A Little Hope Here?

I don’t know where to start. My heart hurts. That’s not a good place to begin if I’m going to allow others to read this, if I want them to come back, is it? We’re smack in the middle of our holiday season, a season that is in essence about love and forgiveness. A time to be merry and jolly and to consider our gratitude for all the gifts life brings us – the people we love, the trials from which we learn and grow, the promise of light returning.

And yet, still and all, it’s the truth. Not only my heart, my gut. I feel as though I take punch after punch directly to my solar plexus. My primary strategy to avoid the punches is to avoid the media. I don’t watch the news on television. I never read the newspaper. I barely look at social media and when I do I scroll past nearly all of the political reports – true, false and otherwise. I find solace and hope in pages such as “Odd Couples”, “Women After 50”, “Claire Ryann Crosby” and “StoryPeople”. Hope is a commodity I find difficult to come by these days, if I don’t work at it.

I wish I could say that my strategies have the desired effect; that attempting to keep my head buried in the sand, to live a life of naiveté actually allows me to be clueless and uninformed, actually salves my anxiety. They don’t. How does one maintain hope in today’s political climate? That has become the primary question on my mind these days. I’m aware that there are still good guys out there doing their best to keep the demons at bay, to represent us and preserve our way of life. And yet even while they seem to hear us, it feels that there is nobody listening to them.

 I ran across this today – sadly, at the age of 83 Bill Moyers is signing off, not that he doesn’t deserve a break. In his farewell statement he wrote, “… please remain vigilant and engaged as citizens in the civic and political life of your community and our country. Democracy is fragile, and no one can say with certainty that it can withstand the manifold risks to which it is now exposed.” That statement, coming from that source is about as sobering as it gets.

I don’t have any big answers. I believe that we all do what we are able. Those who are politically savvy do what they can. We who are not support those who are. We take care of each other. And even though we – I – don’t want to know what I know, I can’t turn away from the present. The only hope is to fall together. Otherwise we’re going to fall apart. There are significant forces at work that want that, that want us to fall away from each other, to become divided and angry at one another. We must find and touch the common ground of humanness within each of us. We must look inside and be guided, rather than be influenced from outside. We mustn’t turn away.

I leave you with this. For those of you who don’t have time to stick around for a live performance, I’ve posted the lyrics. But they’re better with the music.

On the Turning Away

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won’t understand

“Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others’ suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away”

It’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it’s shroud
Over all we have known

Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord

Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside

Just a world that we all must share
It’s not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?

Pink Floyd

Songwriters: Dave Gilmour / Anthony Moore

On the Turning Away lyrics © Imagem U.S. LLC

 

The Warrior

It seems as though I’ve lost nearly a whole year. It’s truly amazing. One day you look up – I looked up – and around, and was pulled by that mysterious force back into my blog and found that I had started a post all that time ago. I started it and then stopped, presumably in tears, considering. And haven’t been back since. Because…well, what is there to say at that point. Obviously I couldn’t come up with a single thing. Here is where I started, then stopped somewhere in late December of last year:

I’m ready for the new year to begin. So ready. 2016 wasn’t all bad. In fact some rather nice things occurred this year, including the return to the Pacific Northwest of my eldest daughter and her husband from a 14 year stint in Kentucky. I had a bumper crop of tomatoes this year and a bushel of Anaheim peppers.

And right about then, when the tomatoes where ripening and the peppers were being picked, my best friend moved out of state and I received a diagnosis of breast cancer.

And that’s where I stopped. That’s where my world appeared to crash down around me. July 2016.

We women are amazing creatures. Astounding really. We faithfully attend our annual mammograms. We don’t talk about it much; maybe off-handedly amongst ourselves from time to time. But face it they aren’t much fun, rather painful in fact. Nonetheless we go, we show up, then we move on with our lives while we wait. The results are out there somewhere coming to us. Nearly always in the mail. And we don’t run to the mailbox in anticipation until it comes. We just assume it’s on the way. But it isn’t. Instead the radiologist calls to request that you schedule an appointment for a needle biopsy. Still you think, “It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine. It WILL be FINE.”

Except that it wasn’t fine at all. When you answer your phone and it’s  your PCP on the other end it’s never good. “I’m sorry to have to tell you that you have breast cancer.” That’s when our knees buckle and if we’re lucky we have someone nearby to hand the phone over to. I did, and I did. I sobbed, she listened, wrote everything down. The journey began.

