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		<title>Kindle Book Now Available</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 07:49:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My book It Just Happened the Other Day: A True Story is now available on Amazon.com &#160; If you know anyone that may be interested please share this with them. &#160; http://www.amazon.com/Just-Happened-Other-Day-ebook/dp/B006RQ39WM &#160; Thank you- Jonas]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My book <em>It Just Happened the Other Day: A True Story</em> is now available on Amazon.com</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>If you know anyone that may be interested please share this with them.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><a title="It Just Happened the Other Day: A True Story" href="http://www.amazon.com/Just-Happened-Other-Day-ebook/dp/B006RQ39WM" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/Just-Happened-Other-Day-ebook/dp/B006RQ39WM </a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Thank you-</p>
<p>Jonas</p>
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		<title>The Ring</title>
		<link>http://www.jonascain.com/blog/2010/06/21/the-ring/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 06:04:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[June 13, 2010 12:56AM I have decided to sell my fiancée’s engagement ring so that I may make good on the many debts I accumulated when she passed away just a day after I picked it out for her. I have not made this decision lightly for this is the ring that I promised to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>June 13, 2010</p>
<p>12:56AM</p>
<p>I have decided to sell my fiancée’s engagement ring so that I may make good on the many debts I accumulated when she passed away just a day after I picked it out for her.</p>
<p>I have not made this decision lightly for this is the ring that I promised to give to her but never did. I just could not bring myself to do it after that unimaginable Sunday afternoon after stepping through the unfathomable door at the funeral parlor and walking the impossible walk across the room to stand over her lifeless body lying in the casket.</p>
<p>One week earlier from that very moment we were playing mini-golf at Lake Winnepesaukah and just four days before that we were lying together in her bed staring into each other’s eyes, our souls were talking to each other you see. She was willing me to ask, and I that I hadn’t a ring yet, and she that it didn’t matter.</p>
<p>And so I asked.</p>
<p>And so she smiled.</p>
<p>And so she nodded.</p>
<p>And so I smiled.</p>
<p>And so I said, <em>“I always wondered what that would feel like.”</em></p>
<p>And so she asked, <em>“What?”</em></p>
<p>And so I said, <em>“To ask the woman of my dreams to marry me and to have her say yes and to have that woman be you.”</em></p>
<p>And yet there I was with ring in hand and finally ready to give it to her seeing in my heart that the woman lying in that casket was not Stephanie.</p>
<p>No.</p>
<p>It was not my best friend.</p>
<p>No.</p>
<p>It was not her.</p>
<p>No.</p>
<p>It was most certainly the body her soul inhabited during her time as Stephanie but no that was not Stephanie.</p>
<p>And so I couldn’t give Stephanie’s ring to a lifeless body that was not her and so I carried that ring with me anywhere and everywhere I went in search of her from appletini to appletini yet anywhere and everywhere I could not find her.</p>
<p>I drank all my work. I drank all my possessions. I drank all my money. I drank all my hopes. I drank all my life away and still I couldn’t find her.</p>
<p>And so time went on and time went by as I did not and just when I all but gave up I did find her again and I will give you a hint as to how I finally did:</p>
<p>She was found in letting go.</p>
<p>No job. No car. No home. No possessions. No anything nor no everything. No nothing no never no not no none no no.</p>
<p>Once I let go of life I found that I could have all of life and it was in all of life that I found Peace of Mind. And it was in all of life that I found Love in my Heart. And it was in all of life that I found Joy for Life.</p>
<p>Yes, I have finally found Stephanie again.</p>
<p>Yes, I have not made this decision lightly to sell my fiancée’s engagement ring that I promised to give to her but never did but I have found Stephanie again and I have also found I no longer need to carry this ring anymore nor do I need to hoard it anymore for this ring is of this world but is not for this world and my work is for this world but is not of this world and my work for this world needs the money that this ring holds. Transferring this money to my work for this world will finally allow me to give to Stephanie her engagement ring that I promised to give her but never did to make good on the many debts I accumulated when she passed away just a day after I picked it out for her, this modest trilogy diamond ring that has an inscription that reads “P.S. I Love You”</p>
<p>It is with a heavy heart that such a moment has come but it is with a heavy heart that all moments of this world come.</p>
<p>With Abundant Peace of Mind, Love in Your Heart and Joy for Life-</p>
<p>Jonas Cain</p>
<p>http://www.jonascain.com</p>
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		<title>I Thanked God</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 07:51:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Couldn&#8217;t afford to pay my cell phone bill, so I thanked God for giving me the opportunity to become more present in each moment. Car broke down, so I thanked God for giving me the opportunity to help the environment by relying on car pooling. Didn&#8217;t have a place to live, so I thanked God [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Couldn&#8217;t afford to pay my cell phone bill, so I thanked God for giving me the opportunity to become more present in each moment.</p>
<p>Car broke down, so I thanked God for giving me the opportunity to help the environment by relying on car pooling.</p>
<p>Didn&#8217;t have a place to live, so I thanked God for giving me the opportunity to become closer to the friends that welcomed me into their home.</p>
<p>Best friend died, so I thanked God for allowing me the opportunity to know how fragile and precious life is.</p>
<p>Struggling with alcoholism, so I thanked God for giving me the opportunity to find my strength.</p>
<p>Receiving harsh criticism, so I thanked God for allowing me the opportunity to practice determination in the face of adversity.</p>
