LOVELIGHT

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HAPPY SPRINGTIME!

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Managing editors: Adamaria Francis and Richard Shining Thunder Francis. Contributors to this issue: Loretta Carrier, Chris Finer, Thomas Gustin, Gene Janning, Ty Scharrer. andSusan Smith.

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AWAKENING NOW!, by Thomas Gustin (Yit)

 

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How many of us think that we are “awake” right now? Well, you have to be awake if you are reading this right now. Isn’t that right?

Psychologists recognize three states of mind-- waking consciousness (being

awake), the sleeping state, and the dream state. However, there is another state--

the meditative. We can talk about only that which we have experienced, which is why it is not “officially” listed as a mindstate.

I feel that there is another unlisted, therefore unofficial, mindstate that

more accurately describes “waking consciousness.” That mind-state is a kind

of dull twilight state, a mid-level realm that is both semi-conscious and quasi-sleep.

To determine how awake we are, stop for a minute and consider how many daily processes we perform by “habit.” Do we have a regular routine in the morning? Do we drive the same roads to and from work? Do we always read the paper at a certain time of day, listen to a particular radio station every day, watch the same TV shows half-paying attention, or do any number of a zillion things with little or no thinking because they are automatic habits? How often have we been behind the wheel of a car and, after arriving at our destination, we are shocked at our “sudden arrival” and have wondered how we got there without killing others or ourselves? The "automatic pilot" works very well; perhaps it is overworked by most.

Some synonyms for the word “awake” include: alert, attentive, aware, conscious, heedful, mindful, observant, sharp, vigilant, watchful, wide-awake– all marked by cognizance, comprehension, and perception. All of these words imply being aware in the present moment, alert right now.

All habits are based upon the past, having nothing to do with “right now.” All habits run from memories, which are energy patterns that temporarily “remember” that which does not now exist. They provide only a temporary recall of the past. Due to their temporary and temporal nature, their energy levels decay over time. This occurs if periodic conscious remembering does not regularly refresh them.

If we are running automatically on habitpower, then we are NOT truly awake.

Why? Habits are based upon memories of a past, which no longer exists. Being awake implies that we are conscious right NOW. Most people are “living” on automatic pilot in a semi-conscious, usually pain-filled, quasi-sleep state. Our pain is primarily caused by our attachments to the past. When someone tells you that she is "blessed with a terrible memory,” she is not kidding.

Of course, many habits are necessary. Take, as an example, bioprocesses: the conscious mind is just too weak and single-focused to regulate even the simplest of living processes. And it cannot even comprehend the myriad myriad complex ones going on, non-stop, throughout our lives. Therefore, almost all of the body functions are automatic. They all work just fine until we disturb our own energy balances to the point of pain, disease, and even death. As in all life-lessons, balance is the key. Habits free our conscious mind for other, more interesting, distractions. Still, life and conscious living are marked by noticeable changes. Habits generally provide repetition with no consciously created changes. When our lives become almost all habits, however, very little “new” living is experienced. For the living is based upon the past and not the present.

A choice is the combination of both our “attention” and our “intention". The seed thought of our intention determines what kind of experience we will eventually perceive. When we speak and/or act on our choice, we transmit into the Universe a statement about who we are, and who we wish to be. Many subconscious layers of mind then (mysteriously and miraculously) can act upon this “will” of the conscious mind. This it can do in all the ways necessary to create a perceivable experience. Sometimes, then, our conscious choices create, or at least, affect our experience. This process is continuous. It lasts as long as we are in this dimension. It usually ends at death.

To become more awake, we need to become more aware of our patterns of living that are based upon the past. Those run on habitpower. We need to determine which ones are NOT making an accurate statement about who we really are (Love) and who we wish to be (Love). This Love is our true Nature and Essence. We automatically respond angrily to a person who has hurt us in the past. If we can wake ourselves up enough to realize that we are reacting from past memories, then we are not responding to real-time current experiences. Then, we have found ninety- percent of our "cure". The remaining ten percent is the work necessary to disengage our memory-driven behavior. We then substitute new love-based intentions. This creates new, more positive, experiences when interacting with this person. The constant repetition of a new love-based behavior will over-ride the old memories with new ones. Then, we no longer react from fear-memories. We participate and commune from real-time loving intentions.