I can’t lie, it was more than frightening. Terrifying might cover it. There were so many steps along the way. A team of doctors, nurses and techs that in the long run turned out to be the best of the best; (if you should ever need and oncologist, and I hope you never do, Compass Oncology is the place to go and Dr. Cosgrove is the guy to see,)  and Naturopathy to help me deal with the side effects. There were so MANY opportunities to cry. I was so disappointed in myself. I so wanted to be brave, to be the warrior, and over and over again all I could do was sit in a bucket of tears and snot. Every step along the way. One foot in front of the other. It was the only way. No way around, only through.

What I found out is that warriors cry too. Warriors cry for what is lost, for the “new normal”, for the unknown, for the desperate, edgy place in the heart that shatters over and over again, while they fight on. The most marvelous thing is that then we heal. Our bodies, our hearts. Courage has nothing to do with tears. It has everything to do with moving forward, fighting on.

So fight on ladies. The odds are not on our side. Get those mammograms taken care of. Do NOT put them off; get it done. And know that if things do take a turn toward the dark side the odds definitely ARE in our favor. And I am here to hold you up, to listen, to sit with you, to hand you the tissue, should you need someone.

Blessings,

Elizabeth

PS: A GIANT THANK YOU TO ROBIN FOR ALL OF YOUR LOVING CARE.

A Life Uncommon

I have, as no doubt everyone has been, unsettled, devastated. rocked to my core by the violence and tragedy that has been visited on hundreds over the past few weeks, and many thousands over the past several years. And if that isn’t enough to make me want to pull the covers up over my head there are still more thousands of people walking to freedom with only what they can carry, being turned away at borders, and living in refuge camps with little shelter, food, sanitation, medical care. And winter is no longer coming on, it’s here.

It seems that there are hundreds of people writing eloquently about these issues, but I find that I am at a loss for words. My sentences all seem to end in tears. So I offer this instead, a reminder to love each other and only this will bring peace.

Judgment v.s. Condemantion

“Fear that people harbor of the differences that exist between them originates in the belief of separation and the difficulty in knowing the true connectedness of all people and objects in the universe.”  Journey From Ego, The Path To Healing

 I will admit that I struggle with this, the practice of being nonjudgmental. There was a time when I thought that I was. Then came a time when I knew I wasn’t, but wanted to be. Most recently I’ve come to the understanding that I’m human, and thus I am judgmental. It’s part of the human condition, an outcome of living in a dualistic “reality”. This life that we consider our “reality” is the illusion into which we insert ourselves, and one of the outcomes is dualism, thus the belief in separatism, and practice of being judgmental.

Phillip J. Watt, in his guest blog for Wake Up World, entitled Judgment isn’t the Problem – It’s Condemnation, states the following:

“Passing judgment on the world around us is a perfectly natural        aspect of   being human. (Whew! That makes me feel so much better about myself. – See? I just can’t stop!) We continually assess our environment and form opinions on whether we are safe, what response we should have and if we personally resonate with the energy of each given life circumstance.

Ironically we never arrive at an absolute truth either; all we can do is create the best possible estimate of how we think and feel about whatever we are examining. Therefore, we all pass judgment – be it positive or negative, independent or comparative, realistic or unrealistic, selfless or selfish, contextual or divisive. Put another way, we continually critique the people and situations in our life, including ourselves, which is why the process we undertake can either be healthy or unhealthy for everybody involved.”

Just reading the title of this piece afforded me an ah-ha moment. Archangel Jophiel, as the primary voice in Journey… weighs in heavily on the issue of passing judgment on others, or on ourselves, for that matter. She tells us repeatedly that we must cultivate an attitude of unconditional love for others, not necessarily of their deeds, but of their heart and soul, which are in direct communication with ours via the love of the One. If we judge another being, we are in fact judging ourselves by exposing and reflecting our own fear.

So I remain diligently observant of my judgment of others while I judge myself negatively for my seeming inability to avoid it. And then I learn that it’s not because I’m a “bad” person, it’s because I’m a person, a human being. It’s one of the ways we cope with living this earth-bound existence; that it’s not judgment that is the issue, but rather the act of condemnation.

