LORI BOGEDIN - INFO PLUS INTTERVIEW BY MARK ANTONY RAINES AKA GHOSTMANRAINES

Representative Independent Distributor loribogedin@youngliving.org www.madepurecure.com www.youngliving.org/loribogedin Owner/Operator Twigs Restaurant October 1999 – Present (15 years 4 months) Owner Twigs Restaurant November 1999 – Present (15 years 3 months)Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania Our Mission at Twigs Cafe is to, "Offer outstanding food expertly served in a relaxed, casual and friendly atmosphere." Lori and Jerry Bogedin Executive Chef Ryan Ganesko, along with Sous-Chef Ca and our outstanding kitchen staff uses only the freshest market ingredients. Incorporating the finest foods from around the globe. Administrative Manager Jennifer Higgins Bogedin makes sure that our great friendly service never fails to serve. As active members of the Tunkhannock community, Twigs enjoys participating in many area projects. Twigs believes that it is just a matter of getting up and getting involved! Here at Twigs we know that getting active in your community is the best way to directly improve daily life in any neighborhood. Jerry and I are so very proud to be part of such a wonderful community. We know we have the greatest family, friends, employees and costumers ever! A Delicious Destination! A Delicious Destination! Certifications Usui System of Natural Healing Sho-Den Second Degree Usui Reiki Ryoho Minister of Divinity Universal Ministries School of Theology Publications MIRACLES HAPPEN The Transformational Healing Power of Past Life Memories(Link) Brian L. Weiss and Amy E. Weiss ~ HarperOne October 2, 2012 I was chosen to offer an insightful section in Brian L. Weiss and Amy e. Weiss New York Times bestselling book "Miracles Happen". Brian Weiss is the author of Many Lives, Many Masters, Brian Weiss MD delivers a powerful revolutionary teaching on the physical, emotional and spiritual healing available to all through embracing the reality of reincarnation. Filled with incredible true stories,...more Small Town(Link) Gravel Literary Journal November 3, 2014 This magazine is produced by the MFA program in creative writing at the University of Arkansas at Monticello editorial staff. I offered five of my photographs that I named Small Town. Volunteer Experience & Causes Community Outreach Twigs Restaurant October 1999Social Services As active members of the Tunkhannock and surrounding communities, Twigs enjoys participating in area projects, organizations and local needs. I believe it is just a matter of getting up and getting involved! Personally and as a small business, our philosophy is that becoming actively involved in your community is the best way to directly improve daily life in any neighborhood. Opportunities Lori is looking for: Skills-based volunteering (pro bono consulting) Causes Lori cares about: Animal Welfare Economic Empowerment Environment Organizations Lori supports: http://www.truefriendsanimalwelfarecenter.com http://www.howlandpreserve.com https://www.facebook.com/truefriends.animalwelfare?fref=nf https://www.facebook.com/FriendsOfHowlandPreserve Projects Enlighten Me EXPO(Link) October 2013 – March 2014 Comprised of subjects from leading experts such as, self-awareness, mediation, cosmology, new wisdom understanding, Zen teachings, Feng Shui, dream interpretation, creative manifesting, yoga, healing energy therapies, spirituality, herbal and other dietary practices, and many other mind-body practices, NEPA's first annual Enlighten Me Expo 2014 was a huge success! 2 team members Lori Bogedin Lori Bogedin Owner/Operator Twigs Restaurant Dave Andrews Dave Andrews Author, The 30-Day Sobriety Solution®: How to Quit or Cut Back Drinking in the Privacy of Your Own Home ● Recovery Coach, the married part, the kids and grand-kids sound great, not so much the dizzy spells - yuk! Is it all the time or does it come and go? And living life as it comes is probably good advice for everyone! Me I am just a normal old country girl that owns and operates a restaurant where I live in Northeastern PA USA - About 25 years ago I had an out of body experience in which I am writing about, that changed my life - for the better. Anyway I have been fascinated with all things spiritual, metaphysical, science based and religious that might explain what happened. Over the years I have gained much insight into the experience and now want to figure out how to reproduce the event or at least the feeling of oneness that I gained from it.

