LOVELIGHT
Magazine
July 2004,*** Volume 1, No. 7
OUR STAFF: Managing editors of Lovelight magazine: Ada Maria Francis and Richard Shiningthunder Francis. Contributors to this issue: Pat Fields, Christine Finer, Sandi Grubb, Thomas Gustin, Linda Jung, Mary McLocklin, and Kathy Rice.
Feng Shui Corner, by Pat
Fields
Feng
Shui is as much about symbolism as it
is about placement.
Don't use bells in the E or
SE, which are both wood areas and are destroyed by metal.
If your property is flat,
create mounds or hills so that it will not have too much yin energy. Add trees, bushes, walls, or hedges to
provide balancing yang energy.
Much of feng shui is based on common sense, sound architectural design,
geography, and intuition.
Give a pair of Chinese lion
statues as a gift for a new home to provide protection for the family.
Don't hang any coins on your
back door; this represents your money leaving the premises!
Don't spend tremendous
amounts of time and money on the bathroom. Keep the decor commensurate (adequate) with the function of the
room: simple.
Your resources are better
used in more important areas of your home, such as the master bedroom, kitchen,
study, and office.
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REVELATION OF
“DIVINE” GIFTS
Each and everyday we are
bathed in gifts created from and by Love.
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Thank You For Sharing
This Experience
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Be Joy
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Be Peace
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Be Who You Wish To Be
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How May I Assist You?
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There are many different
types and sources of lesson material that we each use for our Soul’s
growth purposes. For written material, the obvious lessons are presented in a
story’s prose, as in the literal interpretations of legends and
parables. Many very important
Spiritual Growth lessons are, of course, often hidden from plain view. These are often told as symbolic
allegories. And they usually require additional awareness for total
comprehension. Most religious
doctrines and rituals also include these.
Here is a little story that uses the imagination to teach.
KING
ARTHUR’S RIDDLE OF LOVE
Once upon a time, as King
Arthur rode in the forest he became separated from his friends, and found
himself momentarily confused and apparently lost. Unexpectedly he found his limbs were frozen so that he could
not move at all. Then before him
stood a huge and threatening figure, fully clad in pitch-black armor. “King
Arthur, you are completely in my power,” a voice whispered in his
ear. “You will die in one
year unless you answer the question I’m about to ask you.”
Arthur,
finding he was still able to speak, asked, “Who are you, and what is your
question?”
“I
am Gromer Somer Jour, whose lands you stole and gave to Sir Gawain. Return here in a year with the answer
to this question: ‘What is it that every woman desires most?’” Then, in a flash, he was gone. The King
then discovered that he could move again.
He rapidly returned to court, as one forewarned.
Arthur
located Sir Gawain, and told him of the proceedings in the forest. “My Lord, I will start at once,
and have your answer within the year” said Gawain. And he set out along the roads, chatting
with every woman he met. Regardless of social status or refinement, he asked
her what she most desired. Soon he
had a whole book filled with different answers. However, none of them gave the impression of being completely
and clearly perfect.
The
year soon passed, and Gawain headed back towards Camelot. Then he saw a woman dressed in a
tattered crimson gown, sitting beside the road. She was the most shockingly ugly creature Gawain had ever
seen; her head was almost bald, her nose and chin nearly met in the middle of
her face, her eyes were odd colors and looked in different directions. And her body was so malformed that she
resembled a rucksack of kindling.
As he came alongside her, Gawain was about to ride past. Then he hesitated. After all, she was a woman. Before he could ask the question, she
spoke: “My name is Ragnall.
For a price, I will give you the accurate response to the question you
wish to ask.”
“What price is that?” Gawain asked.
She said, “That you marry me.”
Gawain
grew faint. Recovering, he said,
“I will agree to your terms if your answer is proven correct.” When he entered the gates of Camelot,
Gawain had the hideous woman on his passenger seat. Few could endure to look her way, and all were astonished at
Gawain for allowing her in his immediate vicinity. Arthur, too, grimaced.
After being told the whole story, the King said, “Nephew, I may
not ask this of you.” But
Gawain responded that they should wait for the result of the King’s meeting
with Gromer.
The
next day, the King rode again in the forest. For a second time, found himself in front of Gromer Somer
Jour. He gave the book of answers
that Gawain had collected to the black-clad knight, who gave them only a
superficial skimming before tossing them to the ground. He drew his black-bladed sword, and
raised it high above Arthur.
“Wait!”
cried the King. “I have one
more answer!” And he
gave Ragnall’s solution. At
once, Gromer roared in rage: “Only my sister could have told you
that. May she be cursed forever
for her disloyalty.” Then,
Gromer simply disappeared, and Arthur returned to Camelot. There Ragnall and Gawain, anxiously
waiting, could see that Arthur had succeeded. Gawain looked pale, while Ragnall was delighted. The wedding was set for the next day.
