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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Faulty Connection Repaired

Isn’t it amazing what messages are out there just waiting for us to pick them up? Some float down like feathers and some pretty much have to hit us over the head. I almost had a feather in my teacup this morning, but I caught it just in time to pass it on to my universal family.

Shortly after filling my glass coffee pot with water and turning it on I noticed it was making some unusual sounds. It was bubbling and spitting and carrying on like an angelic celebration was going on. I listened for awhile and then saw that water was seeping out from the vessel below.

I cleaned up the mess, and when I turned the vessel over I saw there was a thin crack in the bottom. Stop for enlightened lesson here: Having just returned from the 3:33 adventure I also saw the crack reminded me of the “invisible” line down the human heart, (creating two halves one male one female) The most important fact about this division is that it was created with a tiny hole at the bottom to allow love to flow onto all of creation. Some Indian tribes leave an intentional flaw in their rugs for the same purpose.

Now back to my cracked pot. I just happened to have an old vessel in my cupboard because I seldom throw anything useful out. I set it on the unit and tried again. A little water entered the vessel, but it was apparent there was still something wrong. Since I have a reputation for “never giving up” I started to investigate. So if I’m putting water in the top and I have a bottom without a crack in it why in the world am I not getting enough water to even make a cup tea?

Then the light came on, it was a faulty connection between the “head” and the “body” causing it to be plugged. It didn’t take much to remove the plug and repair the problem. Now everything is working just as it is supposed to and all is well with my world, as I sit here sharing my experience and sipping my delicious cup of green tea.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

The Silent Prayer

In my heart, I accept my perfect being.
I accept that the joy I have intended is already in my life.
I accept that love I have prayed for is already within me.
I accept that the peace I have asked for is already my reality.
I accept that the abundance I have sought already fills my life.

In my truth, I accept my perfect Being.
I take responsibility for my own creations,
And all things that are within my life.
I acknowledge the power of spirit that is within me,
And know that all things are as they should be.

In my wisdom, I accept my perfect Being.
My lessons have been carefully chosen by my self,
And now I walk through them in full experience.
My path takes me on a sacred journey with divine purpose.
My experiences become part of all that is.

In my knowing, I accept my perfect Being.
In this moment, I sit in my golden chair
And know that I Am an angel of light.
I look upon the golden tray-the gift of spirit-
And know that all of my desires already have been fulfilled.

In love for my self, I accept my perfect Being.
I cast no judgment or burdens upon my self.
I accept that everything in my past was given in love.
I accept that everything in this moment comes from love.
I accept that everything in my future will result in greater love.

In my Being, I accept my perfection.
And so it is.

(an acknowledgment of all that is)
author unknown

Friday, March 26, 2010

The Miracle of Love

I do not consider myself a poet, but this poem,
written in 2000 is an exception. It celebrates
love on a different level and it is my gift to
my universal family. Please enjoy.


THE MIRACLE OF LOVE

Finding the person God has known since birth
Builds a bridge between heaven and earth
Peace and fulfillment flow freely from within
Like a cup running over with love to the brim

Asking His guidance to help with our strife
Lets one enjoy the precious moments of life
Understanding ourselves makes us strong
Willing to forgive all things that are wrong

Resisting all that loving could bring
Until we could find the one true thing
Eliminating all battles from our past
Makes it easier to love and have it last

Acknowledging your presence here or away
Cements the foundation we build today
Our love has been growing for an eternity
The time has come to believe in our destiny

When God and His angels connect two as one
The light outshines rays formed by the sun
Love encircles everyone they know
Performing as a magnet moving to and fro

Anyone can believe in the miracle of love
Be still and patient it comes from above
Like the flame of a candle soft and warm
The miracle will happen when love is born

Barbara Loure’ Gunn
2000

Another Golden Oldie

Over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow
way up high,
there’s a land that I heard of
once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
skies are blue.
and the dreams that you dare to dream
really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far
behind me
where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops
that’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
bluebirds fly
birds fly over the rainbow
why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow
why, oh why can’t I?

