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Emotional Gate

Nae's Nest —  June 25, 2013 — 2 Comments

What is your Emotional Starting Gate

 By Vedam Clementi      ttp://   We are all products of our conditionings. Until you begin to live a life that is based upon Universal Awareness, you could even say that you are a puppet on a string, and your conditionings are the puppet master. Your conditionings have built your belief systems, and your conditionings have led you to your ‘Emotional Starting Gate.’ Your conditionings act as a filter through which you view life, perceive life, judge life, and how you react to life. Your conditionings, your belief systems, and your emotional starting gate pull your strings, setting the stage to react a certain way; therefore, robbing you of the gift of free will, and your opportunity to respond to life. Now, just for a moment, be truly honest with yourself. Are you an optimist or a pessimist? Are you a cynic, a doubter; do you automatically go to the place that defends your limitations, or explains why this or that will not or cannot work? Do you trust people, the process, and the journey? Do you trust yourself? When I have asked my life coaching clients these questions, most of them say they are optimists, and they do trust the process and the journey; however, the deeper we go, we uncover an emotional starting gate that is based upon doom and gloom. It may not be in every area of their lives. Sometimes it is only in certain areas of their lives, and other times, we uncover a prophet of doom, a real doubting Thomas. So, who and what is this phantom behind the curtain, who is the puppet master? What exactly is your Emotional Starting Gate (ESG), and how does it affect your life? We are no different from Pavlov’s dogs. We have been conditioned to be a certain way; we have been conditioned to perceive, react and respond to life. Each of us has been conditioned to have a particular starting point, or place that the mind goes to first that begins to set the stage for how your react or respond. Everyone has multiple ESG’s; you have at least ten, and often, more than that depending upon your mood or outlook at any given day. You have an ESG relating to your family, your work, your money, your sex life, and being intimate. You have an ESG regarding your leisure and play time, your mental and physical abilities and capabilities, and your spiritual connection and life. You have an ESG relating to trusting yourself and others, and you have an ESG regarding all the other different facets of life: Is your ESG telling you that life is easy or difficult? Does it tell you that you have to work hard to achieve your goals? Are you automatically cautious? Is there a force that is guiding you, or testing you? Is there a force that is judging you and your actions? Are you fearful, and if so, in what areas of your life are you experiencing fear? Your ESG is the set point that your conditioned, thinking mind goes to automatically when an event happens in your life. Right, wrong or indifferent, your mind goes there first. Your ESG sets the stage; it is the puppet master! This is no way to live. Living a preset or predetermined life because of your ESG takes away your birthright as a free willed being; it robs you of seeing all that life has to offer. ESG also set the stage for a life of self-fulfilling prophesies. It not only dictates the future as it unfolds, it reinforces your existing belief systems. Again, this is no way to live! The key is first knowing, understanding, and accepting your ESG’s, and from there, you can begin to respond differently to life. Awareness and honesty are the keys that will begin to liberate you; they can and will open new doors and new opportunities! Until you are honest with yourself, and you choose to be different from your training, you are allowing your conditionings to write your viewpoints, outlook, perspectives, and your future. Become aware of your Emotional Starting Gate, and if it answers the call of the moment, embody it; however, if it does not support you, then begin to change it immediately. You get to choose! Vedam Clementi is a Spiritual Teacher, Life Coach, Meditation Coach, Author, and Lecturer. A full recovery from paralysis using spiritual concepts, meditation, and natural healthcare led to Vedam’s spiritual awakening and desire to share what he has learned. Vedam has taught fellow souls for over a decade to leave the past behind, plant seeds for their desired tomorrow, and to be present in each moment as they move through life. Vedam has a unique way of uniting psychological and spiritual tools that support the individual to relate to themselves, others, and life in a new way: openly, lovingly, and authentically. 

Butterfly Parade

Nae's Nest —  May 2, 2013 — 4 Comments

A bud will burst open

Flashy color on display

Standing proudly, for just a few days

Faded petals drop one by one

Life was short, but brilliantly done

A butterfly is born but soon to die

Only a few days it has to fly

Parading around fairy meadows

Before resting forever within the shadows

Life was short, but brought pure joy

Chased with the net of a little boy

Time is meant for precious things

Love and laughter make the heart sing

Caring and giving to one lacking color

Exchanging smiles and thoughts

With one and another

Life was short, but full with love

Moments spent giving hugs

Forever etched in a loved-ones mind

Never to be forgotten, never to forget

Lasting memories with few regrets

Memories live longer than life

If made with love and true delight

Petals drop as life fades

Dreaming of butterfly parades

Flowers flashy on display

Placed around a summer grave

Life was short, but it was blessed

A heart at peace is able to rest

Renee Robinson

Magic Garden

Nae's Nest —  January 29, 2013 — Leave a comment

Every night I go out to tend to my garden

All is perfect, no smog or clouds

No pollution or debris

Everything looking hand polished and carefree

I open a jar and scoop up the glow

I open another to catch a falling star

The perfect night for some Moon gardening

The perfect night to enjoy her bounty

I hear the crickets and frogs

I picture them jumping and falling off old logs

I look out and see the fireflies

Too many to count they zip through the air

Natures stars on earth, parallel to the sky

The magic of the garden grows in the night

I harvest moonbeams and the crickets song

Canned in Mason jars, on a shelf, glowing bright

The magic of the night grows in my garden

Wild with nature and summer’s breeze

Tended with loved and shaded by trees

All is perfect, no smog or clouds

No pollution or debris

Renee Robinson

The Final Ring

Nae's Nest —  November 2, 2012 — Leave a comment

from “Stepping Into The Canvas”,

 I see the leaves of time
The buds of Spring
Birth of a new life
The start of a new ring 
Healthy green leaves of Summer
The start of life
Young and in prime
 Another ring of time
 Golden leaves of the fall                                
A reflection of years gone by                          
Amber leaves drop, one by one
Which one am I?
 The sea of life
The ocean’s tide
Rotates the rings
While the moon keeps time
The golden years
Tracker of time
One more ring
Time does fly
 Cries of laughter
Joys of birth
Cries of anguish 
 Another leaves Earth  
The final ring just went by
One life begins  
Another dies
A soul departs, see him fly!
A cycle complete
Tidy and neat
Time for the cycle to repeat
Renee Robinson

