It is said that money is the root of all evil.
Let us take a look at the English word disease.
DIS EASE
Break the word apart and we have a meaning that is not at rest.
Most people are capable of sleep or rest, so what plagues the body then? Even the heart rests in-between beats. The unhealthy heart doesn't get enough rest.
There is a strong mind-body connection. The restless mind plagues the body, which is the neutral servant of the mind.
When the mind is sick, the body suffers, in many ways. Not only is the body often not treated properly, not fed nor exercised properly, but it suffers the chemical reactions of too much stress, anxious thoughts. The body is deprived of its rest when the mind has no peace. The body lives with the poison of noxious thoughts and angry passions.
Hate is not confined alone inside the mind. Hate spreads though the joints, muscles, nerve tissues, blood gasses, and resides within the cells and electrical systems of the body. All these systems are responsive to thought! Your heart races when you are frightened, as your body releases adrenaline. Your hands shake when you are upset. Your stomach flutters when you gaze into the eyes of someone you are in love with. Your body trembles at the touch of Love.
What is your body reacting to? Are you bringing peaceful thoughts, love and kind gestures into your awareness? Or, are you instead focused on all the negativity in the world? Do you bring up your anger and hatred at every opportunity? Have you become so irrational that you can start to see the cracks in your own mind? Are you convinced that your neighbor is your enemy and hating on others? Do you see the good or the bad in others?
That is the root of your malady. What are you thinking about?
If you are justified in your hate, remember that hate is a double-edged sword. More accurately it's like fire, indiscriminate about who it burns. It is a deep well of poisonous thought, springing from deep within your consciousness, inflamed by your passions, sickening your persona, and weakening your emotional and physical health. It saps your reserves, steals your vitality and drinks your youth.
If you want to heal, don't ignore the fire burning within you. If it is an angry flame, the sickness needs to be treated there. You surround yourself with what you perceive within. You create your world out of the clay. You can rebuild it, one step at a time, thought by thought. First change your mind, and the world takes notice!
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
The Psychic Buffer Zone
Consciousness is a continuum.
A pitfall of expanding consciousness is the direct link to another Mind that can occur.
Most mature people have developed a buffer zone to deal with others, such as strangers, friends, even family. We've learned to control our reactions, to a great degree, by keeping other people's emotional outbursts in perspective or at arms length. Very rarely do they manage to push our buttons and actually upset us. This is how we keep our emotional equilibrium.
To the novice, learning to connect with another mind on a very intimate level, there is no arm's length. There is no emotional distance, and no ability to put another's emotional state into rational perspective.
In this state, the lovers quarrel for instance can completely destroy the psyche.
For this reason, the novice must learn to detach. The novice or adept must be able to separate consciousness from the others. So much effort has been put forth into learning to connect, that the novice is completely unprepared to detach when an unstable or risky emotional situation presents itself.
All relationships have a buffer zone, where we allow one another a certain amount of space to act out, we give each other time to cool down, and then we engage. If we do not learn to do this on the higher plane, once we have become a player or engaged consciousness there, we are at risk of great psychological harm.
On the higher plane, angry thoughts become weapons. It's like being in a dreamworld thinking you are being carved up, or thrown off a cliff, for example. Because you are in a higher state of consciousness, you can see the angry thoughts, and your inclination is to comfort. You do not take cover; you do not retreat, and you do not detach. In the normal world, you might think twice about engaging with an extremely angry person. You might realize it's best to back off until they cool down.
One of the first lessons a spiritual novice needs to learn is that the spiritual world is a heightened experience of the physical world. The lessons we learn here are mirrored there and even more critical.
Maintaining a psychic buffer zone, one that you can control at will, is essential before embarking on a new journey in the realms of heightened consciousness. In the dream world, when things get too scary, you often wake up. You need to have safety valves and escape mechanisms in place when you advance to higher levels of consciousness. Thought there is extremely powerful, equivalent to action on that plane. You have to remember where you are, and have a buffer zone and an exit strategy in place.
A pitfall of expanding consciousness is the direct link to another Mind that can occur.
Most mature people have developed a buffer zone to deal with others, such as strangers, friends, even family. We've learned to control our reactions, to a great degree, by keeping other people's emotional outbursts in perspective or at arms length. Very rarely do they manage to push our buttons and actually upset us. This is how we keep our emotional equilibrium.
