The Universe condemns you not for who or what you are, so no
more should you! You are part of the Universe so it should follow that, just as
the Universe would know you as part of its Holy self, you must know yourself to
be beyond condemnation for your choices and life experiences. For to deny this
of yourself, would be to deny all the knowledge of the Universe and instead
believe in what is therefore impossible. Would you accept as true what you know
to be false or will you accept the love and the knowledge of the Universe which
truly knows you? Remember always that you are loved my friend.
Tuesday 13 August 2013
Tuesday 6 August 2013
Your thoughts are of the energy of the Universe and the
energy of the Universe is Love. In number they are infinite and they are
everywhere without limit. Only Love can create and it can create only itself.
There has never been a time when Love has not been true, nor will there be a
time when anything created in love suffers any loss. The Love of the Universe
is exactly as it always was and is, and always will be, unchanged throughout
time, and after time is done. Love has given all power to all things and will
forever do so. Why then, would you give of yourself in any other name? May your
world be filled with Love my friend and manifest wherever your heart will
wander.
Let all the world be blessed with the peace and the love of
the Universe. It is the peace and the love of the Universe that you would give
to your brother, to your neighbour, as pure as it was created. You are a child
of the Universe and it is through you the love of the Universe flows. Would it
not be proper for you to enjoy that peace and love too? Reach inward, in love
of yourself, in absolute certainty that what you would give to another is there
for you too. Drink the sweet peace and silence that you would give to another
and know that that which you would give, is yours to receive in equal measures.
May your day be one of inner knowing and universal glowing my friend.
There can be no end to all the joy and peace that awaits you when you are ready to accept the truth of the Universe you already know to be yours. Why would you wait to receive the joy which you know to be yours? Be free of doubt and know your worth, this is all that prevents you from touching the peace and love you know to be yours this day and every day. Why then would you choose to wait another instant to be part of this love, your love? When you can accept this love as yours and that you are deserving of it, you can truly believe you know yourself; and your brother; and the Universe; for you are everything; and everything is yours. Today, my friend, is one of revealment for us both. Take my hand and let us journey and discover, together.
No call to the Universe can be unheard, nor left unanswered. Of this you must be sure. You who can understand what you really are, can remember what you really want. What you give to the Universe must come from the Universe so it follows that what you give to another you give also to yourself. Give with wisdom and give freely. Through the Universe you can remember all that you do not know and you can find it in your own stillness. Forget not that you are nothing within this Universe, but remember that you are All. May your weekend be one plenty my friend.
The Daffodil Principle
I apologise for the length of this piece and I thank Merlin' Diary for sending it to me. It is worth a read if you have five minutes.
The Daffodil Principle
If you don't know this story, then please enjoy it. It seems like an appropriate time of the year to be reminding ourselves of the wisdom it contains.
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead.
"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 reluctantly I drove there.
When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children.
I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren. "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn!
The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly 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.
"But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive.
I'm used to this." "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 with an arrow that read,
" Daffodil Garden ."
We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path.
Then, as we turned a corner, 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 over the mountain and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different coloured variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn.
"Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home."
Carolyn pointed to a well-kept small A-frame house, modestly sitting 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 one brain."
The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience.
I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, almost fifty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop.
Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived.
One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle 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 almost anything.
"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.
She was right.
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 only to ask,
"How can I put this to use today?"
Use the Daffodil Principle.
Stop waiting..... Until your car or home is paid off Until you get a new car or home Until your kids leave the house Until you go back to school Until you finish school Until you clean the house Until you organize the garage Until you clean off your desk Until you lose 10 lbs. Until you gain 10 lbs. Until you get married Until you get a divorce Until you have kids Until the kids go to school Until you retire Until summer Until spring Until winter Until fall Until you die...
The Daffodil Principle
If you don't know this story, then please enjoy it. It seems like an appropriate time of the year to be reminding ourselves of the wisdom it contains.
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead.
"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 reluctantly I drove there.
When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children.
I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren. "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn!
The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly 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.
"But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive.
I'm used to this." "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 with an arrow that read,
" Daffodil Garden ."
We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path.
Then, as we turned a corner, 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 over the mountain and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different coloured variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn.
"Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home."
Carolyn pointed to a well-kept small A-frame house, modestly sitting 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 one brain."
The third answer was, "Began in 1958."
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience.
I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, almost fifty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop.
Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived.
One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle 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 almost anything.
"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.
She was right.
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 only to ask,
"How can I put this to use today?"
Use the Daffodil Principle.
Stop waiting..... Until your car or home is paid off Until you get a new car or home Until your kids leave the house Until you go back to school Until you finish school Until you clean the house Until you organize the garage Until you clean off your desk Until you lose 10 lbs. Until you gain 10 lbs. Until you get married Until you get a divorce Until you have kids Until the kids go to school Until you retire Until summer Until spring Until winter Until fall Until you die...
Why would you be afraid to look within, fearful of what you think is in there? Does not the love of The Universe overcome all that we would choose to perceive as flawed? Fear associated with sin the ego would see as entirely appropriate and smiles upon you in approval. The ego is not alone. Its rule is tempered by its unknown enemy, which it cannot see. What it cannot see, it fears. The ego tells you not to look within, it tells you if you do you will see the “sins” for which you must answer to the Universe, to your God, and be struck blind. This you choose to believe! Your faith in a fear that you can neither see nor understand is the true source of fear for you. This presents to those who are willing to "see", a double negative! What if you looked within and saw no negatives? What if you looked within and saw nothing upon which the ego has cast its control? What if you saw only the love over which there is no control, because love “Is”? What if you looked upon the illusion you have created of a life controlled by fear and choose in that instant to awaken from the dream you have been living and see yourself as beyond the control of fear and of the ego? Is this not the moment of your own resurrection? This week my friend, I wish for you a life beyond control by fear of the unknown, instead to be replaced by life filled with the love of the known.
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