(music Harold Arlen/lyrics E.Y.Harburg
+thanks Judy and your gang+

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Somewhere

There’s a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere

There’s a time for us
Some day a time for us
Time together and time to spare
Time to look, time to care
Someday
Somewhere

We’ll find a new way of living
We’ll find there’s a way of forgiving
Somewhere

There’s a place for us
A time and place for us
Hold my hand and we’re halfway there
Hold my hand and I’ll take you there
Somehow
Someday
Somewhere

There’s a place for us
Hold my hand and we’re halfway there
Hold my hand and I’ll take you there
Somehow
Someday
Somewhere

(Music Leonard Bernstein/Lyrics Stephen Sondheim)
+ gracious jt +

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

PEACE BE WITH YOU ALL

This time of year means many things to many people, even to those not claiming a particular religion. I believe it is a time to wear new clothes and plant new seeds, inside and out. It is a time of renewal, a chance to begin again with fresh knowledge. Easter is a time to step back and truly appreciate and be grateful for what we have been given. It is a time to revisit our past and clean up the dangling cobwebs in our minds and hearts that keep us from living a peaceful life.

I truly wish each one reading my words a joyful season of rebirth peace be with you all.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

P.S. I Love You

As I have suggested in past posts my mother and I had a difficult relationship. It was not resolved at the time of her physical death in 1987. She was a very negative woman, whose energy rubbed off on me. I’m not blaming her it’s simply the truth.

As I entered her hospital room for the first time and viewed her unconscious frame a nurse said “tell her you love her”. I could not comply. I just stood by her bed and stared at the picture before my eyes. She died a few days later, without regaining consciousness.I carried the guilt of that moment around like unused baggage for twenty years until I was given the tool I needed to move on.

In 2007, while attempting to find out the name of my maternal grandfather, I was led to seek the help of my friend Kati, a Reiki Master. Her gift gave me something much more important than a name, it gave me the reason my mother had grown up to be so negative. Her father had died in the military when she was only 8. Although she later had a wonderful step-father, she never forgave him for leaving her.

When I understood the reason for her negativity I was able to forgive not only my mother, but myself. It was a step I needed to take to move on with my own life. I am grateful that I was given an opportunity to heal a wound that could have continued to fester long after my residence on earth had passed. I love you mom!

I did eventually find the name of my grandfather, William Ott Johnson, whose spirit I truly believe had a hand in my spiritual growth.

P.S. I love you too grandpa and wish I had been able to know you!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Have You Done Enough?

In recent years many souls I have known have gone home to reflect on the human life they lived. Some were young, some old, some endured life long illnesses and some were taken with no warning that it was their last day on earth. The soul that made the biggest impression on me was a little boy who knew he was dying of cancer. He did not fear death. His only question was “Have I done enough?’

Maybe it is a question we should all ask of our self. Have we done everything we could to leave the earth better off? Have we taken every opportunity offered to shape our children, be a friend, use our God given talents, learn every lesson and spread universal love to everyone we meet?

If you are alive you still have time to do more so that the picture you are reflecting on at the end of your journey will cause your soul to fill with pride; knowing that you truly did enough.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Labels

When you open a jar labeled pickles you expect to get pickles. I have been thinking about human labels and wonder how much they contribute to who we become. From birth we are either the oldest, middle or youngest child in our family. This label comes with its own set of statistics based on years of observation by humans who claim to know what they are talking about.

We are, generally speaking, either male or female, which also comes with another batch of statistics from the learned. For instance, you aren’t supposed to wear pink if you are a boy or play with mud soaked trucks if you are a girl. What would the neighbors think!

Then there is the ethnic label. God forbid if as a child, your best friend happens to be of a different nationality or color than you are. Even worse what if you continue to be best friends through your school years and wind up marrying the person. What would your grandparents think?

As we go through school we acquire many new labels placed on us by teachers and peers. We can be labeled smart, slow, artistic, athletic, studious, class clown, nerd and yes even stupid just to name a few.

How much do labels matter in the scheme of things? From my own experience I believe quite a bit, until you reach the point of looking in your mirror and recognizing who you really are. Anyone can be a pickle in a pickle jar it takes guts to fill the jar with your own unique ingredients!

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Life in a Nutshell

I was born in Ketchikan, Alaska when it was still a U.S. territory, moved via ship to Tacoma, WA at age two. I also lived in Olympia and Shelton, WA and from Jr. High age to about 30 in Seattle, WA. During this time I graduated from high school, married and had two sons. When my youngest was 4 mos. old we moved to California. When my sons were five and ten I divorced my husband, a “career womanizer”.

Believing my children needed a father I quickly married again. We moved to New Mexico in 1976, and I gave birth to our daughter in 1979. After a twenty-seven year relationship my husband, a “career alcoholic”, and I mutually divorced.