To the novice, learning to connect with another mind on a very intimate level, there is no arm's length. There is no emotional distance, and no ability to put another's emotional state into rational perspective.
In this state, the lovers quarrel for instance can completely destroy the psyche.
For this reason, the novice must learn to detach. The novice or adept must be able to separate consciousness from the others. So much effort has been put forth into learning to connect, that the novice is completely unprepared to detach when an unstable or risky emotional situation presents itself.
All relationships have a buffer zone, where we allow one another a certain amount of space to act out, we give each other time to cool down, and then we engage. If we do not learn to do this on the higher plane, once we have become a player or engaged consciousness there, we are at risk of great psychological harm.
On the higher plane, angry thoughts become weapons. It's like being in a dreamworld thinking you are being carved up, or thrown off a cliff, for example. Because you are in a higher state of consciousness, you can see the angry thoughts, and your inclination is to comfort. You do not take cover; you do not retreat, and you do not detach. In the normal world, you might think twice about engaging with an extremely angry person. You might realize it's best to back off until they cool down.
One of the first lessons a spiritual novice needs to learn is that the spiritual world is a heightened experience of the physical world. The lessons we learn here are mirrored there and even more critical.
Maintaining a psychic buffer zone, one that you can control at will, is essential before embarking on a new journey in the realms of heightened consciousness. In the dream world, when things get too scary, you often wake up. You need to have safety valves and escape mechanisms in place when you advance to higher levels of consciousness. Thought there is extremely powerful, equivalent to action on that plane. You have to remember where you are, and have a buffer zone and an exit strategy in place.
Sunday, July 23, 2017
The Chinese: Food for Thought
The horrific truth about China: Forced organ harvesting with most victims being practitioners of a peaceful religion Falun Gong, a type of meditation and yoga. It brings to mind the atrocities suffered by the earliest Christians. These innocent people, even defenseless children, are murdered or butchered for their organs, so the rich and powerful can have an endless organ supply.
What type of culture feeds upon not only its dogs and cats, torturing them to tenderize the meat, but also slaughtering peaceful citizens and harmless children?
They have embraced a dark form of communism, cloaked in capitalism. The doctor in this video will tell you he had no guilt about cutting a living, struggling man open and harvesting his organs, for the state.
https://www.facebook.com/NTDTelevision/videos/2229713177070780/
http://endorganpillaging.org/
What type of culture feeds upon not only its dogs and cats, torturing them to tenderize the meat, but also slaughtering peaceful citizens and harmless children?
They have embraced a dark form of communism, cloaked in capitalism. The doctor in this video will tell you he had no guilt about cutting a living, struggling man open and harvesting his organs, for the state.
https://www.facebook.com/NTDTelevision/videos/2229713177070780/
http://endorganpillaging.org/
Friday, July 21, 2017
Friday, July 14, 2017
Wretched Refuse
This is for those who wonder why our president is given to saying and doing so many stupid things:
When one has nothing meaningful to say, they blather on about unimportant things. They also deflect attention from the important things which they know nothing about. This is the Modus Operandi of our president and the Republican Party.
Many of them could also benefit from a basic course in civility.
It must be difficult to live in a world where almost everyone else has a greater depth and breadth of understanding than you. One must chafe when listening to all those intellectuals constantly referencing books and science.
So it appears the inmates have taken over the asylum. But this is no Lord of the Flies situation, we live in a large world, not a small island. The hoodlums cannot hope to erase the memory of knowledge, nor the spirit of liberty.
***
The plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty reads: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
When one has nothing meaningful to say, they blather on about unimportant things. They also deflect attention from the important things which they know nothing about. This is the Modus Operandi of our president and the Republican Party.
Many of them could also benefit from a basic course in civility.
It must be difficult to live in a world where almost everyone else has a greater depth and breadth of understanding than you. One must chafe when listening to all those intellectuals constantly referencing books and science.
So it appears the inmates have taken over the asylum. But this is no Lord of the Flies situation, we live in a large world, not a small island. The hoodlums cannot hope to erase the memory of knowledge, nor the spirit of liberty.