MELISSA GEORGE INTERVIEWWITH ADD HAUNTED DOLL BY MELISSA GEORGE

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Those look good, except for the fact that they end with "Haunted Doll."           Melissa (AKA Lisa) George Owner of Southern Moon Creations Assistant Director,Director of Media, Investigator,Carolina Society of Paranormal Research and Investigations, INC. Co-Founder of Carolina Cryptid Crew -------Original Message-------   From: Mark Raines Date: 1/4/2015 3:46:50 PM To: MelissaGeorge143@gmail.com 143 Subject: RE: INTERVIEW   http://ghostmanraines.blogspot.co.uk/2015/01/melissageorge-interviewed-by-mark.htm-THANK  YOU-http://ghostmanraines.blogspot.co.uk/ From: melissageorge143@gmail.com Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2015 15:06:14 -0500 To: dragon46721@hotmail.com Subject: RE: INTERVIEW Thank you. Maybe some of this will work for you, just let me know. Please give me a blog link, as I usually charge for this.Being that I am a blogger too, I didn't mind doing this for you. http://MySouthernMoon.blogspot.com     I am Melissa George, a South Carolina Native. I am a freelance Web and Graphics designer by trade. However, in this past year, I have come to be an Author. I have written two books telling about my family’s journey of living with a paranormal entity along with a Bigfoot book of true encounters.   My family lived with a shadow person that only had one thing in mind, and that was to destroy us. It nearly accomplished killing me and destroying our family. We found help just in time with Carolina Society for Paranormal Research and Investigations. These people not only gave us hope. They stepped up and entered this journey along side us. My family ended up joining the team and eventually becoming board members. This team branched out in the Cryptid direction. Being a Cryptid lover, my family jumped at the chance to co-found Carolina Cryptid Crew. Little did we know then we were about to become the center of media attention and have Bigfoot step right of the pages of myth and legend and into our research area.   Melissa George I Believe   My husband Marty and I along with our daughter in law Cari had made a couple of trips out into the woods to look around.  We came across a small area that was bare of trees. The ground was mostly red dirt here, so we thought it would be a good place to look for footprints. I remember the three of us walking around this area with our heads down, being very careful where we stepped. My eyes went to something that looked like a heal print, oh my. Further up it got wider, yes, that’s where the toes would be. I am standing here looking at a very large bare footprint. All sorts of emotions flooded through me in a split second. I stepped back and looked again. It was unmistakable. It validated the tree structures and the wood knocks. It was here! Or it had walked through here! Was it watching us now? I felt the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I slowly looked up and peered into the darkened forest. It could very well be standing in the shadows where the sun does not penetrate. Hey guys, come here. I know they could here the emotions in my voice. They were both by my side in seconds. Looking down to see what I was looking at. OH MY GOD! Cari exclaimed. Get the ruler, Marty said. I handed him the ruler. He knelt down to measure the abnormally large footprint. Eleven inches long. It was a very strange feeling to be standing there looking down at this big footprint, knowing that the huge animal that made this had walked through here. It was just a short walk to my backdoor. I was not sure how I felt about this. I just could not fully accept what I was seeing. It was right there in my face, and I still couldn’t accept that we had a Bigfoot nearby. My mind was not wiling to accept what my eyes had just seen the three of us continued to look for more prints. We found another one the same size, then a smaller one. I still could not believe it. We took photos and videos of these footprints. But they just weren’t deep enough to cast. I would have loved to been able to make a cast of what we had just witnessed. But I guess it was not meant to be.   Haunted Doll By: Melissa George   A few years ago, back before I ever realized that I shared my home with a dark entity. I was hooked on EBay. I loved the thrill of winning the bid for the lowest amount of money possible. And I actually got some good bargains this way. Well, I had been browsing through the ads one morning and I came across this porcelain doll. She was the most beautiful doll I had ever seen. I am not a doll collector in any fashion. However, I wanted her so badly. She was simply breath taking in a green plaid dress with a ruffled petticoat showing. She had long red braids that ended with bows to match her dress.. Her eyes were the most beautiful blue. I put in my bid and waited. I upped my bid a few times through out the day, as I really wanted to win her. I knew the exact spot she would be sitting out in my son room. I went to bed that night thinking