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We must believe that we have everything within us to be the very best that we can be: that we have the strength to weather storms and the compassion to forgive hurts; the brains to learn, the creativity to find new solutions and the talents to make the planet a gentler, more beautiful place to live in. We can learn to tap our light by meditating, praying, observing the world around us, communing with nature, paying full attention to what we are doing or just being quietly at ease with ourselves and deciding to calm ourselves enough to hear “the little voice inside.”
Therefore, believe. Believe that you can be all the great things that you have dreamed of. Believe in your goodness, in your courage, in your beauty, in your joy, in your love. Believe that as an spirit clothed in humanness you are never separated from the Divine, and, as you read this, part of you is singing, deep in Heaven.
Try this spiritual practice: next time you go to the super market or grocery store, smile.
Smile as you see the food, the produce, the products.
Take a fruit, smell it, feel the texture and smile at it. Repeat with another two fruits or vegetables.
Smile when you see the people around you.
Smile as you hand the money or use the credit card. Send blessings as you pay. Imagine a soft light surrounding the money or card and mentally say something like: I lovingly let prosperity flow.
Become aware of your feelings as you do all this, specially in what part of your body you sense them.
When you get home, drink a tall glass of water, with ice if possible.
Then write down whatever ideas come to you, try to describe the feelings and find three reasons why you should smile at the grocery store.
You will feel richer, calmer, more positive and caring after the practice :).
Limiting belief: there is something wrong with me/my life/the world/ I was hurt before so I will be hurt again.
Long time ago there lived a young and ambitious gardener called Nazrin. He wanted to create a beautiful garden, one deemed good enough for a king. So for years he learn the arts of gardening and finally obtained some land to planted. But as the beautiful flowers began to bloom, a corner of the garden was invaded by weed, and nothing that Nazrin did could get rid of them. He consulted his teachers, but none of their advice yield any results. He visited experts in other towns, yet their recipes and methods failed to destroy the weed. Finally, Nazrin gathered courage and decided to go to the capital, to speak with the King's head gardener.
The head gardener was a generous man and listen to Nazrin's woes. He asked if he tried this or that and Nazrin would say yes every time. The head gardener sat on the grass for a while in complete silence. Then he said: 'Well, Nazrin, there is only one thing that I can think of that you can do with your weed." 'What's that Master?' asked Nazrin. 'Learn to love them.'
The first step for clearing your life of limiting beliefs and views, is acceptance. Yes, stuff happens and stuff did happened to you. It hurt, it made you feel bad, it kicked your bum and left you black and blue all over. But it is past. That which was done to you, that which you did, all the mistakes, all the falls, cannot happen again; the events don't physically exist anymore. There are consequences, true, and one most deal with them. But you can do so from the present, without locking yourself in yesterday's pain. This by no means denies the pain you felt then and that you may be feeling at the moment. It invites you to accept that you are no longer the child who was bullied; the wife or husband who was unloved; the business partner who was betrayed; the young hooligan who broke windows in a football rage. That was then; this is now.
You cannot go back to the past. You cannot touch it, smell it, taste it, even see it. All you can do is conjure a ghostly image which you infuse with something that looks like life by the desire and needs of the person you are today. It is the present "you" who's feeling the pain, the rage, the disappointment. Either out of disbelief, anger or fear, consciously or not, some of us choose to live in the past and see the present from that distorted, fuzzy, low resolution filter. It's like choosing to sleep in your baby cot and then feeling miserably because you can hardly move.