It is often very difficult to change from living based upon the past, on automatic pilot, to living in the present moment. Dear friends, this is one of the primary lessons to be learned, by almost all fellow-earth-travelers. If you wish, this is one of several life-lessons that you can experience. It is a path to living in peace, joy, and freedom. The choice, as always, is yours. Remember, your choices are the seeds to your future experiences. If you want to experience a more loving life, one rooted in the present moment, then make new choices.

I invite you to reality by moving from the “twilight state” to the “awake state." Sweet Dreams!

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OWNER'S MANUAL FOR LIVING ON EARTH, by Thomas Gustin (Yit)

Invitation

 

Welcome to the beginning of a brand new experience. My current role, as a fellow Student of Life, is that of being a Messenger of Love. In this role as an itinerant instructor, while presenting seminars to students, one particular question keeps coming up. Often in response to an “Aha” experience, someone laments that life could have been easier, if only they had learned a little jewel of wisdom while growing up. “Why doesn’t life come with an owner’s manual?” Well, actually, it does. Some of us are consulting the wrong one. This is like using an owner’s manual for a dishwasher to figure out how to use a chain saw (someone else’s manual). Some of us are trying to understand a reference resource written in ancient Hebrew (or some other language), when we can only read and comprehend English. (The symbols don’t make sense). For some of us the manual being examined is similar to a car manual for the first Model T built in 1908. With it, we are hoping to understand how our computerized modern suv’s are to be maintained. (The information is extremely out of date). Even worse, some of us do not even know that there is an Owner’s Manual to help us really enjoy living while here at Earth School (we have not accessed, or really looked for, guidance).

This “Owner’s Manual For Living On Earth” is an unusual look at our lives. It tells how deliberately to make them much better. We will be examining the contents of our current user’s guides. We might or might not be using them consciously. Let's scrutinize some of the directions. We will look at the following: 1) which portions of our assembly instructions need to be done; 2) which steps can wait until later; 3) which sections can be done away; 4) which new pieces are still needed; and 5) in what order all of this should be done. (In life, “some assembly is required.”)

As a teacher, I seek no followers. In time, each must become a selfteacher. This is so that you can continue to improve your own living document (life) long after our short time together is over. We are going briefly to explore a broad spectrum of topics. They are intended to assist us in filling in some of the blanks in our "documents". Every owner’s manual is unique. But there are many common guideposts, stepping-stones, processes, and other mile-markers. These messages from the Universe can greatly ease our pain and accelerate our spiritual growth. They can also increase moments of bliss.

The next two free seminars will be conducted at:

1    Victory of Light Festival, April 16 and 17, at the Sharonville Ohio Convention Center; and

2    The 3^rd Annual Gift of Light World Expo, April 23 and 24, at the Veterans Memorial Hall in Columbus, Ohio (Seminar will be at 1-3 pm on Sunday)

 

Won’t you join me in this little adventure into Living Life?

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Thrilling Nexuspoints by Richard Francis

All of us have experienced dramatic, mind-rocking moments that have changed our lives forever! These are called "nexuspoints." After they tornadically rush into our lives, nothing is ever the same!. During these thrilling, luminous moments, we are "reborn,"!

Four have occurred in this life, and all orbit the theme of Love. The first was marriage, thirty-four years ago, to the Love of youth, who has blossomed into a lovely, gentle, intelligent, smart, tender, funny lady with whom it is a pleasure to spend life. She has stood valiantly close during life's most horrific hurricanes, and has been there when life was a battle-ground, and when it was a play-ground.

The second nexuspoint occurred in the mind, not the world. It was a Niagara of Love that washed over the entire being, saturating it in the pristine and stainless Light of Love. This unsought experience lasted only about ten minutes, but those life-changing moments could not have been more powerful had they lasted a millennium! For in that moment, it was known that the only important pursuit, among the thousands that life offers, is to love. Out of all the fine goals of politics, religion, business, education, and other life-areas, all that truly counts, in the final moments of our lives, is how well, and how often, we loved ourselves and others.

This monumental breakthrough led to the next nexuspoint: At the age of four, the family had joined an extremist rightwing religious cult. It held to some fairly antihuman ideas, such as the one that God was going to murder the entire human race (except for cultmembers). It was saturated hopelessly with superstitions, and saw "evil spirits" everywhere. All churches, religions, and all people, except cultmembers, were "demonic" and controlled by Satan. The god of the cult was petulant, violent, unreasoning, capricious, and threw regular temper-tantrums. He had the emotional maturity of a four-year-old.