Mr. Watt goes on to say:

“So if we’re continually condemning people or their actions, we inherently imply that we are better than them. This is a false state of self-worth. If we have hinged a substantial portion of who we are in the condemnation of others, then not only are we condemning them, but we are encouraging self-harming behaviors to develop such as hatred, vanity, jealousy, resentment and intolerance. This is hurtful to not just others, but also ourselves too.

Examples of self-harming judgment include: “they’re worthless”, “that behavior is unforgivable”, “I hate them”, “I’m better than them”. If this occurs we’re judging in a self-abusive way, which brings negative and disharmonious vibrations to our own energy. We’re continually radiating negative and unhealthy emotional states as a result.”

This is what archangel Jophiel refers to when she discusses the issues of judging others, condemnation; and this explains neatly how judgment, in the form of condemnation introduces negativity into our lives.

So, if being human presupposes being judgmental, then let’s focus on compassion and empathy. Let’s practice assuming that everybody contains a soul of light and holiness despite their intolerance, cruelty, filthy clothes, expensive cars, lack of patience, or past mistakes or misdeeds. Let’s assume that the person behaving badly had something awful happen to him today; that the person engaging in condemnation is at a lower level of self-development, what archangel Jophiel would call, “still asleep”.

Finally, because I feel that he says it so concisely:

“Ultimately, our judgment is simply a projection of our conditioning, beliefs and values… even though it is practical for humans to judge on a superficial level, at the end of the day it’s still an illusory snapshot of eternity. No matter if someone is a stranger or best mate, when it comes to placing any permanent defining fixture on them, including the whole of reality itself, we close ourselves off to the infinite possibilities of our consciousness.”

Thoughts? Leave me a comment. Start a conversation.

Angels At Work

I introduced Sheryl, my niece-sister, a couple of posts back titled “Thank You Just Doesn’t Cover It”. She received an email from a friend, one that she had gifted a copy of Journey From Ego, and she forwarded it to me. Sheryl tells me that she gets this type of feedback on a regular basis, (but rarely in print). I wanted to share it because it’s a spectacular example of one type of angelic intervention, so here it is:

“I had to place a kid at St. Mary’s and it was taking way         toooooo long so I asked the angels to help us out.  We had a date of admission for 8/5, then it changed to the 4th. So I started writing the disposition report and on Wednesday I thought I had a few more days to finish. Silly me. On Wednesday afternoon I got a call from the placement and was asked if we could do the intake the next day, (7/30) at 2:00. Of course I said yes but then had to work like a mad woman…to have everything ready for the next day’s hearing at 1:00 and then run to St. Mary’s. It serves me well for not paying attention and being ready, because the angels will respond…!”

Yes, they will. One caveat though. The angels always hear us if we wish it, and they always answer, but now and then the answer might be difficult to hear. It’s not because the answer is unclear, it’s because we don’t want to hear the answer that’s being provided. We have to remain open-minded. The answer that is given might encourage one to move in an expected, even unwanted direction. The answer might even be “no” when what we really wanted to hear was “yes”, or vice-versa. Sometimes when we believe that the angels aren’t talking to us, it’s because we’re blocking them out – we think  we want an answer to our question, or our dilemma, but really we don’t.

Always bear in mind, we all have free will; we can make the choice whether or not to follow through on the suggestions that come to us via the angels. Then it’s just a matter of remaining accountable for our actions.

I invite you to share your angelic interventions in “Comments”. If you prefer that yours not be made public, just let me know.

Why Angel Wing Earrings?

 

 

I’m aware that the photo on my last post appeared sideways in the mobile version of the website. I’m bummed, but I don’t know how to change it. It was upside-right here, so I assumed it would be everywhere, but no, it wasn’t. If anyone has any insight into this dilemma I’d love to hear it so it doesn’t happen again, or if it does, so I can fix it.

And why post a photo of earrings in the first place? What’s the big deal about angel wings? It wasn’t meant to be an insider comment, but it did occur to me that if one hadn’t yet read my book, Journey From Ego, The Path To Healing there would be no context for a post referring to angel wing earrings.

Here’s the background. The content of Journey From Ego came to me via the angelic realm and much of it is regarding the manner in which angels are able to assist us in our daily lives. It tells us that angels surround us always; that they are only a whisper away. Journey reminds us that all we need to do to receive angelic assistance is request it; that our requests are always heard and always answered. Journey schools us in the how-to of wording our requests using specifics so that we receive the outcomes we desire rather than using broad words such as “patience”, “discipline”, or “happiness”. You can read more about this in my previous blog post, Practice.