As you will find out as you continue reading, I am a great TV and film fan -and I make no excuses for it. In one of my favourite Disney films, Meet the Robinsons, we find an over-the-top but powerful example of the dangers of not accepting the past and "keep moving forwards." A little orphan is kept for having a proper night sleep by his roommate. As consequence, when he's at his little league game, he falls asleep and fails to catch the ball. Then, the not-so-nice team players beat the poor little guy. I think that we all agree that this is a nasty experience -traumatising even. But the little boy is unable to accept and let go of what has happened: he becomes sour and resentful. Every time potential adoptive parents come to visit, he speaks about the missed opportunity, in anger, rage, with a mad-look in his face that brings Norman Bates (Psycho) to mind. Unsurprisingly, he never gets adopted. He refuses to leave the orphanage, even when it's closed down, and stays in the old, derelict room, mulling over and over the past event -until he decides to put the blame of his poor decisions squarely on the shoulders of the former roommate, and turns into his very incompetent arch-enemy.
Allow me to give you another example. Imagine walking with your head looking backwards. Not only is there a great chance that you may bump against something, twist your foot inside a crack and walk straight into a puddle. You also won't be able to see properly what's happening around you. You may miss opportunities or fail to see patterns with meaningful messages. You won't be entirely aware of the lessons that Life is presenting you with. And you won't be living fully and whole heartedly. While the rest of the world is enjoying HD, 3D images, you're eyes are glued to an old fashion, analogue black and white, square TV. Because that is what the past is like: just a blurry image, that we sharpened by our present interpretation of what happened.
Accept, then, that your parents were unable to see the degree of your suffering and did not protect you enough from your tormentors. Accept the pain of that child that you were once, and comfort him or her by acknowledging it, as you would comfort a lost child crying on the street (notice that by doing this you are no longer being the child, but the adult with the compassion, understanding and strenght to be able to bring comfort.) Accept that your spouse was an unfaithful scumbag unable of valuing your love; that your business partner determined that you were spendable and that you were wrong when you broke the window and today you would not do such thing.
Hoping that your childhood had been easier, your marriage better, and your business relationship more prosperous, does nothing for you, but to keep you in the hurt, the resentment and the distrust. What does help is to choose to move on from those feelings and find better opportunities for your life. To re-visit the events in order to find the ways they have made you or can make you stronger, wiser, smarter, more understanding and a better person as a whole (this is what a dear friend of mine calls "the gift of the poison"). Find also the lessons, and if you can't see them right away, know that they are there, and time and distance will make them more visible. Seek support if you feel you need it. And apply the old saying: the best revenge is to be happy.
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One of the easiest way to relax and connect to inner peace is breathing and scanning. If you feel comfortable doing it, close your eyes and place your attention in your breathing. Please read several times the instructions or have someone reading them out loud for you. You may wish to play the music on this page, to hep you relax even more.
- Feel the air passing through your nostrils, the back of your throat, down to your chest.
- Bring the air to your belly, into it "pops" out a bit.
- Exhale gently, pressing lightly your abdomen muscles, so all the air can come out.
- Breathe in this way for several minutes and then go back to your regular pattern of breathing.
- Now, think about your toes. If it helps, press lightly the muscles in this part of the body.
- Think about your legs, your knees, your thighs.
- Become aware of your abdomen, buttocks, back, chest, shoulders.
- Think about your arms, elbows, wrists, hands, fingers.
- Put your attention now on the back of your neck, on the muscles around your jaw line, on your cheeks, around your eyes, on the back and on the top of your head.
- Repeat the process, but now you are going to tell yourself that when you think about a specific part of the body, the whole of your being relaxes 10 times more.
- If you are good at imagining, see a scanner, like the ones in the supermarkets that are used to scan the prices' code bar, going slowly from the tip of your toes to the top of your head.
- Tell yourself that where the scan passes, your whole body relaxes 10 times more. If you can't imagine the scan, repeat the previous step of thinking about and/or pressing different body parts and telling yourself that each time your body relaxes 10 times more.
- Breathe in deeply one more time.
- Become aware of your surroundings. Wiggle your toes and fingers. When you are ready, open your eyes.
Description: Do you feel uninspired? Do you feel that you seem to lose track of your resolutions, sight of your dreams, and just go through life without clear goals to go after? Or may you would like to learn how to use the tools that would help you achieve the life-style you have always wanted for yourself.