The last 11 years have been spent discovering who I am in addition to being a mother. I found a generous, compassionate, honest, intelligent being who is a spiritual warrior. Most people only believe what they can see; a spiritual warrior also accepts the ethereal. I have never been happier and can hardly wait to see what happens next in my personal book of life.

Friday, March 12, 2010

SPRING CLEANING

Remember the saying; do not throw the baby out with the bath water? I am concerned that the people who are having a problem with their religion are doing just that with their Creator.

Any religion is man’s interpretation of creation. Our Creator exists and will continue to be, whatever man/woman does or believes. Life is peaceful when we acknowledge a one on one connection with an entity greater than any other. It is not important what we call this entity. It is important that we believe and nurture the connection.

Spring is a time to clean house, tossing out what we do not need and keeping what we do to be happy loving beings. It is a time to rid our space and our minds of the garbage we have collected over the years that weighs us down. A joyful mind is one that is clean enough to be called healthy. Be careful that you don’t accidentally throw out the most precious gift you have been given with your trash!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Short Sighted Friend

While walking with a woman I have known for over 30 years, who is also the wife of a retired State Senator, I was amazed at her vision. I have another 30 year friend, Gene, born a thalidomide baby, who I refer to as my “resident repairman”, because he never refuses to come to my rescue when something breaks. Gene, by most standards would be considered deformed although someone forgot to make him aware of that. He is the most amazing man I have ever known, he should not be able to do the things he can, but he does them anyway.

Now back to my walk with the Senator’s wife, who during our conversation this morning expressed her displeasure with Gene. What’s wrong I asked? Her answer was that he had at some time made negative remarks about the Senator. She went on to say, “Nobody better run down my husband!” I personally have never heard Gene run down anyone and besides the Senator had been in office for 35 years. It is very possible he found more than one person who disagreed with his decisions! It is a free country after all.

I thought about this incident all morning and realized that it went along with a comment made by a blog follower to my last post (Count Your Friends). I found it hard to believe the Senator’s wife could be so short sighted about a wonderful soul who has spent his life as a role model for those whose mantra is “I can’t do that”.

Friday, March 5, 2010

COUNT YOUR FRIENDS

BE A FRIEND

How long does it take to be a friend?

To share a thought, a dream, a plan, a life,
to offer a smile, an ear, a shoulder, a hug,
to gently guide, support, defend, respect,
to love, to pray for the other.

How long does it take to be a friend?
A moment or a lifetime.

Lately I have acquired a whole bunch of new friends of all ages, ethnic backgrounds and experiences who mix very well with my older friends. Variety is the spice of life! I am looking around and wondering how did this happen? What am I doing different?

I think the answer is I have stopped trying to orchestrate my life and the lives of everyone I know. I have begun to appreciate the fact that every single life created is a unique gift from one source.

Sometimes we focus on one or two people who make such a big impression on us that we can't see beyond them. Allowing any other entity to overshadow us is like saying, go ahead live my life for me because I realize that God did not make me as intelligent, attractive or as worthy as you are. That's a bunch of crap! God does not make junk.

So today as I look around and count my many friends I am grateful for all of them and the little quirks that make them who they are. Every single one of them has taught me something of value.

Monday, March 1, 2010

God's Motivator

February brought several new friends into my world through Facebook. It is interesting that three of them are life coaches. Even more interesting is that I am not the least bit intimidated by the fact that they have a degree in their field. I have a degree in life. I feel perfectly comfortable contributing to their blogs and discussions.

One of the hurdles I had to deal with on my evolvement journey was to let people be. Maybe the reason I grew up to be a control freak was because I spent too many years as an active mother or because my first female role model was controlling. Whatever the reason, that was then and it is not who I am now. My new mantra is be whoever you are.

This blog is very fulfilling for me because it allows me to express my opinion on whatever subject I choose. I certainly have lived long enough to have an opinion. God has given me a smorgasbord of experiences from cancer to divorce and I am grateful for every one. To survive without anger is one of my biggest accomplishments.

I am officially retired, but if I had a job title it would be “God’s Motivator”. Sometimes I think of life as a campfire. If the ashes aren’t stirred up now and then the fire will die. I have concluded my job is to help stir. Although I am no longer willing to do another’s work for them, I am content inspiring them to take care of their own problems.