of her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The next morning I made mine and Marty's coffee and sat down to check my email. I had won the bid! She was going to be shipped to me today! I was so thrilled. I told Marty that morning that I had won a doll in a bid. He was a bit shocked since I was not a doll collector. I told him how beautiful she was. He said she really must be for her to make such an impression on me. I could not wait for her to arrive! Later that day I got an email from the seller. She told me that this was one of many dolls that she had bought in an estate sale and she would send me the paper work with her. She said she had a few errands to run that morning, then she would come back home to pack up the doll and she would be shipped that night. That was fine with me; I could wait an extra day. After all, she was mine now. Later that day I received a strange email from the seller. She told me she had been out running errands that day and had left the doll sitting on her desk. She said the doll had sat in the same place on her desk for the past few months. However, when she returned home that morning the doll was sitting across the room on the floor. I thought to myself, Ok, this woman is going to try to convince me that this is a haunted doll and ask for more money. She explained that she lived alone so there was no one that could have possibly moved the doll from her desk. I didn't think too much of this email, However I did wonder what her motive was for telling me this. I showed the email to Marty that evening, we both had a good laugh out of it. Just as we were laughing at this email, something crashed in the back part of the house. We were the only two home and there were no dogs in the house. We went to look but found nothing out of place. This would happen two more times that night. The doll showed up the next day by UPS. She was in a package that looked to be way to small to contain her, and as I opened the box the contents seemed to be chewed, but it was chewed up on the inside of the box, not the outside. But this was soon forgotten as I pulled my beautiful doll from her cramped box. I spent a few moments smoothing her dress and hair, and then I placed her in a seated position by my lamp on the end table in the sunroom. I crossed one tiny leg over the other. She looked so lovely there. Through out the day I would look over to admire my beautiful doll. When Marty and Chris came in from work Chris spotted her right off and told me just how creepy he thought she was. How in the world could he find such a lovely doll creepy? I looked at her again, but just could not make myself see her as anything less than beautiful. But wait a minute...hadn't I crossed her legs earlier? They were now plainly uncrossed. Maybe one of the dogs had bumped against the table causing her to shift. I walked over and readjusted her legs. Then went out to the kitchen to fix dinner. I didn't think much more about the doll that night. The next morning Chris told me he had gotten up during the night, and he had heard her porcelain legs moving around on the table. He actually forgot his drink and raced back to his room because of this. I assured him he had just creeped himself out, that the doll was harmless. However, through out the day that day I caught myself looking over at her to see if there was any movement. (Oh, stop it! I told myself. Chris is just getting to you.) However, there were a few times I thought I noticed the very slightest facial expression change on the doll.) Days and then weeks passed. Most people that would come over to visit would comment on how creepy the doll looked. I never understood what they were seeing. One day Marty was walking through the dinning room when he stopped and picked up a piece of paper. He brought it to me and said it must have come with the doll. Her paperwork! The seller had mentioned sending her paperwork, but I hadn't seen anything in the box. How did it get in my dinning room weeks later? I unfolded this small piece of paper, it turned out to be an aged newspaper clipping with a picture on it. An elderly woman had been driving down the road, when she met with a tragic accident and ran off an embankment ending her life. It showed the car with the trunk open and literally hundreds of dolls spilling from the trunk. There was my doll! She was just at the opening of the trunk looking as if she had been posed climbing out! Now that was creepy! I showed the paper to Marty, and we agreed that the doll had to go. That was just too weird. At the time, Marty and Chris were remodeling the home of a local woman. I told Chris he could give this woman the doll. However, I never mentioned the newspaper article to him. Chris took the doll to work with them the next morning, just as he went to hand the doll to the woman of the house; his leg went through the floor and was broken. It took him months to regain the use of his leg. Coincidence? Maybe. However, I no longer purchase any dolls from Ebay.   Melissa George http://MySouthernmoon.blogspot.com