If the answer is yes, then a Life By Design is for you.
In this workshop you will learn how to:
- Let go of limiting attitudes stopping you from achieving dreams.
- Visualise your goals effectively to fuel your passion and inspiration
- Create affirmations that empower and support your purpose.
- Set true, life-enhancing goals and programme them.
Venue: Atlantics Business Centre, Chelmsford
Offer: book by Friday and have a £5 discount. Or bring two paying frees and you go for free!
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In the Spring a breath
Of hope and light
Brakes through the clouds
Harbouring storms in my heart.
In the Spring
I can be six again,
Run wild over meadows,
Kick legs high on swings.
In the Spring.
Rainbows fly across my mind,
And my arms are kites
Dancing with the air.
And Fairies, those old friends,
And Angles, those firm hands,
And Dreams, so long forgotten.
Come out and play with me.
In the Spring.
The breath of love and life.
I can be anything.
Although for Pagans Easter or Ostara was a few weeks ago, I though it would be nice to share a legend about the Easter Bunny and Easter eggs.
The tale says that one day, the beautiful goddess of Spring, Ostara, was walking by a meadow, making sure that all the arrangement for the new season were ready, when a group of children came to her. The children knew about the goddess kindness and her great love for animals, so they felt confident that she could help them. They had found a little wounded bird who had been attacked by a fox. It was barely alive, and lay motionless in one of the kid’s hands.
‘Please save her, Ostara’ the children begged.
The goddess examined the bird and saw that its little body was beyond repair. Then she remember that a bunny had just passed on to the Summer Lands, leaving behind a still healthy body. So, using her powers, Ostara moved the bird’s spirit into the bunny’s body.
The children cheered when they saw what had happened, But soon realized that the animal was not happy -quite the contrary. Ostara asked the little bunny what was wrong.
‘Well, although I am happy to be alive, I am also very sad because I will never lay eggs again; I won’t be able to make the children happy with my song; and if the fox comes again, I won’t be able to fly to the top of a tree,” said the sobbing bunny.
‘Oh please Ostara, do something,’ asked the children, ‘help the bunny to be happy.’
Ostara was silent for a moment, and then, holding the bunny in her arms, she said: ‘from now on you will lay eggs once a year, on this date, to celebrate the re-birth of earth, life and hope. And we will call the celebration Easter. To thank the children, your true saviours, these will be special eggs, colourful, sweet and beautiful, just like children are. And in between each Easter, you shall live on the moon, where no fox can harm you and where the children can see you once a month and say hello.’
And so it was that a little wounded bird became the magical Easter Bunny.
And if the flower fails,
to caress your core with its perfume,
let the sweet morning dew
wash away the darkness
from your eyes. Let sunrise
draw open the curtains of your fear,
so its gold can paint your spirit bright.
And if the light fails,
to warm the coldness in your heart,
let the little bird’s song serenade
a note of hope, deep in your soul,
so it too can fly.
And if your soul fails,
to find its wings and soar high,
let the gentle earth support
your steps, as you find your way
to the temple of life, hidden, somewhere,
behind the vines of your mind.
And if the temple fails,
to reveal itself in a glorious sunset,
and astound you with murals of
emerald and bronze, let the silence
guide you inside, to that lily pond within,
to the lotus throne where the One,
who loves you beyond error and time,
smiling awaits for you to dress
in the magnificent garments of the Divine.