Free Spirit

Nae's Nest —  July 21, 2012 — 2 Comments

Nae's Nest:

Beautiful poem from Through The Healing Lens, one of my favorite blogs at Enjoy

Originally posted on THROUGH THE HEALING LENS:

Angelic child
Beckons me;
Soft sweet smiles
Aura: gold and free.

With reckless abandon
She skips through dirt piles;
Lips stained chocolate
Wispy wind-blown hairstyle.

Something pure
Yet something wise;
Her sun shines down hope
As she swings through the sky.

©Robyn Lee

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Wind Chimes And Gifts

Nae's Nest —  July 15, 2012 — 11 Comments

I listen to the finches

As they sing busily

Tending to the house

A gift from me

They are in tune

With Daddy’s wind chimes

Carefully made

By his hand

A gift to me

Robins made a nest

In a sled

On my porch

I can watch

The babies crying

When mom and dad leave

Pretending to be starved

They cry hungrily

I placed a small pink ribbon

On top of the nest

Mama weaved it in

A designer touch

A gift from me

My lilies are standing proud

Modeling rich colors

Such pretty girls they are

Nature is the tailor

The humming birds

Say hello as they

Buzz around my head

Feeders are filled

With sweet bug juice

Fat tiny bellies

Happy and full

A gift from me

Daddy’s chimes play

To the rhythm of the wind

The lilies and the birds

Dance and sing happily

They are a gift

Flashy feathers


Sweet smelling


A peacocks display

Doing me proud

While in the wind

They play

Renee Robinson

Just Up Ahead

Nae's Nest —  May 18, 2012 — 4 Comments

Just up ahead

I see my last bridge

I am crossing as slowly as I can

Just up ahead

I walk my last mile

I am walking with you

And holding your hand


Stopping to look up into the sky

To talk to and to pray

Accepting the road

The path of my life

Just up ahead

I walk my last mile

Taking your hand

A kiss and a smile


I have known my death would come before its time

I believe there is a reason for everything

No matter how impossible sometimes it seems

I will be with others who have gone ahead of me

Just up ahead, More loved ones

Who have crossed this bridge before me

A reunion awaits

For me and my mates

Just up ahead

I love them


I will be in the wind and in the air

The stardust that pours from the sky

I will be the gold in an Autumn leaf

The song in a spring finch

The first snowflake to fall on your cheek

Just up ahead

I walk my last mile

Taking your hand

A kiss and a smile


A drawbridge

Drawing out my life

While I spend time writing it

I am the Gold in an Autumn leaf

The Song in a Spring Finch

The first Snowflake every Winter

And the Writer of Summer-Time Dreams

Just up ahead

I walk my last mile

Taking your hand

A kiss and a smile

Renee Robinson

Daisy Dreams

Nae's Nest —  April 19, 2012 — 3 Comments

If I listen very closely I can hear with my dreams.

The magical, mythical, and musical things usually ignored.

The sound of the bugs talking to each other, the music of the wind as she sings.

 The bass of the frog when he bellows or the sweetness of the bluebird’s song.

 One of my favorite languages is that of the daisies.

 A laid-back country song, the kind that makes your shoes come off.

 A hayride and marshmallow toasting kind of time.

Yes, the language of the daisy is such a relaxing sound, filled with summer fun and warm memories.

 Everyone can hear it, not just me.

You only need to believe.

Renee Robinson

Castaway Woman

Nae's Nest —  March 25, 2012 — 3 Comments

My tears fall….As the leaves

I cry a tear

For each season

Red for the


I have shed

While dancing Around

I was led

By the hand

A horrid partner

One who should be

Castaway in Satan’s lair

Never to hurt Never to ensnare

My tears fall….As the leaves

I cry a tear

For each season

Orange for the


Stuck, pricked,

Pushed and


Leaves fall freely

Storm restrained

Castaway needles

Fingers of pain

My tears fall….As the leaves

I cry a tear

For each season

Brown for the


Toying with death

Constant wonder

When is my last breath?

Will I fall to pieces?

How bad will it get?

Will I be helpless?

Castaway woman

Soon to be useless?

My tears fall….As the leaves

I cry a tear

For each season

Yellow for the


I cling to tightly

White knuckle

Death grip

Never to let go

Too much to lose

Too much to bestow

Castaway Woman

Not on My Life, Be ready to fight

by Renee Robinson

Willow In The Tree

Nae's Nest —  March 24, 2012 — Leave a comment

The man in the moon

Gets all of the attention

Seen by all

Gains him population

But I much prefer

The Willow in my tree

She sways and sings softly

Tunes just for me

No noisy traffic

No blaring horns

Just me

Under the willow

Feeling forlorn

Enjoying her shade

Given joyfully each day

Enjoying the nap

As lazily she sways

Lulling me to sleep

In a hammock built for two

Gently we will sleep

As we listen to the tune

Her branches singing out

In the soft summers breeze

A sweet lullaby

I accept with such



by Renee Robinson