MelissaGeorge-INTERVIEWED BY MARK ANTONY RAINES -AKA GHOSTMANRAINES

 To: Mark Raines Thank you. Maybe some of this will work for you, just let me know. Please give me a blog link, as I usually charge for this.Being that I am a blogger too, I didn't mind doing this for you. http://MySouthernMoon.blogspot.com I am Melissa George, a South Carolina Native. I am a freelance Web and Graphics designer by trade. However, in this past year, I have come to be an Author. I have written two books telling about my family’s journey of living with a paranormal entity along with a Bigfoot book of true encounters. My family lived with a shadow person that only had one thing in mind, and that was to destroy us. It nearly accomplished killing me and destroying our family. We found help just in time with Carolina Society for Paranormal Research and Investigations. These people not only gave us hope. They stepped up and entered this journey along side us. My family ended up joining the team and eventually becoming board members. This team branched out in the Cryptid direction. Being a Cryptid lover, my family jumped at the chance to co-found Carolina Cryptid Crew. Little did we know then we were about to become the center of media attention and have Bigfoot step right of the pages of myth and legend and into our research area. Melissa George I Believe My husband Marty and I along with our daughter in law Cari had made a couple of trips out into the woods to look around. We came across a small area that was bare of trees. The ground was mostly red dirt here, so we thought it would be a good place to look for footprints. I remember the three of us walking around this area with our heads down, being very careful where we stepped. My eyes went to something that looked like a heal print, oh my. Further up it got wider, yes, that’s where the toes would be. I am standing here looking at a very large bare footprint. All sorts of emotions flooded through me in a split second. I stepped back and looked again. It was unmistakable. It validated the tree structures and the wood knocks. It was here! Or it had walked through here! Was it watching us now? I felt the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I slowly looked up and peered into the darkened forest. It could very well be standing in the shadows where the sun does not penetrate. Hey guys, come here. I know they could here the emotions in my voice. They were both by my side in seconds. Looking down to see what I was looking at. OH MY GOD! Cari exclaimed. Get the ruler, Marty said. I handed him the ruler. He knelt down to measure the abnormally large footprint. Eleven inches long. It was a very strange feeling to be standing there looking down at this big footprint, knowing that the huge animal that made this had walked through here. It was just a short walk to my backdoor. I was not sure how I felt about this. I just could not fully accept what I was seeing. It was right there in my face, and I still couldn’t accept that we had a Bigfoot nearby. My mind was not wiling to accept what my eyes had just seen the three of us continued to look for more prints. We found another one the same size, then a smaller one. I still could not believe it. We took photos and videos of these footprints. But they just weren’t deep enough to cast. I would have loved to been able to make a cast of what we had just witnessed. But I guess it was not meant to be. Haunted Doll By: Melissa George