***
The plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty reads: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Gender Dysphoria
Some people are born physically and genetically male and female. It may come as a shock to some people to learn that not everyone is born genetically and physically either male or female. People are sometimes born a combination of these two sexes. Sometimes, at birth the doctors will try to correct the situation and perform surgery and provide medications to enhance a person's gender identification. But the fact remains, that is not the way they were born.
Life can be extremely difficult for these people, as others may notice they do not look typically male or female. They may have difficulty blending in with society and suffer from negative peer pressure. They need our compassion as they try to lead their lives in our critical world.
The world health organization (WHO) currently views people who are physically male or female, but who are gender dysphoric as having a mental illness. However the WHO is reviewing that position and may eventually come to recognize gender dysphoria as something other.
I don't need to wait for the WHO to tell me how to feel about this. If I cannot judge physically and genetically intersex people, because that would be insensitive and unfair, then I'm going to hold back on judging others who are gender dysphoric.
Human judgment is often seriously flawed. We live in a relative world, and we cannot possibly understand every angle and everything going on around us. Recently as our society has become more and more intolerant, people within it have chafed at its confines.
It's very easy to say you're not like me, so I don't like you. But, let's stop doing that; let's all try to remember that God created all of us, and we are one world and one people.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
A Wonderful Life for You
I don't read many novels. I was denied higher education by my mother because she thought I should get married and education would be wasted on me.
I read so much, books on physics, mathematics, history, aeronautics, psychology. Always trying to make up for what I must have missed.
A favorite topic of mine is religion and spirituality. I studied employee benefits and became an employee benefits manager.
Along the way, while I was helping myself fill a void, I found a way to serve others.
I remember a family who were kept apart for over a decade because of American immigration policy. I wrote many letters for our employee attesting to his employment with us and that I knew him for many years. This was not part of my job. One day, at the company Christmas party, I was very surprised when a tiny woman came up to me with a hug. 'You're the woman who wrote all the letters!' She pointed to her teenage children. They were all in America, and they were beaming at me!
I read the book 'Tuesday's with Morrie.' About a man with ALS, this is a true story about the wisdom of a dying man. One thing I remember was Morrie asking how we have given back to our community, to our society. I felt guilty, thinking I don't coach little league baseball like my husband. I just go to work every day. I spent 30 years taking trains for 2 or more hours a day to work in New York, handling a demanding Benefits Manager's position. I had two pension plans, a 401k and group insurance to worry about. There were thousands of people depending on these plans to take care of their medical, dental, life insurance, disability, retirement and savings needs. The company depended on me to keep these plans in legal compliance and maintain their cost-efficiency.
I didn't see that I had found a profession that served people. When they were sick, they came to me to help them. When insurance matters got too complicated, they came to my desk or called and I would untangle the issues. When they died, I would see to their survivors benefits for their families. Buying a house, they would come to me to work out 401k loans or withdrawals. I took care of retirement, maternity disability, and helped when mental or substance abuse issues created a need for specific treatment or bridging of insurance coverage. I served people all day long, using my intellect and know-how with compassion. I didn't realize how many people I've reached, touched, helped.
Looking back, before I began that career, at age 20, I found myself alone and emotionally depleted from a failed marriage to an emotionally abusive man who was a hard drinker and unfaithful husband. I had blocked out all the most emotionally stressful memories of two painful relationships. I had nothing to live for and nothing to come home to. My memories were gone and I was literally missing ... myself. I was a shell of my former personality. I knew I had no one who needed me, and no reason to come home.
One day I saw a commercial about children who needed help in South America. I watched the little children running through the fields. They needed help, and I wanted to help. I had just started a new job as a secretary in a personnel department in NY. I didn't make much money, but for the first time in several years, I was financially stable. I needed to be there for those kids.
It was then I became a member of Foster Parents Plan, and I knew there were people who needed me. I had a reason to go on. They assigned me to be the foster parent to a little girl in Indonesia. Over the years I've helped raise several of these children, rescuing them from poverty and providing the basics of a clean home, healthy food, clothes and education.
I've been a member ever since, helping to feed, clothe, and educate children in foreign lands. Today they are called Childreach or Plan International:
https://www.planusa.org/
Whenever I feel unfulfilled, I remember the movie It's a Wonderful Life, and I think back on the people who have different lives because I was put here on this earth. My wonderful son, my friends, my spouse, people I've helped or trained. I realize it's not about me. It's for you. We are here for each other.