Regardless
of the protestations of Queen Guinevere, Ragnall would not take no for an
answer. For she desired a wedding
feast with as many guests as possible. Her dining etiquette upset everyone, as
did her grotesque appearance in a white gown and veil. When the wedding celebrations were
finished, the couple was escorted to their chamber and left alone. There, Gawain, somewhat dazed, gazed at
the fire until his bride requested a kiss. Bravely, he consented, only to find that he held in his arms
a gorgeous woman. “How may
this be?” he asked.
She
replied, “I was enchanted by my brother Gromer, forced to remain in that
other shape until I found a man gentle enough to marry me. Now you have released me from part of
the curse. Another part of the
spell still exists. I can be fair
by night and foul by day; or revolting by night and beautiful by day. You must choose.”
Bewildered,
Gawain reflected. Then he told
her, “I cannot make such a choice.
It is for you to say.” And Ragnall clapped her hands for joy. “With your choice the second part
of the enchantment is broken,” she cried. “For you have given me the one thing that every woman
most desires – freedom to be what she would be.” Thus Gawain married a fine-looking
bride, and lived happily with her.
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FUN AND FUNNY
STUFF: HUMOR-MEDICINE AND HEALING LAUGHTER Essential New Words For the 2004 edition of the
“Work-place Vocabulary,”
Blamestorming --Sitting around in a group, discussing why a
deadline was missed or a project failed, and who was responsible. *** Cube
Farm-- An office filled with cubicles. ***Prairie Dogging-- When someone
yells or drops something loudly in a cube farm, and people's heads pop up over
the walls to see what's going on. (This also applies to applause from a
promotion because there might be cake.) *** Mouse Potato-- The on-line, wired
generation's answer to the couch potato. *** Stress Puppy -- A person who seems to thrive on being
stressed out and whiny. *** Percussive Maintenance -- The fine art of
whacking an electronic device to get it to work again. *** Adminsphere -- The
organizational layers beginning just above the rank and file. Decisions that
fall from the "adminisphere" are often profoundly inappropriate or
irrelevant to the problems they were designed to solve. This is often
affiliated with the dreaded "administrivia" -- needless paperwork
and processes. *** 404-- Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web
error message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested document
could not be located. *** Ohnosecond-- That minuscule fraction of time in
which you realize that you've just made a BIG mistake (e.g. you've hit
“reply all”). have you
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Answers from the game show “Family Feud”, sent
in by Christine Finer
Name a song with moon in the title: blue suede moon ***Name a bird with a long neck: a penguin ***Name an
occupation where you need a torch: a burglar ***Name a famous brother and
sister: Bonnie and Clyde ***Name an item of clothing worn by the Three
Musketeers: a horse ***Name something that floats in the bath: water ***Name
something you wear on the beach: a deck chair*** Name something red: my
cardigan ***Name a famous cowboy: Buck Rogers ***Name a number you have to
memorize: 7 ***Name something you do before going to bed: sleep ***Name something
you put on walls: roofs. ***Name something in the garden that's green: a
scarecrow. ***Name something that flies that doesn't have an engine: dishes ***Name
something you might be allergic to: skiing ***Name a famous bridge: the bridge
over troubled waters ***Name a continent: Italy ***Name something you do in the
bathroom: decorate ***Name an animal you might see at the zoo: a dog ***Name a
kind of ache: a pancake ***Name a food that can be brown or white: potato ***Name
a potato topping: jam ***Name something with a hole in it: window ***Name a
non-living object with legs: plant ***Name a domestic animal: leopard ***Name a
part of the body beginning with 'N': knee ***Name a way of cooking fish: cod
***Name something you clean: your sister
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PASSING THE TEST, sent in by
Christine Finer
A young mother
was driving a little girl to her friends house.
"Mommy," the little girl asks, "how old are
you?"
"Honey, you are not suppose to ask a lady her age,"
the mother warned. "It
is not polite."
"OK," the little girl said, "how much do you
weigh?"
"Now really," the mother said, "these are
personal questions and are
really none of your business."
They arrived at their destination
and the little girl started to play with her friend. Undaunted, the little girl asks, "Why did you and daddy get a divorce?"
"That is enough questions,
honestly!" The exasperated mother walked away as the two friends began to play.
"My
mom wouldn't tell me anything," the little girl says to her
friend.
"Well," said the friend,
"all you need to do is look at her drivers
license. It is like a report card, it has everything on
it."
Later that night the little girl said to her mother, "I
know how old
you are: you are 32."