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Those look good, except for the fact that they end with "Haunted Doll."           Melissa (AKA Lisa) George Owner of Southern Moon Creations Assistant Director,Director of Media, Investigator,Carolina Society of Paranormal Research and Investigations, INC. Co-Founder of Carolina Cryptid Crew     I am Melissa George, a South Carolina Native. I am a freelance Web and Graphics designer by trade. However, in this past year, I have come to be an Author. I have written two books telling about my family’s journey of living with a paranormal entity along with a Bigfoot book of true encounters.   My family lived with a shadow person that only had one thing in mind, and that was to destroy us. It nearly accomplished killing me and destroying our family. We found help just in time with Carolina Society for Paranormal Research and Investigations. These people not only gave us hope. They stepped up and entered this journey along side us. My family ended up joining the team and eventually becoming board members. This team branched out in the Cryptid direction. Being a Cryptid lover, my family jumped at the chance to co-found Carolina Cryptid Crew. Little did we know then we were about to become the center of media attention and have Bigfoot step right of the pages of myth and legend and into our research area.   Melissa George   Haunted Doll By: Melissa George   A few years ago, back before I ever realized that I shared my home with a dark entity. I was hooked on EBay. I loved the thrill of winning the bid for the lowest amount of money possible. And I actually got some good bargains this way. Well, I had been browsing through the ads one morning and I came across this porcelain doll. She was the most beautiful doll I had ever seen. I am not a doll collector in any fashion. However, I wanted her so badly. She was simply breath taking in a green plaid dress with a ruffled petticoat showing. She had long red braids that ended with bows to match her dress.. Her eyes were the most beautiful blue. I put in my bid and waited. I upped my bid a few times through out the day, as I really wanted to win her. I knew the exact spot she would be sitting out in my son room. I went to bed that night thinking of her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The next morning I made mine and Marty's coffee and sat down to check my email. I had won the bid! She was going to be shipped to me today! I was so thrilled. I told Marty that morning that I had won a doll in a bid. He was a bit shocked since I was not a doll collector. I told him how beautiful she was. He said she really must be for her to make such an impression on me. I could not wait for her to arrive! Later that day I got an email from the seller. She told me that this was one of many dolls that she had bought in an estate sale and she would send me the paper work with her. She said she had a few errands to run that morning, then she would come back home to pack up the doll and she would be shipped that night. That was fine with me; I could wait an extra day. After all, she was mine now. Later that day I received a strange email from the seller. She told me she had been out running errands that day and had left the doll sitting on her desk. She said the doll had sat in the same place on her desk for the past few months. However, when she returned home that morning the doll was sitting across the room on the floor. I thought to myself, Ok, this woman is going to try to convince me that this is a haunted doll and ask for more money. She explained that she lived alone so there was no one that could have possibly moved the doll from her desk. I didn't think too much of this email, However I did wonder what her motive was for telling me this. I showed the email to Marty that evening, we both had a good laugh out of it. Just as we were laughing at this email, something crashed in the back part of the house. We were the only two home and there were no dogs in the house. We went to look but found nothing out of place. This would happen two more times that night. The doll showed up the next day by UPS. She was in a package that looked to be way to small to contain her, and as I opened the box the contents seemed to be chewed, but it was chewed up on the inside of the box, not the outside. But this was soon forgotten as I pulled my beautiful doll from her cramped box. I spent a few moments smoothing her dress and hair, and then I placed her in a seated position by my lamp on the end table in the sunroom. I crossed one tiny leg over the other. She looked so lovely there. Through out the day I would look over to admire my beautiful doll. When Marty and Chris came in from work Chris spotted her right off and told me just how creepy he thought she was. How in the world could he find such a lovely doll creepy? I looked at her again, but just could not make myself see her as anything less than beautiful. But wait a minute...hadn't I crossed her legs earlier? They were now plainly uncrossed. Maybe one of the dogs had bumped against the table causing her to shift. I walked over and readjusted her legs. Then went out to the kitchen to fix dinner. I didn't think much more about the doll that night. The next morning Chris told me he had gotten up during the night, and he had heard her porcelain legs moving around on the table. He actually forgot his drink and raced back to his room because of this. I assured him he had just creeped himself out, that the doll was harmless. However, through out the day that day I caught myself looking over at her to see if there was any movement. (Oh, stop it! I told myself. Chris is just getting to you.) However, there were a few times I thought I noticed the very slightest facial expression change on the doll.) Days and then weeks passed. Most people that would come over to visit would comment on how creepy the doll looked. I never understood what they were seeing. One day Marty was walking through the dinning room when he stopped and picked up a piece of paper. He brought it to me and said it must have come with the doll. Her paperwork! The seller had mentioned sending her paperwork, but I hadn't seen anything in the box. How did it get in my dinning room weeks later? I unfolded this small piece of paper, it turned out to be an aged newspaper clipping with a picture on it. An elderly woman had been driving down the road, when she met with a tragic accident and ran off an embankment ending her life. It showed the car with the trunk open and literally hundreds of dolls spilling from the trunk. There was my doll! She was just at the opening of the trunk looking as if she had been posed climbing out! Now that was creepy! I showed the paper to Marty, and we agreed that the doll had to go. That was just too weird. At the time, Marty and Chris were remodeling the home of a local woman. I told Chris he could give this woman the doll. However, I never mentioned the newspaper article to him. Chris took the doll to work with them the next morning, just as he went to hand the doll to the woman of the house; his leg went through the floor and was broken. It took him months to regain the use of his leg. Coincidence? Maybe. However, I no longer purchase any dolls from Ebay.   Melissa George http://MySouthernmoon.blogspot.com