We all know how to help one another. When our families or extended families struggle, we do what we can, financially, emotionally or physically to help. I do that too and I know you do. We reach out and support local food banks and charities. In America we have several safety nets to help struggling families and senior citizens. When we work and pay taxes, we help support our fellow citizens and educate the next generation. These are all good, worthy causes. But we are also citizens of the world. I'm grateful I've also had a chance to help children in Nicaragua and Indonesia and now as a contributor to the general fund, anywhere in the world where children are in need.
There is a saying Giving is Receiving. All you can take with you is the character you build.
I read so much, books on physics, mathematics, history, aeronautics, psychology. Always trying to make up for what I must have missed.
A favorite topic of mine is religion and spirituality. I studied employee benefits and became an employee benefits manager.
Along the way, while I was helping myself fill a void, I found a way to serve others.
I remember a family who were kept apart for over a decade because of American immigration policy. I wrote many letters for our employee attesting to his employment with us and that I knew him for many years. This was not part of my job. One day, at the company Christmas party, I was very surprised when a tiny woman came up to me with a hug. 'You're the woman who wrote all the letters!' She pointed to her teenage children. They were all in America, and they were beaming at me!
I read the book 'Tuesday's with Morrie.' About a man with ALS, this is a true story about the wisdom of a dying man. One thing I remember was Morrie asking how we have given back to our community, to our society. I felt guilty, thinking I don't coach little league baseball like my husband. I just go to work every day. I spent 30 years taking trains for 2 or more hours a day to work in New York, handling a demanding Benefits Manager's position. I had two pension plans, a 401k and group insurance to worry about. There were thousands of people depending on these plans to take care of their medical, dental, life insurance, disability, retirement and savings needs. The company depended on me to keep these plans in legal compliance and maintain their cost-efficiency.
I didn't see that I had found a profession that served people. When they were sick, they came to me to help them. When insurance matters got too complicated, they came to my desk or called and I would untangle the issues. When they died, I would see to their survivors benefits for their families. Buying a house, they would come to me to work out 401k loans or withdrawals. I took care of retirement, maternity disability, and helped when mental or substance abuse issues created a need for specific treatment or bridging of insurance coverage. I served people all day long, using my intellect and know-how with compassion. I didn't realize how many people I've reached, touched, helped.
Looking back, before I began that career, at age 20, I found myself alone and emotionally depleted from a failed marriage to an emotionally abusive man who was a hard drinker and unfaithful husband. I had blocked out all the most emotionally stressful memories of two painful relationships. I had nothing to live for and nothing to come home to. My memories were gone and I was literally missing ... myself. I was a shell of my former personality. I knew I had no one who needed me, and no reason to come home.
One day I saw a commercial about children who needed help in South America. I watched the little children running through the fields. They needed help, and I wanted to help. I had just started a new job as a secretary in a personnel department in NY. I didn't make much money, but for the first time in several years, I was financially stable. I needed to be there for those kids.
It was then I became a member of Foster Parents Plan, and I knew there were people who needed me. I had a reason to go on. They assigned me to be the foster parent to a little girl in Indonesia. Over the years I've helped raise several of these children, rescuing them from poverty and providing the basics of a clean home, healthy food, clothes and education.
I've been a member ever since, helping to feed, clothe, and educate children in foreign lands. Today they are called Childreach or Plan International:
https://www.planusa.org/
Whenever I feel unfulfilled, I remember the movie It's a Wonderful Life, and I think back on the people who have different lives because I was put here on this earth. My wonderful son, my friends, my spouse, people I've helped or trained. I realize it's not about me. It's for you. We are here for each other.
We all know how to help one another. When our families or extended families struggle, we do what we can, financially, emotionally or physically to help. I do that too and I know you do. We reach out and support local food banks and charities. In America we have several safety nets to help struggling families and senior citizens. When we work and pay taxes, we help support our fellow citizens and educate the next generation. These are all good, worthy causes. But we are also citizens of the world. I'm grateful I've also had a chance to help children in Nicaragua and Indonesia and now as a contributor to the general fund, anywhere in the world where children are in need.
There is a saying Giving is Receiving. All you can take with you is the character you build.
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