After immersion in a galaxy of pure Love, resignation from the cult was inevitable, and sweetly occurred. That was the best move possible, in the twenty-twenty vision of retrospect!

The fourth nexuspoint occurred when the body experienced serious kidney-failure. That was when beloved Pat rushed to the rescue! Eighteen years older, she had always been part sister and part "mother," with a deep, abiding Love between us that was mutual. Over the years, it had grown into a beautiful, infinite power that unified our hearts in warm brightness. When her brother, still in the cult, heard of the condition, he fled in terror and panic, lest he be asked to donate an organ. But our sweet sister Pat as rapidly hurried to give! She could not wait! Since a part of her now lives within, our Love has grown into a special sharing, a kind of "oneness." What a great pleasure and delight was that special sharing!

Due to these powerful nexuspoints, a career in psychology has been cultivated. The special area of study is a subsystem of psychology called "agapology"-- the science of Love. Learning to love is the key to liberation, and a dozen books on this fascinating, captivating subject have been written here. The free services of lifedesign consultant and psychospiritual advisor have been pursued. This career has been followed for over thirty years, and they have filled life with joy!

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DOLLARS AND DOLPHINS, by Richard Francis

Life is more precious than money. Even the most ignorant fool in the world knows this. But men in power behave as if it were not so!

For example, the U.S. navy is now working with low-frequency active (lfa) sonar-devices that create such loud bursts of sound that the sinuses and eardrums of whales and dolphins explode! This is agonizingly painful! The devices also cause bleeding in lungs and brains a thousand miles from a lfa device.

Yet the U.S. Navy opposes plans to restrict this deadly technology. In this, it flies in the face of international efforts by Nato and the E.U. In fact, the Pentagon has drafted a policy that allows for the murder of these beautiful creatures-- by destroying the Marine Mammals Protection Act. In supporting this murder, the current administration has resisted the entire world-community! Again, the clock turns backwards.

Since these creatures are mammals, much like us, not fish, they are sensitive and intelligent creatures. They are able to love, think, communicate, create, and organize, showing a level of intelligence that approaches, and sometimes rises above, the human. Further, these are friendly, helpful, harmless, and joyful creatures. To continue to use devices that make the insides of their heads explode is the height of insensitive obscenity. When deafened, these sweet creatures starve.

The current administration has always valued money over life-- even human life. It has proved this so many times that even true supporters can no longer deny it. In killing, carelessly and needlessly, mammals as intelligent as we, we are lowering ourselves to subhuman levels of behavior. It is time that we demand the development of alternative technologies that are silent, and harmless to our friends in the seas. These technologies exist right now! It is time that we demanded that our government be more than a wallet, but that it gain a heart!

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MEGABLASTS OF HEALING, SOULIFTING HUMOR!!

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CYBER-CAR VISUALIZATION sent in by Susan Smith (Mooncat)

 

For all of us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way
computers have enhanced our lives, read on.

 

At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the
computer industry with the auto industry and stated, "If GM had kept up
with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving
$25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon."

 

In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release
stating:

 

If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars
with the following characteristics (and I just love this part):

 

1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash twice a day.

 

2. Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a
new car.

 

3. Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason. You would
have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off the

car, restart it, and reopen the windows before you could continue. For
some reason you would simply accept this.

 

4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your
car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to
reinstall the engine.

 

5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable,
five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only five
percent of the roads.

 

6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be
replaced by a single "This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation" warning
light.

 

7. The airbag system would ask "Are you sure?" before deploying.

 

8. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and
refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle,
turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna

 

9. Every time a new car was introduced car buyers would have to learn how
to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the
same manner as the old car.

 

10. You'd have to press the "Start" button to turn the engine off.

 

THE THREE TRAVELERS, sent in by Gator (Ty Scharrer)

 

Three men– a Hindu, a rabbi, and a televangelist-- were traveling together. They came to a farmhouse and asked for lodging for the night.

The farmer said they were welcome, but he had only one room and it would only accommodate two people. One would have to sleep in the barn with the animals. The Hindu said that was fine; he would sleep in the barn.

In a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. The farmer opened the door to see the Hindu standing there. The Hindu said, "I'm sorry, but the cows are in the barn. They are holy. I cannot stay there."