The mother was surprised and
asked, "How did you find that out?"
"I also know that you weigh 140 pounds."
The mother was past surprise and shock now. "How in
heavens name
did you find that out?"
"And," the little girl
said triumphantly, "I know why you and daddy got a
divorce."
"Oh really?" the mother asked. "Why?"
"Because you got an F in sex."
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THE SILENT TREATMENT, sent in by Sandi
Grubb
Mike and Joan were having some problems at
home and were giving
each other the "silent treatment." But then Mike realized that he
would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 am for an early morning
drive with some pals to a golf match.
Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and so lose
the "war"), he wrote on a piece of paper,
"Please wake me at
5:00 am."
The next morning, Mike woke up, only to
discover it was 9:00 am
and that his friends would have left for the golf course without
him. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't
awakened him when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed.
Written on the paper was, "It is
5:00 am. Wake up."
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LIVING
UP TO YOUR BUMPER STICKERS, sent in by
Linda Jung
An honest man is being tailgated by a
stressed-out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly the light turns yellow just in
front of him. He does the right thing and stops at the crosswalk, even though
he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.
The tailgating woman hits the roof, and
the horn, screaming in frustration as she misses her chance to have gone through
the intersection with him.
As she is still in mid-rant, she hears a tap on her window and looks up
into the face of a very serious police officer.
The officer orders her to exit her car with her hands up.
He takes her to the police station where she is searched, fingerprinted,
photographed, and placed in a cell.
After a couple of hours, a policeman approaches the cell and opens the
door.
She is escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer is
waiting with her personal effects.
He says, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up
behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping the guy off in front
of you, and cussing a blue streak at him." "I noticed the
‘Choose Life’ license plate holder, the ‘What Would Jesus
Do’ and the ‘Follow Me to Sunday School’ bumper stickers, and
the chrome plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk."
"Naturally I assumed you had stolen the car."
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THE DAFFODIL PRINCIPLE, sent
in by Kathy Rice
Several times my daughter had
telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they
lose their blooms." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive. "I will come next Tuesday, " I
promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.
Next Tuesday
dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I
finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I
said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds
and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I
want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter
smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."
"Well, you
won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm
heading for home!" I assured her.
"I was
hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."
"How far
will we have to drive?"
"Just a few blocks," Carolyn
said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this." After several minutes, I had to
ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"
"We're
going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the
daffodils."
"Carolyn," I said sternly,
"please turn around."
"It's all
right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you
miss this experience."
After about
twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On
the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign that
read, "Daffodil Garden."
We got out of
the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path.
Then, we turned a corner, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone
had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and
slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns -- great
ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink,
saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a
group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.
There were five acres of flowers.
"But who
has done this?" I asked Carolyn.
"It's just
one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her
home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house that looked small and
modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.
On the patio,
we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was
the headline.
The first
answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read.
The second
answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very
little brain."
The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
There it was,
The Daffodil Principle.
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman
whom I had never met, who, more than forty-five years
before, had begun -- one bulb at a time -- to bring her vision of beauty and
joy to an obscure mountaintop. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year
after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the
world in which she lived. She had created something of indescribable magnificence,
beauty, and inspiration.
The principle that
her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.
That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time --
often just one baby-step at a time -- and learning to love the doing; learning
to use the accumulation of time.
When we
multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will
find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
"It makes
me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a
wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it 'one
bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able
to achieve!"
My daughter
summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow,"
she said. “It's so pointless
to think of the lost hours of
yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a
cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"
So, stop waiting until ....your car or home is
paid off ; you get a new car or home; your new job comes along; your kids leave
the house; you go back to school; you finish school; you lose 10 lbs.; you gain
10 lbs.; you get married; you get a divorce; you have kids; you retire; summer;
spring; winter; fall ;you die...
There is no
better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey, not a
destination. So work like
you don't need money, Love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one's
watching.
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THE POSITIVE SIDE OF
LIFE, sent in
by Mary McLocklin
Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around
the sun every year. *** How long a minute is depends on what side of the
bathroom door you’re on. ***
Birthdays are good for you; the more you have, the longer you live. ***
Happiness comes through doors you didn’t even know you left open. *** Ever
notice that the people who are late
are often much jollier than the
people who have to wait for them? ***Most of us go to our graved with our music still inside of
us. *** If Wal-Mart is lowering prices every day, how come nothing is free yet?
***You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world
to one person. ***Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened. ***We
could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull,
some have weird names, and all are different colors. But
they all exist very nicely in the same box. ***A truly happy person is one who can
enjoy the scenery on a detour. *** Working for God(dess) doesn’t pay much
but His/Her retirement plan is out of this world!
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