<p>We get out of life what we give. If we perceive problems then we will get problems; but if we choose instead to perceive opportunities then we will grow to our full potential.</p>
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		<title>I Love You</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 23:12:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On a walk Today Recognized the true nature of the phrase “I Love You.” For such a small phrase it holds such profound meaning. It is an expression of gratitude, an apology, forgiveness, a promise, a prayer and a declaration. When I say I Love You I’m saying is thank you for being a part [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On a walk</p>
<p>Today</p>
<p>Recognized the true nature of the phrase “I Love You.”</p>
<p>For such a small phrase it holds such profound meaning.</p>
<p>It is an expression of gratitude, an apology, forgiveness, a promise, a prayer and a declaration.</p>
<p>When I say I Love You I’m saying is thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for all that you do and all that you are. Thank you for who you were and who you want to be. Thank you for your Vision. I Love You.</p>
<p>When I say I Love You I’m saying sorry for all that I have done in the past to have hurt you or dishonored your trust. I’m sorry for any pain that I may have brought you now and in the past. I never meant to hurt you and I am so very sorry. I Love You.</p>
<p>When I say I Love You I am saying that I forgive you for anything that you have done now and in the past to have hurt me. I know that you never mean to cause me pain and recognize that we all make mistakes along our journey through life. I trust you and forgive you for all your missteps. I Love You.</p>
<p>When I say I Love You I am saying that I promise to do all that I can to help build you up. Whatever you may need along your path to spiritual advancement I will do all that I am able. That is my promise to you. I Love You.</p>
<p>When I say I Love You I’m praying that all of your Hopes and Dreams come true. What you think, say and do matters to the world. I value all that you are and pray for your vision to come to life. I am routing for you. I Love You.</p>
<p>When I say I Love You I’m recognizing the connection between us. By verbalizing this recognition it is acknowledging as a declaration for all to know that we are truly the same and not as separate as so many believe. I declare that the Divine in Me recognizes the Divine in You. I Love You.</p>
<p>Three simple words; so often so hard to say. “I” and “Love” and “You.” A world so blessed with all recognizing the true nature of Love would be a much more peaceful world indeed. Until then, let me say this: Thank You for being a part of my life and for all that you are. I am sorry for anything I have ever done to hurt you. I forgive you for anything you have ever done to have hurt me. I promise to do all that I can to help build you up to become the person you were born to be. I pray that all of your Hopes and Dreams come true. And I understand that you and I, despite our differences, are truly the same; United by the Divine in each of use. In other words:</p>
<p>I Love You.</p>
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		<title>Trust instead of money</title>
		<link>http://www.jonascain.com/blog/2010/03/08/on-a-walk/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 18:53:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On a walk Around the block I yawned and recognized the potential for the human race. Imagined a society that learned to earn trust instead of money for shared work, For with trust there is no need for money. There is the risk of dishonored trust, which is liken to stealing money; however in this [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On a walk</p>
<p>Around the block</p>
<p>I yawned and recognized the potential for the human race.</p>
<p>Imagined a society that learned to earn trust instead of money for shared work,<br />
For with trust there is no need for money.</p>
<p>There is the risk of dishonored trust, which is liken to stealing money; however in this new society this will be represented by wasted time through wasted deeds.</p>
<p>And isn’t time more precious than money?<br />
And yet Truth is more precious than even both</p>
<p>The awareness liberates me; may others too be free.</p>
<p>On a walk</p>
<p>On School St.</p>
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		<title>Oh, to be a tree.</title>
		<link>http://www.jonascain.com/blog/2009/09/22/oh-to-be-a-tree/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 04:17:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter One of "Journey of Discovery," detailing the night a tree spoke to Jonas.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center"><strong>CHAPTER ONE</strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong>An amazing experience</strong></p>
<p><em>Trees are content with where they are. They do not concern themselves with advancing their status among other trees; they are in the forest together. It is not until knocked down by nature or man that they finally yield, otherwise holding boldly where they are, reaching higher and higher into the heavens. And they are happy with their fate.</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em>Trees are born in spring, life’s infancy. Then are the happy days of summer, filled with promises. They grow old with beautiful colors, a testament to the wisdom of autumn, the sunset of life. Then it is the dark days of winter when it is death for us all. But the cycle continues. The sun rises again to spring and all is reborn to reach even higher than before.</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em>O to be tree.</em></p>
<p align="center">&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;</p>
<p>Late one night, as I walked across the railroad tracks on a dark lonely road, a tree spoke to me. I thought it was odd for a tree had never spoken to me before. Because of the special circumstances I listened closely to what the tree had to say.</p>
<p>&#8220;You are on a journey of discovery,&#8221; said the tree.</p>
<p>&#8220;But where am I to journey to?&#8221; I asked, &#8220;And what am I to discover?&#8221;</p>
<p>The tree never answered my questions. I don&#8217;t believe the tree was trying to be rude, rather I believe that the wisdom of the tree knew that I had it within me to answer these questions myself. That was the day I consciously began my Journey of Discovery.</p>
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