The Rabbi said he would go.

Shortly, there was a knock on the door. The farmer opened the door to see the Rabbi standing there. The Rabbi said, "I'm sorry, but the pigs are in the barn. It wouldn't be kosher."

The televangelist said he would go.

Again, there was a knock on the door. The farmer opened the door to see the pigs and cows standing there.

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THE WORLD'S THINNEST BOOKS

Things I Love about Bill,
by Hillary Clinton

My Little Book of Personal Hygeine,
by Osama Bin Laden

Things I would not do for Money
by George Bush

My Wild Years,
by Al Gore

America's Most Popular Lawyers

 

America's Honest Politicians

 

A Guide to Dating Etiquette,

by Mike Tyson

 

Compassionate and Wise Fundamentalists

 

Compassionate and Wise Presbycons

The Amish Phone-book

 

People Whom I've Loved, and Who Loved Me, by George Bush

And the world's Number One Thinnest Book

War and Peace: Thoughts, by Rumsfeld

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CUTE OBSERVATIONS, sent in by Chris Finer

 

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TONGUE-DISCOMBOBULATOR, sent in by Chris Finer

 

This has always been fun to say. Even though it has few words, it can be difficult to repeat over and over. Try it and see!

The boot black bought the black boot back.

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WAR-- WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?

 

A war with Iraq will cost two hundred thousand million bucks, and more! Why haven't the fiscal fitness fanatics found a cheaper way? Offer the Iraqis half-- a hundred thousand million! maybe the Iraqis could change their own government. Or the nutty megalomaniac and narcissist, the strutting peacocking little Bush and Hussein, are so greedy that they would probably voluntarily settle for Hussein's self-exile!

Critics say that the present "rulers" of the United States are fossils fueled by fossil fuels. In the limbic or reptilian brain, problems are not reasonably discussed or solved. They are attacked! The men who control things are going to, say the same critics, terrorize terrorists into giving up terrorism! Peace on Earth will become a reality! The only question is, will there be any human beings around to enjoy it? And that one's pretty much up to us!

Every day, more people are turning to mystics! Let's all work to become maximum "opti-mystics"! Accentuate the positive!

Let's not let government take too many liberties with our liberties. And let's not reduce the Bill of Rights to, "You have the right to remain silent"!
Bush has performed some unusual and extraordinary services for minorities. Never before has there existed a smaller minority (extremist, unbalanced ultracons) so stubbornly defended by a president.
The cosmos continues to hum along in its usual perfection, no matter what happens on this dustmote called "earth." And that is very good news for those of us who are nonphysical citizens of the galaxy!

Let us follow a most venerable American patriotic tradition-- that of satire and parody. We are stronger than religious grumps and fanatics precisely because we have the courage to laugh at ourselves and our leaders. That keeps us strong-- and happy! It does not make us the least bit "unpatriotic" to practice gentle amusing criticism! And contrary to fanatics, it is a galaxy away from "treason"!

In a previous article, a Native American grandfather told his grandson that everyone has two wolves inside, struggling. One is the wolf of Love. (It serves kindness.) The other is the wolf of fear (serving greed.). "Which wolf will win?" Whichever you feed. The "wolves' feed on our thoughts!
Feed the wolf of Love!

Let us use that $200 billion to become leaders in renewable, clean energy resources!
Let's choose to buy only products with healthy byproducts!

There are at least 45 million Americans who want to feed the wolf of Love. If each of us spent just $100 for a healthier planet, that would be $4.5 billion! Even our current culture of greed would find that hard to ignore. Hit the old men where they live-- squarely in the pocketbook. For they care nothing about love or compassion, justice or equity. But the bucks always rivet their attention! Now, you're talking their religion, and their god!

Let your inner peace out! Let's create an outbreak of peace! Put your energy into love and laughter instead of criticism and condemnation! Work for, believe in, "Disarmageddon"!

Make a vow of levity, and "lovity," and laugh, and love, more! Join the Right To Laugh movement!

Commit random acts of kindness, goodness, and comedy!