In spite of all the changes in my spiritual life, to this day I am fascinated by Jesus’ story. To be honest, the Divine Jesus really doesn’t connect with me. It’s the man who moves me deeply. Seeing Jesus as a human (and very special) being allows me to understand and empathize with his agony in the Gethsemane gardens. I can see a man struggling with what he believes to be his destiny, while facing the very natural fear to pain and death. I get his grumpy moments (and there are several in the Bible that did not make it to the movies); I enjoy his subtle sarcasm; I wince at some of his statements and I smile when he does the unexpected, like letting the mothers bring their children to him, although the disciples had pretty much sent them away seconds before
In a way (and I say this with all due respect) Jesus’ story is a bit like the Tarot cards. It reflects almost all human experience possible, taken away perhaps the romantic one (and there are debates about that). The refugee can see himself in the escape to Egypt episode; the young person having problems with his family concerning a future career can see herself in the 12-year-old Jesus, claiming to be doing what really is important to him (his father’s business). The poor can find inspiration in this wise man, who needed very little to live a good, meaningful life. The mystic can identify with his forty days in the wilderness. Those who know that have erred the mark find hope in the Father as presented by Jesus, a God of second chances. To the mother who lost a child Jesus provides the comfort and hope of an afterlife. And for those who sometimes feel disheartened at the state of the world, Jesus comes as a man of deep faith, not only in the reality of the Divine and its profound love for the world, but faith in people’s own light and potentiality for goodness.
Personally, I think Jesus represents the man that is true to himself, no matter what. There is one particular moment in the story that I find to be the most significant and powerful of all, one that summarises Jesus’ teaching. He is in pain, he is about to die, he has been betrayed and mocked. And yet he asks the Divine of his understanding to forgive his tormentors, because he knows that they are acting out of spiritual ignorance more than out sheer evilness.
To me, this could have well been the end of the story. In my eyes, nowhere else in the narrative is Jesus more loving, compassionate and mighty that at that instant. Because here his proving that he really meant all that he said: that we should, care for each other, forgive each other, seek peace and goodness in this lifetime. He forfeits what we could consider the natural excuses (anger, fear, pain, desperation, disappointment) that many give ourselves to not live and act by our values and beliefs, and instant of sublime love, asks for the well-being of those who are hurting him.
Yes, the crucifixion is very sad and relevant to his story. It is a clear symbol how good people be a victim of injustice. The fear of the men, compared to the courage of the women who visited the tomb in spite of their very real concerns, makes my inner feminist smile. I can see how the resurrection is a symbol of hope, although is not one that I particularly identify with. But those words, “forgive them Father that they know not what they do” are a banner to all that Jesus means to me: a call for compassion, humbleness, understanding, empathy and love so we can see in the other not only a spiritual siblings, but a reflection of ourselves, and all that makes us one in God. And in spite all my differences with the Christian theology, those words to me are enough to lower my head, and call Jesus “master.”
As I prepared a funeral for a Rastafari musician, I came across the story of Samson in the Old Testament. To be honest, I had never actually read the story, but seen Hollywood’s version of the hairy guy, including a very strange 1960s one called Hercules, Samson and Ulysses. Now, I’m sorry to say for those who have not read Judge 16, that the Biblical Samson is not quite the nice hero and his relationship with Delilah is hardly a heart-felt romance. I like to think that he is playing the fool with her to get his satisfaction, for she keeps on asking where his power resides, he keeps giving her false clues, he’s somehow attacked in the way he said he would be defeat it, and yet, he still with the woman. But eventually, he gets fed up with all the nagging (oh, if you love me you would trust and tell me what is your weak point) and tells her about the hair. Which, as events later proved, was a really silly thing to do.
Yet, how many of us have our Samson moment in our everyday life, and out of tiredness, anger or desperation give our personal power to others? I think it was Eckhart Tolle who said: if you think you are enlightened, spend a weekend with your parents. Either because of conditioning or lack of self-discipline, many of us pass through life been manipulated like a puppet, part if not all of the time.
Many a times, we let people’s opinion take us away from a path or stop acting in a certain way. Sometimes we let anger get the best of us and we react before thinking about the consequences of such reaction. If we are in a confrontational situation, the Samson in us make us waste time answering back to the adversary’s petty comments, instead of focusing in what needs to be done to achieve victory -hence allowing our foe to decide the agenda of the day.