Elaine Pomeransky-https://www.facebook.com/groups/339011862813132/?fref=ts

well this is just a social group so there aren't any aims or future plans. started the group a few years ago under a different title, it was initially called St. Ives Hippies, as post hippies who lived in st. ives in 1973 had a few reunions. But the site didn't really take off like my Mousehole group, so I closed it down, and then re-titled it, and it's just starting to take off. There are 'hippy' photos in the photo box amongst the other numerous photos-https://www.facebook.com/groups/339011862813132/?fref=ts

FORGOTTEN ENGLISH AN ARTICLE

English changes all the time, often in subtle ways—so it's not surprising that we've lost many delightful words and phrases along the way. In his wonderful book Forgotten English, Jeffrey Kacirk takes a closer look at the origins and histories of these language relics. Here are a few of our favorite words from the book; for more, check out Kacirk's website. 1. ASTROLOGAMAGE The medieval era's Miss Cleos, these so-called wise men made predictions based on what was happening in the sky. 2. CRAPULENCE This word, from the Latin root crapula, arose in the 18th century. According to Kacirk, it "denoted intestinal and cranial distress ... arising from intemperance and debauchery." Put another way: If you get crunk, expect crapulence. 3. EYE-SERVANT A term describing a servant who did his duty only lazily except when within sight of his master, "a form of insincerity known as 'eye-service,'" Kacirk notes. Replace servant with employee and master with boss, and you could probably know a few people to whom this term would apply. 4. FLITTERWOCHEN This Old English expression (probably borrowed from German) meant "fleeting weeks," and refers to what we today call a honeymoon. Flitterwochen is, obviously, a much better word. 5. FRIBBLER Though this term comes from the 18th century, chances are you know a fribbler. He says he's really into a lady, but just won't commit. The behavior of a fribbler was called fribbledom, by the way. 6. GROANING-CHEESE Back in the day, husbands didn't just hold their wives' hands during childbirth—they gave them the medieval version of an epidural: Cheese. Groaning-cheese was said to soothe a lady in labor, and so husbands paired it with groaning-cake and groaning-drink. READ MORE LINK-http://mentalfloss.com/article/56845/16-weird-forgotten-english-words-we-should-bring-back-Inspired by this -Curious glimpses of old English words, Western customs, social history, holidays and etiquette–one day at a time. candle_guyHave you ever wondered what a bowelhive (a Scottish intestinal ailment), a dabbit (a small amount; less than a dab), a celebaterian (a bachelor), an opscheplooper (an uninvited dinner guest), or a bloacher (any large animal) might be? If you can enlarge something, can you also ensmall it? And what caused London’s Top Hat Riot of 1797, the bizarre prosecution of animals and objects in the Middle Ages, and Lady Godiva’s famous ride in the buff? Each year the Forgotten English Calendar offers readers a brimming cartful of once indispensable terms and rough-hewn folklore. Sign up for the Forgotten English daily email (above) or buy the paper calendar for factual but lively, light-hearted, and thought-provoking explanations to these questions and many others, accompanied by a startling array http://forgottenenglish.com/of vintage line drawings. As Shakespeare commented in Othello, “These are fond paradoxes to make fools laugh in the alehouse.link to site-

BOY ITS BRASS MONKEYS?

During the recent cold spell ,in this article it shows a chimp in a blanket due to bring too cold even for brass monkeys.The  keepers at WALES APE AND MONKEY SANCTUARY NEAR SWANSEA had to fix the heating before worse of the freeze.

MY STRONGMAN MOMENTS NOT QUITE WORLDS STRONGEST MAN

Back  in the old days-1987-i joined the BODYBUILDING GUILD.T his was to take part in a power lifting event at my local gym in essex,this event involved DEAD LIFT, BENCH PRESS,LEG SQUAT ,i came last and cant remember weights done.If you look at me now you wouldd not think i had 18 inch biceps and could pick up and carry 330 lbs across gym floor.Later in 2013 i tried to retrain again  at http://www.fusion-fitness-bude.com/ i had  inform the owner about my neck problem which he said was ok as long as my health did not get worse. Anywhy to cut a long story short when i left bude  i could do 245 lbs dead-lift time 2 not bad for a crippled old man .