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A Miniparable: "The Least of These": The Lord of Love Lives in All People

Ruth went to her mailbox. There was only one letter. She picked it up and looked at it before opening. There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address. She read the letter: "Dear Ruth, I'm going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I'd like to visit. Love always, Jesus"

"Why would the Lord want to visit me?" she pondered, mystified, and a little nervous. "I'm nobody special. I don't have anything to offer." With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. "Oh my goodness! I'll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner." She reached for her purse, and counted out its paltry contents: Five dollars and forty-four cents! "Well, I can get some bread and cheese and milk, at least." She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.

A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of cheese, and a carton of milk left Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.

"Hey lady, can you help us?" Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn't even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. There, amidst the dirty snow and ice, she saw a man and a woman, both of them dressed in rags.

"Look lady," said the man, "I ain't got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it's getting cold and we're getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, we'd really appreciate it." They were dirty, they smelled bad, and, frankly, Ruth was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to! They'd just have to put some energy into it! Lazy slobs should not live off the hard work of others.

"Sir," Ruth replied politely, "I'd like to help you, but I'm a poor woman myself. All I have is some cheese, milk, and bread. and I'm having an important guest for dinner tonight. I was planning on serving that to Him."

"Yeah," replied the grizzled guy. "Well, okay; I understand. Thanks anyway." He put his arm around the woman's shoulders, and turned, headed back into the alley.

As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a twinge in her heart. "Sir, wait!" The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. "Look, why don't you take this food? I'll figure out something else to serve my guest." She handed him her grocery bag.

"Thank you, lady," he said. Their eyes met, and she felt deep Love within this gentle man. He repeated softly, "Thank you very much!"

"Yes, thank you!" said his wife. And Ruth could see now that she was shivering.

"You know," said Ruth, "I've got another coat at home. Here, why don't you take this one?" Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman's shoulders. Then, smiling, she turned and walked back to the street without her coat, and with nothing to serve her guest.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" The woman's soft voice was barely a whisper. But it struck Ruth like a heavenly chorus! She felt warm all over, despite the cold.

But Ruth was beginning again to feel the chill by the time that she reached her front door. And now, she was worried too: The Lord was coming to visit and she didn't have anything to offer Him. She fumbled through her purse for the door key.

As she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. She opened it. It said, "Dear Ruth,

It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely bread, cheese, and milk. And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat. Love always, Jesus"

He had "visited" her, after all!

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ANOTHER MINIPARABLE: SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN WINNING!

 

The father of a learning-disabled, emotionally arrested child said: "Everything God does is done with perfection. Yet, my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. Where is God's plan reflected when God brings a child like Shay into the world? An opportunity to realize the Divine Plan presents itself. And it comes in the way that people treat that child."

Then, he told the following story: He and Shay were walking past a park where some boys whom Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most boys would not want Shay on their team. But he understood that, if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging, and boost his selfesteem.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We are losing by six runs, and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team; and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay grinned from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored. Now, with two outs and bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base. Shay was scheduled to be the next at bat. Would the team actually let Shay bat at this critical juncture, giving away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible, because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less how to connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came. Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung and hit a slow "slomo" ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the ball, and could easily have thrown it to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second! Run to second!" By the time Shay was rounding first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman for a tag. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions had been. So he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head. Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home.

As Shay reached second base, he started to get confused. He did not know which way to run. The opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay! Run home!" Shay ran home, stepped on home plate, and was cheered as the hero, for hitting a "grand slam" and winning the game for his team. Both teams shouted and cheered loudly for five minutes. Shay felt like the happiest person in the world.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of the Divine Plan into this world."

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We can all make a difference. We all have dozens of "little" chances every day to help realize "God's plan." For it is to touch everyone with Love-- "your" Love! So many seemingly "trivial" interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a spark of the Divine? Or do we pass up that opportunity, and leave the world a bit colder?

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AN OPEN SPIRITUAL LETTER TO GEORGE BUSH adapted by Richard Francis [This letter was sent.]

 

Dear Mr. Bush,

Your actions are often a subject of conversation.

Many denounce you. I do not denounce you.

Many express their rage. I have no rage.

People damn you. I do not damn you.

Many hate you. I do not hate you.

But you are in the minority when it comes to world-opinion. In fact, you have disrespected, by ignoring, the will of the United Nations. You also pit yourself against the people of your own country-- the United States. You also find yourself against the population of most of the other nations. You often stand against classical and traditional wisdom, against logic, against religious and political leaders. Some of your actions are against compassion and its twin, Love. At times, you act against even the sacredness of life. Still, I do not hate you.
I love you! You are a teacher. For you have shown that I too share in the mess in which the world finds itself! Here is how that discovery has been made:

I am a follower and practicer of the Enlightenment Tradition, also known as the Way of Love or "mysticism." In that world-perspective, people who appear to be "outside" your Self are actually patterns within you. So, I participate in the creation/interpretation of anyone who seems to be "another," "outside" of Mind.