It’s is not only anger that can become our Delilah, but also pride and imprudence. So we boast about advantages, projects or opportunities before we have achieve our goal, opening the gateway for those who like to take credit for other people’s ideas or efforts. Or we awake envy in certain kind of people, which may translate in ill-wishes or open sabotage. And then, of course, we have weariness. Sometimes we are so tired of trying, of fighting for our goals, that we simply give up, and like Samson-sans-hair, become weak, feeble, even blind to any opportunity to grow and be our full, powerful selves.
Still, all is not lost. Unlike the film version where Samson’s hair seems to grow back miraculously, the Bible says the his hair simple grew naturally, so by the time he was chained in the temple, he had some of his strenght back. And then, he prayed. True, he prayed to be strong again to kill a lot of people, but the fact is that he trusted the God of his understanding to help him, to strengthen him, so he could fulfil his mission. This speaks to me of the perfect marriage between our given gifts and the power of the Divine, which today I will call simply Love. Samson’s growing hair is to me a symbol of all the strength we have inside; all resourcefulness and talents, that at times appear to be lost, and yet there they are, deep within, finding their way out.
It’s true that in life we need self-mastery, inner discipline and a great deal of courage and humility. But like Samson, sometimes the Delilahs of our live will push the button one time too many, and we will fall into their laps, to be left as weak as a bold-headed baby. And in a way, that’s okay. It’s part of the learning process and the human experience -as long as we don’t chain ourselves to despair, inactive remorse and the victim mentality. Given time, our power will grow back, our wounds will heal and out faith will be restored, as long as we remember that in this adventure, we are never, ever, left alone by Love. And once we connect to It and let Love infuse our inner power, we are truly invincible.
Marcus and Jenna are having a wedding blessing in a beautiful grove: as part of the ceremony, they bless and plant a small tree, symbolising their commitment both to each other and to the environmental health of the planet. Mary and John are presenting their new baby to family and friends: as part of the Naming ceremony, they have had a star named after Dylan and people write and hang wishes in a "star tree". Rob and Charlie are having their civil partnership blessed: on the altar are two "rescue bottles" where they have written what they most love and like about each other. They will take it home with them, to open in those challenging moments when they make ask themselves "what did I ever see in him? Sarah and Tom, newly married, are in their back garden, celebrating a "bonding" ceremony, where they and their children from previous relationships express their desire and commitment to work together and accept each other as family. Bob and Rachel are enjoying a big wedding blessing, where they combine aspects of Rachel's Jewish tradition and Bob's Buddhism. Logan is at Grandpa Taylor's funeral: Mr Taylor was an agnostic who loved poetry and rock & roll and he's being sent off with the words of Constantine O. Cavafy's Ithaca and the music of Stairway to Heaven.
What do all these ceremonies have in common? They are bespoke ceremonies, crafted and delivered by an Interfaith Minister. In the world of both spirituality and celebrants, Interfaith Ministers are the new kids on the block - a cutting-edge alternative that offers the best of both worlds. Interfaith Ministers work with an individual's spiritual and personal beliefs, without themselves imposing any particular ideology or dogma. Hence, they are able to serve people who see themselves as spiritual, people of any religion or path, and people who have no particular spiritual beliefs at all. Part of the two-year course with the One Spirit Interfaith Foundation includes deep, open hearted listening. This means that Interfaith Ministers truly pay attention to people's ideas and vision for their special occasion, without judgement and with a great deal of respect.
Interfaith Ministers are also trained as celebrants and if there is one rule we could say about this training, it is that the client comes first. Our ceremonies are truly bespoke, tailored to people's needs and wants. They can be as spiritual or secular as people wish; as quirky or traditional as desired. As Ministers, we use a lot of creativity and knowledge to make each ceremony a unique affair, that truly expresses who the client is and what he or she wants to share with loved ones and friends. Everything in an Interfaith ceremony has purpose and meaning; every word, ritual, symbol is there as a reflection of the client. We also make ceremonies as friendly and inclusive as possible.