In the popular media there is some discussion about exactly which are the “original” archangels and which are “lesser” archangels and about exactly how many archangels there are. Some of this controversy stems from what is stated in the Bible regarding this matter. It also is impacted by other authors, of which there are many, who write about angels and guides and how they interact with us in our world. Journey From Ego describes seven of the archangels as being the original seven to stand before God.

Archangel Michael is the “Beautiful One”. His light is of a brilliant blue hue. He is the angel of mercy and light. He brings families together, as well as using his mighty sword to slice through the cords that entangle humans in unhealthy relationships of anger, guilt or hypocrisy. Call on Michael in times of insecurity, fear or emotional upheaval. He will protect you from dangers of all kinds. He is a protector and will be with you at a moments notice if you but ask for his presence or intervention.

Archangel Raphael is a healer of people and animals alike, and glows with sparkling green light, the color of new spring grass. Calling to Archangel Raphael will instantly bring his mercy and you will feel his healing presence. He also is of particular assistance when things are going all wrong. No matter what the issue, if you find yourself struggling to complete a project, call on Archangel Raphael for his calming touch and observe the smoothing out of difficulties.

Archangel Chamuel is a powerful angel, a protector of the world at large, as well as a source of protection and comfort for individuals. Chamuel is the finder of lost items, including pieces of ourselves. Can’t fine your keys, your other shoe, an important document? Requesting Chamuel’s intervention will lead you to that which is missing. Likewise if you are in need of a specific item for a project Chamuel will assist you in locating it. Archangel Chamuel is also a source of inspiration in the midst of perplexing situations.

Archangel Uriel is the angel of peace. If requested he will bring to you serenity and hope. Archangel Uriel brings peace to the world and the end to war on Earth. He is also the angel of divine justice.

Archangel Zadkiel is the angel of mercy and understanding. His is a soft and golden light, one that is always with you in times of sadness or depression, or loneness. Zadkiel is the angel to bring your questions of relationship, who will assist with the mending of broken hearts and broken relationships. Requesting the assistance of Zadkiel will soften the edges of grief and the sensation of having been misunderstood.

Archangel Gabriel is the angel of strength. Gabriel is the angel that will provide to you the ability to see the greater picture and also to have faith. He will ease your heart and strengthen your faith in challenging times. Look to Archangel Gabriel to guide you in times of desperation and of grief.

Archangel Jophiel provided the content of Journey From Ego, The Path To Healing. She is the archangel of illumination and creativity, and will assist with any project that serves one’s evolution. It is through the act of creation that evolution occurs and it is through God that one creates. She brings knowledge, wisdom and connection with your higher self.  It is Jophiel who whispers ideas to inventors, scientists, educators, writers and artists of all genres. It is Jophiel that is responsible for exposing the manipulative, greedy nature of corporations and governments that would lead countries into chaos and the earth into annihilation.

Jophiel tells us in Journey, that God wishes us to be happy, and that angels are God’s messengers. The angels bring us messages in many forms and in order to receive them we must be open to hearing and observing them. Angels provide their messages in person-specific forms. That is, those that enjoy music may suddenly notice a song lyric that speaks directly to an issue that is current in that person’s life. Or a message may be found something that is read, a magazine, poetry, or a novel. These messages may take the form of creating synchronicities, which when followed lead to unexpected opportunities. I personally treat feathers found unexpectedly, often in unusual places, as angel whispers, as reminders that my angels are near to me.

The primary message shared in Journey From Ego is that the angels will, if we request their assistance, help us to identify the voice of the ego so that it can no longer usurp our power. It is the ego voice, the voice of fear that talks to us incessantly, while we mistake it as being our own. It is the ego that influences our choices; that sabotages us; causes us to be insecure, insincere, jealous, vengeful, judgmental – all of which are ego-based (i.e. fear-based) responses to life’s challenges and opportunities.

So there you go – the reason for the reference to angel wing earrings. That’s it, in a nutshell. I mean, there’s more of course – 230 plus pages. And of course I urge all who haven’t yet read Journey From Ego, The Path To Healing to do so, because in it archangel Jophiel shares a message of great love and hope and a prescription for saving each other, as well as the earth on which we live. Readers report that angel energy enters their lives from the get-go, that they feel their influence, and sense their presence and their loving support.