No one is ever outside of the great, cosmic Mind. Everyone expresses this One, perfect Mind. Still, blocking or resisting It (God) can create nightmarish and ghastly evil. You are my living reminder that, as the mystic sage Solomon wrote, there is a time for silence, and a time to speak. There is a time to flee, and a time to engage the enemy.

I have no human enemies. My "enemies" live within the Mind, and they can be conquered by only Love. They are all grown from the common "tree" of fear. (Some of your policies also grow from fear, and so, cannot long stand.)

The most essential teaching of the Enlightenment Tradition is that we are all one Mind. Bodies are not real; they are only dreamimages. Only Mind is real, and the images that It dreams up as "other people" are all expressions of It. And It is Love.

So, this deepest Self is stainless Love. "Other people" are also Love, but often distorted by fear, ignorance, and forgetfulness. You, too, are my own Self-reflection. How can I condemn you?
But when I see my Self of Love distorted by, and in, you, I feel filled with regret. How easily we forget the truly deep spiritual teaching that we are all one. When I see you detach from compassion and Love, it is a valuable reminder that there is a part of me that is still not fully integrated with Love. This is a re-minder, and call, for me to continue to work on perfecting Love within.

If we forget how to Love, we forget how to feel. This horrible amnesia can turn other people-- including our soldiers and others' children (such as the dead Iraqis), into mere statistics. Statistics can be brutalized and abused carelessly. This is a very dangerous karmic (eternal) course. So, I feel that your Soul is in the most grave danger. If you are responsible for deaths, you might have to return to earth to die as many times as there are others who have died for your cause. So far, that is one hundred thousand lives– and deaths– and counting. And you will die in the same agonizing ways.
You have reminded me that I must love the world unconditionally and consistently. I must avoid the terrorizing trap of "black-and-white" thinking that divides people into "good" and "bad guys." I must exercise mercy upon, show tenderness and gentleness towards, and forgive, all people. I dare not, for the sake of my Soul, give in to bigotry, which is ignorance. You have stirred me from the sleep of apathy! You have awakened me to the Power of Love.

Be warned and alerted: The Power of Love is not to be underestimated. It is not weakened a micropsychon by either your neglect or your resistance. Love is the very Power that creates and maintains all the cosmos, so full of giant stars that make our sun look like a bee-bee set against a beach-ball, and earth a dustmote circling it! Love will overcome. Napoleon is gone, and Hitler and Stalin are gone. They have no effect on people. But Love is vital to everyone, every day!

It is with the stimulated, awakened Power of Love and Light that we will stop you. We-- all spiritual people-- will stop you. We are coming for you, not with anger or hatred, guns and knives, but with Love. You will meet us every day. You will meet us in your dreams at night. We are everywhere. The cosmos belongs to our Master, and this tiny dustmote earth is the Master's also. Watch for us, my friend. Be on the alert for us. For we are coming to you, and you will become one of us.

 

The original note that triggered this one was written by Robert Rabbin.

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MINIPARABLES, sent in by Gene Janning

 

THE CROW AND THE RABBIT

 

A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"

The crow answered: "Sure, why not."

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow and rested.

All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.
Management Lesson:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

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THE DONKEY

 

           A boy rode on the donkey and an old man walked. As they went along, some people remarked, "It is a shame that the old man is walking and the boy is riding."
The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.
Later, they passed some people who remarked, "What a shame! He makes that little boy walk." They decided they both would walk!
Soon they passed some more people who thought they were stupid to walk when they had a decent donkey to ride. So they both rode the donkey!
Now they passed some people that shamed them, saying how awful it was to put such a load on a poor donkey. The boy and man said they were probably right, so they decided to carry the donkey. As they crossed a bridge, they lost their grip on the animal and it fell into the river and drowned.

Management Lesson: You can please some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time. But you can never please all of the people all of the time.

