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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.5 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sun, 01 Aug 2010 01:49:10 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/"><rss:title>Blog</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/</rss:link><rss:description></rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2010-08-01T01:49:10Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.11.5 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/the-power-of-observation.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/real-life-pain.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/getting-real-with-ronnie.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/being.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/dont-ask.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/living-a-spiritual-existence.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/alice-in-wonderland.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/learning-at-your-fingertips.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/high-priestess.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/a-recovered-narcissist.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/the-power-of-observation.html"><rss:title>The power of observation</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/the-power-of-observation.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-07-21T16:44:02Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[While taking my early morning walk today I realized just how observant I am.  Noticing the car whose fender was duct taped up and struggling not to break away from the stickiness, the stray Mc Donald’s bag on the sidewalk obviously abandoned in a hurry as the content lay strewn about, the squawking cluster of crows perched in the trees taunting me with their ability to observe me as I glide by, and finally I am tuned into the fact that I can observe myself observering.]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/real-life-pain.html"><rss:title>REAL LIFE PAIN</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/real-life-pain.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-07-17T17:35:01Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[As I write this my head bangs and I can’t seem to see through my tears.  My face throbs and snot runs down my nose as I sob out the pain only to suck it back in again.  Obviously, I am writing this from a very raw place.  As I pound out the words my hands shake and my stomach quivers. Writing has always been a way for me to heal and this is no exception. This time I have decided to open my feelings and thoughts to the world, or at least to those who care to read my words.]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/getting-real-with-ronnie.html"><rss:title>Getting Real With Ronnie</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/getting-real-with-ronnie.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-06-17T13:49:04Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[KICK BACK AND LETS GET REAL!]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/being.html"><rss:title>BEING ~</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/being.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-04-18T18:21:10Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[Like a child clings to her mother’s bosom or the raindrop to the leaf we cling to our Creator; the Source that feeds us. We are bathing in the glory that is the Love of the One.]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/dont-ask.html"><rss:title>DON'T ASK?</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/dont-ask.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-03-24T12:37:51Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[DON’T ASK DON’T TELL…Sounds like a phrase a kid on a playground might use but in reality it is our military’s slogan to head its campaign of discrimination! 
What Is "Don't Ask, Don't Tell?"
Passed by Congress in 1993, DADT is a law mandating the discharge of openly gay, lesbian, or bisexual service members.  More than 13,500 service members have been fired under the law since 1994.]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/living-a-spiritual-existence.html"><rss:title>Living a Spiritual Existence</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/living-a-spiritual-existence.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-03-19T12:41:46Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[Rielle Hunter, Ashley Alexander Dupre, Maria Belen Chapur, Rachel Uchitel.. What do all of these women have in common?  They got caught.  Caught with another woman’s man, caught with their literal and proverbial pants down or skirts up as it were.   These are the women of John Edwards, Elliot Spitzer, Mark Sanford and of course, ONE of Tiger Woods.  I bring this up not to cause pain and more humiliation to the families but rather to illustrate a point.]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/alice-in-wonderland.html"><rss:title>Alice In Wonderland ~</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/alice-in-wonderland.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-03-15T22:40:06Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here&rsquo;s the moral of the story.. Never ever stick your head into something that you aren&rsquo;t prepared to lose your entire self to&hellip;.. Open your mind and your self will follow. &nbsp;</p>
<p>Now that you know the moral tell me YOUR story to support this moral.</p>
<p>Blessings,</p>
<p>Ronnie</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/learning-at-your-fingertips.html"><rss:title>Learning At Your Fingertips</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/learning-at-your-fingertips.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-02-27T21:07:20Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[D.I.V.A. College™ founders, Kimberanne Weaver and Veronica Drake have created a virtual learning community to inspire and educate people globally.
 

Together they are fulfilling their passion to bring people together from around the world to create a deeper sense of community.

March 1, 2010 –Veronica Drake and Kimberanne Weaver are proud to announce

D.I.V.A. College™.]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/high-priestess.html"><rss:title>High Priestess</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/high-priestess.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-02-22T17:51:19Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[As I begin my day I am reminded that wisdom abounds.  By simply being open to receiving I am filled with the knowledge of spirit.   Today I will bring forward what Spirit has given me to reveal for the highest and greatest good of human kind. You WILL know if this is meant for you. Something deep inside of you will connect with my words.]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://veronicadrake.net/blog/a-recovered-narcissist.html"><rss:title>a recovered narcissist</rss:title><rss:link>http://veronicadrake.net/blog/a-recovered-narcissist.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Veronica Drake</dc:creator><dc:date>2010-02-07T22:27:15Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[My life is transparent, I can finally say that after years of hiding a terrible secret. The secret was so shameful there were times I couldn’t even sleep.  I felt so lonely and so isolated that I thought death was the only answer. 

The secret …. I had no clue who the hell I was let alone why I was here.  I hid behind titles, roles, and material stuff. I played what I perceived to big girl games; games that hurt people, embarrassed and alienated people, bruised people I loved and pushed myself out of my family’s lives.  I was too scared to admit my secret. I spent YEARS blaming everyone for my unhappiness and for my mistakes.  I spent myself into the poorhouse and took my family with me.  I lived on a diet of charge cards and narcissism.]]></content:encoded></rss:item></rdf:RDF>