Wednesday Wisdom

“You’re not merely your physical self. You existed before you came into your physical body, and you will exist after you leave your body” Dr Brian Weiss MD, Healing the Mind & Spirit Cards

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For some, it has been a difficult week for grief.

People die and are gone. We feel the loss of connection deeply. We wonder “Who are we now, that they are gone?” and we know that life will never be the same.

For some, religion brings comfort, but others are lost in a sea of not-knowingness, overwhelmed by feelings of deep loss, yearning to be with love ones once again.

And for those of us who are science-minded, what is our evidence that life exists beyond? How can we pursue that evidence, when we are so deeply fearful that is does not, in fact, exist. What is it all about? Why are we here?

In his scientific observations of the laws of physics, Albert Einstein said “No energy is ever lost.” Water evaporates, rises invisibly, joins into cloud formations and then when conditions are right, falls to the planet. Rain becomes lakes, streams and rivers before it evaporates again.

My clients describe to me being reunited with loved ones in past lives and between lives, and the fear lifts from their shoulders. We are more than our physical bodies.

I recommend the book “Heading Toward Omega” by Kenneth Ring for those wanting to investigate the science further. It is a place to begin with your questions.

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Trained to be a Past-life Regression Therapist by Dr Brian Weiss MD, author of ‘Many Lives, Many Masters’, Anne Marie McGlasson shares his wisdom and teachings in this weekly post. Find out more about Dr Brian Weiss here… http://www.brianweiss.com

I am a Psychotherapist. I help people know better and do better… I am a Past-life Therapist. I help people discover themselves beyond the here-and-now… I am a Hypnotherapist I help people harmonise their conscious, subconscious and higher consciousness… I am a Reiki Teacher. I help people access deep states of peace and knowingness… Can I help you?” Anne Marie McGlasson https://www.facebook.com/wellnesswisdompeace/

 

People seeking

So often seeking,

Seeking what seems to be missing.

So busy moving,

Afraid to breathe.

 

Afraid to be still,

Afraid to be light,

Afraid to be love,

Afraid to be peace.

 

Just for today, breathe

Lift your face to the sky…

Breathe…

And receive.

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Image: Soap bubble in the air by Vladas Dirzys at freeimages.com, 2015

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You can remember everything…

“Whatever you have forgotten, you can remember.

Whatever you have buried you can unearth.

If you are willing to look deep into your own nature,

if you are willing to peel away the layers of not-self you have adopted

in making your way through the tribulations of life,

you will find that your true self is not as far removed as you think.”

Meredith Jordan

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Image: Love is everywhere taken by Lauren Tatner, 2015

with help from the clear sighted Julia Treat

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“It’s never an accident who you sit next to… watch and observe!” Anonymous

I was told this so long ago that I have forgotten who told me and when. To whomsoever, thank you for the wisdom. I have always since found this to be true…

“Hello” she said, the liquid tones of her voice sliding melodiously over each another. “Can my friends and I sit with you?”

The balcony breakfast table I was enjoying was empty, but for me and the cooling breeze that had joined me briefly while drifting its way from tree to tree. “Sure” I said.

“You are very welcome” I added, more correctly, and wondered what adventure was about to begin. “It’s no accident…” I reminded myself and opened my mind and heart to the possibilities of this new encounter. Who was this woman really? Who was she to me? What did she have to teach me?

“It’s no accident” I repeated.

The air was warm and wet in a way that only happens in humid climates, where the make-up slides off your face, but you don’t care because it seems more important that your bare feet wriggle in the dirt. I was excited and ready for all possibilities.

My morning meditations had been particularly encouraging. Visions of crystal palaces and rainbow waves welcoming and drawing everyone in, suggested that something magical and transformational was coming. I was ready. I was prepared.