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A MOMENT OF PEACE IN OUR TIME-- IN OUR HEARTS

Forgiving and Forgetting the War is not easy. Release all fear. You lose nothing, and have everything to gain. Fear is mental garbage. Continue to feel and expand Love! For It is your truest Self. For Love is all that is truly real in the entire cosmos! It is all there is,no matter what appears to be happening "outside"! That is the world of ddreams, of illusion or maya. None of it is "real."
LOVE is eternal; war is momentary. Love is Reality; war is an illusion. Forget the war. forget the crimes. Forget the world! Fill yourself, and our planet, with Love! Heal the inner being with a mountain of thoughts of peace. Recreate, each moment, what You (and we) already, and most truly, are! This is what we never left behind, and can never forget! It is our truest Mind, Coremind, Lovemind. It is more real than the world, and Its will is Love, peace, joy, and healing!

Now is the only time there is to forgive the war. Be free to love-- all creatures, at all times, unconditionally!

We know Love only by daring to open new doors, to new people, even strangers!

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Based upon a note sent by Paul d'Sousa's friend Maria.

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VIRUSES AND OTHER UNWELCOMABLES

 

Here is a suggested protocol to check any warning concerning a virus, worm

or trojan horse: 1. Using either WebFerret or Internet seek either WWW.Symantec.com or

WWW.McAfee.com***2. Go to virus information.***3. Go "downarrow" until you find Hoaxes. Open and go through the list to find out whether the name is in this list.***4. If it is, simply delete what you received.***5. If it is not, go to virus search and enter the name. Get the

information and follow the instructions to clean up.***6. Inform your friends, especially the sender.

You may pass this information along, if you wish. It's a nice way to help people.:) Special thanks to our Tao-friend.

 

BRIDGES OF LOVE BETWEEN TODDLERS, sent in by Loretta Carrier

 

“You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine,…"

When Karen found out that a baby was on the way, she did what

she could to help her 3-year-old son Michael prepare for a new sibling. They

knew that the baby was going to be a girl. Day after day, night after night,

Michael sang to his sister inside their mother’s tummy. He was building a

bond of love with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy

progressed normally for Karen. In time, the labor pains came. Soon,

they came every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious

complications arose during delivery; and Karen found herself in hours of

labor. Would a C-section be required?

Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she

was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the

ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit.

The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell

the parents that there was very little hope. “Be prepared for the worst,” he said.

Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They

had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby, but now they

found themselves having to plan for a funeral.

Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. “I want

to sing to her,” he kept saying.

Week two in intensive care made it seem as if a funeral would come before

the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids

are never allowed in Intensive Care. But, finally, Karen decided to

take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right

then, he might never see her alive again. Karen dressed him in an oversized

scrubsuit, and marched him into icu.

The head nurse saw the child, and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now!

No children are allowed here!" The motherly instinct for protection rose up strong

in Karen. And the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head

nurse's face, her lips a firm line.

"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael

to his sister's bedside.

He gazed at the tiny infant, who was losing the battle to live. After a moment, he

began to sing: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when

skies are gray.”

Instantly, the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to slow and steady.

"Keep singing, Michael," encouraged Karen, tears filling her eyes.

The boy sang: "You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take

my sunshine away.”

As Michael sang, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a

kitten's purr. Karen repeated, "Keep singing, sweetheart.”

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms.” Michael's

little sister began to relax as sweet, healing rest seemed to sweep over her.

"Keep singing, Michael," whispered Karen. Tears had now conquered the face of

the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

Please don't take my sunshine away.”

The next day, the little girl was well enough to go home. Woman's Day

Magazine called it the “miracle of a brother's song.” The medical

staff called it just “a miracle.” Karen called it a “miracle of God's Love.”

So, never give up on the people whom you love. For Love can be incredibly powerful!

 

Dear Friends of the Heart,

This is the wording of the new brochure that we have produced, to help

"advertise" our need for underwriters. We need small businesses and

services that have a spiritual orientation, to support the new proposed

radioprogram on wcky. Right at the current moment, nothing is set in

concrete; everything is "written on water," in a very fluid state. So,

we are not seeking solid contracts, but are simply sending out this

letter as a "feeler" to see exactly who is "out there," and who might

reap the gigantic benefits of our advertising their services.

Soon, this letter will be available in a tri-fold brochure. But if, in

the meantime, you'd like to forward it to anyone whom you know, who might

benefit from advertising her/his services, please feel free to forward

it!:)

Love,

Richard

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