009-08-22T17:05:00.003-04:002009-08-22T18:00:50.049-04:00

I'm really good at resentment. I mean REALLY good. And man, it's something I do NOT wish to be really good at anymore.I apologize. I know I tend to write far too much about my (soon-to-be-ex) wife but considering that she's the chief source/object of my resentment and serenity-depletion, it's a difficult subject for me to avoid if I wish to be truly transparent and honest here. The wish would be

Mark Bingamannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-22653846720608968412009-08-20T23:58:00.004-04:002009-08-21T00:41:10.261-04:00

It never ceases to amaze me how downright self-destructive I can sometimes be. In many ways, I view this blog as a therapeutic exercise. It's an opportunity for me to rid my brain of some of the negative thoughts that routinely cloud my awareness. It's a way for me to share some ideas and work through some of the stressors of life via the magic of pounding them out on the keyboard. And, I hope

Mark Bingamannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-73829531699983695042009-08-09T00:15:00.008-04:002009-08-09T17:33:27.105-04:00

This past Friday had the potential to be a rough day. In fact, in the past, I would have chosen to make it so. August 7th was my only son's 17th birthday. Sadly, I wasn't able to spend it with him or be involved in the festivities on any level. That same day also brought news that a job I'd recently interviewed for would not be materializing. Both of those disappointments were direct results of

Mark Bingamannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-6439553614263721452009-08-05T21:47:00.007-04:002009-08-05T23:41:18.800-04:00

God, presented us with an interesting opportunity this past Tuesday. Or, perhaps it was our collective conscious that created the chance. Either way, the people of the United States sent one of our previous supreme leaders into the hostile territory of a rogue nation to rescue a couple of American citizens. And it worked. Peacefully. Hmm.It was 2002 when Neale Donald Walsch published his book "

Mark Bingamannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-20853447412309676442009-08-03T23:46:00.004-04:002009-08-04T00:25:42.851-04:00

One of my favorite "aha" moments in the "Conversations with God" series comes in book #2 as Neale questions God as to why he's unable to maintain better communication with the Creator. God, noting that Neale is doing pretty well so far with a pen and yellow legal pad, suggests that he maintain that practice. "I can't just walk around all day, writing on a pad," protests Neale."Why wouldn't you!?"

Mark Bingamannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-52033731543610840082009-08-03T04:27:00.004-04:002009-08-03T05:19:23.273-04:00

The emotions are working overtime and the tears flowed through the night. Yet, this morning, I'm extremely grateful for the new-found clarity of mind and soul brought by the publication of the Conversations with God series. For without those revelations, I'm afraid my angst would overwhelm me as it has so many times before. Now, at 4:30 in the morning, a tear dribbles down my cheek, but I also

Mark Bingamannoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713898292237418237.post-50992442614891044732009-07-22T17:44:00.005-04:002009-08-02T22:41:25.999-04:00

It was March, 2009 when the Conversations with God series from Neale Donald Walsch began to change my life. A series of "coincidences"put the first book in my hand and, as I began reading, I experienced one "Oh My God!"moment after another. Powerful instances where suddenly, it "all made sense." NEVER, have I been struck with thunderbolt after thunderbolt of revelation and understanding in the

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