I can’t wait to hear your stories of angel interaction and synchronicity. Enter your stories in the Comments section, or email me at author.elizlehl@gmail.com.

Thank You Just Doesn’t Cover It

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I received this photo with a text saying, “Check out my new wings. Angelic, no?”

Actually, yes! I love them!

This is Sheryl’s ear and one of her new wings. Technically Sheryl is my niece, but being only two years apart we’ve always considered ourselves more like sisters than not. We grew up in exceedingly different socio-economic situations, our lives punctuated by dissimilar traumas. Sheryl and her brother lived with my family for a period of time while we were in elementary school, and spent several summers with us sharing road trips and Saturday morning house cleaning extravaganzas. As is commonly the case we have completely disparate memories of our childhood.

As children we were as dissimilar as could be – she a bookworm and I a tomboy. In high school she pursued drama, while I blended in. While I was raising babies in my twenties, Sheryl was disco dancing. She’s always been a special aunt to my daughters and often had them for sleep overs when they were young; when they got older she enlisted their help in party preparation – many valuable lessons learned there! AND she saved me from back-to-school shopping with testy teenagers, teaching them the thrill of the hunt, to shop the sales and to find the best deals.

These days? Well, these days Sheryl should be receiving a fee for her part in promoting my book, Journey From Ego, The Path To Healing. To date she has gifted at least 25 copies to her friends and acquaintances. How cool is that? She tells me that I would “be amazed at how many people are reading and benefiting from it every day.”

Oh, thank you, thank you for sharing Sher. Thank you for sharing my work so unabashedly, for passing on the fact that people are actually reading it, for sharing the reader’s experiences. Everything after that is cake. I’m so grateful to be able to touch the lives of others. Thank you and thank you again! It just puts a big ol’ smile on my face!

Unimaginable Innovation

Planetary Nebula NGC 2818 from Hubble  Image Credit: NASA, ESA, Hubble Heritage Team (STScI / AURA)
Planetary Nebula NGC 2818 from Hubble
Image Credit: NASA, ESA, Hubble Heritage Team (STScI / AURA)

For those of you who happened to see the article titled Hubble’s Greatest Hits, by Timothy Ferris, in the April, 2015 National Geographic some of what follows will be redundant. If you did you also saw the images included. If you didn’t you owe it to yourself to seek them out. (ngm.com/more) Zoltan Levay, imaging team leader at the Space Telescope Science Institute has worked with the Hubble’s images since 1993. He provided his ten all-time favorite images for the article.

First of all I can’t imagine how anyone could choose only ten of what must be the most gorgeous and mind boggling collection of images that exists anywhere. And secondly, I find myself completely overwhelmed by the immense distances that they represent. This is time travel! And I admit to wondering if I’m slow on the uptake, or if I just haven’t been paying attention, but we’re talking 300 million light-years away in one particular image. (One light-year equals nearly 6 trillion miles).

I’m certain that my father, who passed away in the early ‘80’s, would never have believed it possible, and he had the opportunity to observe a heck of a lot of innovation in his 83 years. He saw the first automobiles, the washing machine and later the dish washer, the discovery of penicillin and the release of a vaccine for polio, the first commercially available television and the color version which allowed us to follow the Vietnam War in gruesome detail everyday from across the world. And of course he followed the space race and watched the flight of Apollo 11. But this would have been unimaginable.

Did you know that when the Hubble was launched in 1990 aboard the space shuttle Discovery, it faltered? The light-gathering mirror, which was eight feet in diameter, the smoothest large object ever made, had been figured wrong. Being relegated to the cargo bay of the space shuttle, despite the astronomers wishes for bigger and higher, turned out to be the Hubble’s salvation. Had it been launched out of the reach of Discovery it might have become a “billion-dollar blunder”. Instead, in a series of compromises, it was constructed in such a way that components could be replaced or repaired. According to Ferris, it took five shuttle service missions to transform the Hubble into the productive scientific machine it is now.

So, what is my point? That we as a whole and I as an individual are/am a mere blip in time, but rather than causing me to feel that my life is immaterial, this knowledge stirs sensations of connectedness to eons of conscious awareness; that humanity has the potential to create unimaginable innovation; that events are frequently serendipitous and synchronistic, and we all have the choice to follow or not; that following is what leads to unimaginable innovation.