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Image: Omega cottage balcony, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015

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“These lessons are necessary…”

The voice that just moments before had been full of joy and the mischief of fun, was now warm with regret and sorrow. This liquid voice that bridged the distance between the physical plane and the highest sub-plane of the mental pane, and thousands of kilometers, to be in 2 places at the same time and bring healing and comfort. He was so sorry that this was the way it was. He could intimately feel the pain and suffering these lessons had caused. Even in these most difficult of circumstances, his generousity of spirit and outpouring of love gently surrounded my friend. He asked me to tell him “I have your back.” I wept for my friend. He so deserved the love and wisdom being offered to him.

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Image: Pots by Inkstewer, DeviantArt

“Why are these lessons necessary?” Such a hard question to answer and the difficulty lies not with the answer but that the words must only be accompanied by love and understanding. I had been told only hours before “Teach only love.” I was struggling with my own lessons. This spiritual friend of my friend brought comfort to both of us.

“Why are these lessons necessary?” So often the illusions of the (Western) physical world we live in leads us astray with its false illusions. Illusions like “Your mission is to be happy and abundant and live a perfect life right now. If you are not happy and abundant and living a perfect life then you are a failure.”, “Suffering is senseless and indicates you are defective.”, “To be defective is wrong and shameful”, and “Never give up fighting against your defectiveness.”

“Why are these lessons necessary?” They are necessary because they teach us. They point us forward towards our future work. They help us raise our spiritual vibration and increase our spiritual momentum. These are initiations. Embedded within each lesson are the tools and strategies to survive and (eventually) thrive. Unfortunately we aren’t given a handy reference manual. We must be willing to grasp the most painful experiences with both hands and all the courage in our hearts. We have each other, and we have friends who see things from a higher vantage point.

And the only way though it… is to go forward.

“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.” M. Scott Peck

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A tale of two pots…

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water, at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.  Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.  But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

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After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”

The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?”

“That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.

Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”

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Image: Spanish Pots by Geezer, DeviantArt

It is not the critic who counts…

“It is not the critic who counts,

not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled,

or where the doer of deeds could have done better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,

whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,

who strives valiantly,

who errs and comes short again and again,

who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions,

and spends himself in a worthy cause,

who at best knows achievement and who at the worst

if he fails at least fails while daring greatly

so that his place shall never be

with those cold and timid souls

who know neither victory nor defeat.”

Theodore Roosevelt

from a speech given in Paris at the Sorbonne in 1910

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Knitting is forever…

“definition of knitting:

To unite closely, to grow together, to connect, to engage,

as hearts knit together in love.

as broken bones will in time knit,

and become sound.”

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It was the 1970’s and I was very small when I first begged to be taught to knit. Smaller than she had been when she was forced into labouring in the mills. I had a warm bed and clean dresses and a mother who loved me and bullied me in equal measures. Mum seemed to understand that I just couldn’t cope with being hungry and would push the raw cut vegetable pieces toward me with the blade of the knife as she cut them for dinner. I was never hungry and I was cuddled often.

We would get together for family birthdays – my grandparents, my parents, aunties and uncles and cousins. There was a rhythm to family life and a gentle order to our time together. The women cooked. The men laughed and joked. The children played. We ate and ate – wonderful homemade food – food prepared in the way my Irish great-grandmother had handed down – soup and roast and jams and cakes – mostly prepared from what we grew.

Washing the dishes was a ritual that involved everyone offering and most being turned down. Those who cooked were the first to be relieved of duty and teenage children were frowned at until they offered to wipe up. I remember the damp tea towel becoming sodden in my hands as we wiped and wiped, the kitchen slowly returning to order.

And then came the best part. After our meal, Granny and Aunty Dell would sit and knit and reflect. I listened and learned, embraced in their love.

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Image: To knit. by Madaloon on DeviantArt

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Engraved on the wall of Mother Teresa’s home for children in Calcutta…

“People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you have anyway.
You see, in the final analysis,
it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.”

Engraved on the wall of Mother Teresa’s home for children in Calcutta, and written by 19-year-old Kent Keith in a motivation booklet for high school counselors published while he was a student at Harvard in 1968.

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Image: Mother Teresa with armless child