We never know what’s coming next. We’re not supposed to know. We can allow not knowing to cause us anxiety. Or we can trust in eons of conscious awareness to lead us through the darkness.

I’d love to hear from you.

New Beginnings

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Happy spring, and happy Easter to everyone who celebrates!

I love spring, it’s without a doubt my favorite season of the year. Winters here in the Pacific Northwest can be dreary, wet and sometimes cold, but what I struggle with the most is the lack of daylight. Those short and often dark, cloudy days seem to suck the life right out of me.

But spring came early to us here and with its arrival we jumped our clocks forward an hour and voila! It’s light here until at least 7:00 in the evening, and it just gets better from here on. I suspect that we may have a dry, hot summer thanks to climate change, but I will try not to complain. I much prefer long, warm evenings playing by the river with the dogs to arriving home from work in the dark.

My mother loved the coming of spring too. I often spent my Friday’s with her and when the grass began to grow green and the trees gave up their blooms we’d go for drives through Portland just to look at the city in its new spring duds, or drive along Highway 26 toward Forest Grove, past the greening fields and new lambs, and vineyards.

Easter was Mom’s most cherished holiday, which I didn’t realize until I was an adult. I had invited her to a choral concert in which I was to perform and she said, “No, that’s Easter Sunday. It’s the most important holiday of all.” And that was that. As a child we always celebrated Easter with dyed eggs and Easter baskets and big family get-together meals. Living on the Oregon coast Easter eggs were frequently hid inside the house due to the nearly always-inclement weather. It seemed that every year at least one egg would be left unfound, only to eventually reveal itself via its unsavory odor several weeks later. But I never really understood how important the religious message of Easter was to her until the moment of the refused invitation.

Mom passed away on Easter Monday, April 6th 1999, as if she had decided to stay for just one more Easter Sunday. So amid the beautiful trees and tulips and chocolate eggs, Easter holds a little needle of sadness that pokes at my heart from time to time. And then I remember that for her Easter was all about forgiveness and beginning again, and there’s no room for sadness in that.

Happy Easter, Mom

The Power of Consciousness

The following is an excerpt from: Consciousness – the Unified Field, by Keith R. Holden, MD www.wakingtimes.com. I highly recommend reading it in its entirety.

“It is the energy fields of fractal vectors that provide the information highway upon which consciousness travels, and when coherence patterns are formed in these fields, you will experience deja-vu, synchronicities, and even miracles. Keep in mind that the energy of consciousness is the major player in helping to create coherence.

I know, but wait! Don’t give up, keep reading.

Human thought forms, as a part of energy in consciousness, are some of the most influential of all energies in our cosmos, much greater than that of the combined energy of all the suns in our universe. This is because thought forms always contain consciousness, and consciousness is part of the original source energy for the existence of all that is.

“Human thought forms…greater than that of the combined energy of all the suns in our universe.” Wow!

Learning to harness the power of your thoughts through practices like meditation, contemplation, and prayer, along with increasing high vibrational thoughts associated with unconditional love and compassion will facilitate the Great Change in global consciousness. This Great Change is simply a remembering of this universal truth – we are all One Love.

We all originated from the same source of Love that permeates everything, and beckons us to reunite to create a new energy on earth. This new energy that will make war, famine, poverty, and strife something we only read about in history books, and will make us wonder – Why did we wait so long?”

Indeed, why have we waited so long? Because this process of learning to harness our own personal power first requires that we be aware of it, that we know our power. Our ego prefers to keep us in the dark about this sort of thing, prefers that we remain fearful and therefore powerless.

Ego keeps us focused on what we don’t want, keeps us constantly worrying about the issues: war, famine, poverty, strife, homelessness, illness, rather than that which we would prefer, the opposite of all of the above. We focus the equivalent energy of all the suns of the universe on what we don’t want!

The ego provides us with an endless list of things that must be done before we can sit down to meditate, and the act of contemplation looks an awful lot like doing nothing, which is completely unacceptable in our culture.

While the ego-voice constantly talks, incessantly tells us what to do and what not to do, we don’t have to listen. We always have a choice to be grateful, to act compassionately, to avoid judgment of others, to be gentle with ourselves, to focus our attention on that which we would prefer. In these ways, through these actions we will remember ourselves and our connection to each other through the One Love, the source of all.

Thank you, Dr. Holden for presenting this article.

Change Your Perspective. Change Your Life. Change Your World.