Interfaith Ministers truly believe that each stage of life is precious, and should be celebrated. Hence, we not only craft the "usual" ceremonies, such as wedding blessings, funerals and baby namings. Interfaith Ministers create ceremonies to honour granny's 80th birthday and to send a child off to university; to mark the start of adolescence or menopause and to bring positivity to a home or business; to handfast for a "year and a day" or forever. Acknowledging that for many people pets are truly part of the family, some ministers also conduct pet blessings and funerals. Others create ceremonies for more challenging times in life, such as a miscarriage or divorce. Some others create healing ceremonies to let go of or embrace certain events, whereas others give inspirational talks to bring hope and encouragement. In my case, I do all of the above.
It should be noted that although we can legally marry people in Scotland, Northern Ireland and Eire, in England and Wales (for now) Interfaith Ministers can only conduct wedding blessings. This has its own advantages, since it frees us to perform blessings anywhere, anytime, although couples would still need to undergo the Register Office ceremony, either before or after, for the marriage to be considered legal. All the other ceremonies do not have legal status, so, again, they can be celebrated where and when desired.
There are around 500 Interfaith Ministers in England. I am based in Chelmsford and there are several other ministers in the surrounding areas, including Harlow. To learn more, please visit my web site at www.journeyingsoul.com and the One Spirit Interfaith Foundation at www.interfaithfoundation.org.
As corny as it may sound, let me just finish by saying that Interfaith Ministers truly act from a place of service and acceptance. And for that special day, the one person we really want to please is you.
Some people think mothers are perfect. I disagree. I believe Mothers are divinely and wonderfully imperfect and I for one, am thankful that it is so. For there is nothing to admire in perfection; there is nothing to learn from it, nothing to be inspired by it, nothing to relate to it. It is in that beautiful, quirky and at times painful imperfection, that mothers become a beacon of light to her children. They teach us that there is something about motherhood, about loving and caring for a child, that makes you work hard to be your best, even if sometimes you fail at this endeavour.
Every day, everywhere, we see our very human and imperfect Mums, trying not to lose their temper at the muddy boot marks over a recently cleaned floor; smiling as they tell a story, although the day at the office was horrible and they truly feel like crying. We see them listening with wide eyes and sweet smiles stories about imaginary friends and invisible fairies, as they hold their tongue not to say that they are pragmatist and agnostics and that the chances of anyone seeing a fairy are far less than that of winning the national lottery.
We also see Mums wiping away a tear when exhaustion and frustration did allow a shout, a harsh word, a sour comment escape their lips and they saw the pain reflected on their children's eyes. We see them sitting at the kitchen table, doing impossible maths, asking what they should give up for while so there's enough money for that afterschool programme, that book, that game, that dress that will bring forth a smile of joy. We see them saying that they are not hungry, so their children can have a little bit more of food on their plates. We see them, deciding between voicing concern or staying silent about the new boyfriend, a career change, a life style or choice. They don't always get it right. And yet, in the middle of the discussion or communication breakdown, we now, although it can take years to admit it, that they are acting from a place of unconditional love, although the good intentions may get lost in translation.
No, Mums are not perfect. But by God, are they brave. They get up each day to face a world that is not always friendly and they do their best to offer their children all that there is in them to offer. They know they will make mistakes, but that doesn't stop them from trying, from learning, from hoping. Because mothers are not perfect, we know that when they say, "been there, done that" they mean it. They know the taste of tears and the sound of laughter. They know the chill of defeat and the basking glory of triumph. And they teach all this, through words, through silence, through action or omission. And all these lessons, in love, in life, in giving and receiving, we take with us, no matter where we go, how close or far we are from them, or even if we choose to become -or not- parents ourselves.
Our mothers are our first loves and they plant a rose garden in our hearts from the moment we are born. There are thorns and there are flowers, because you can't have the one without the other. Now wherever you decide to press the thorns or smell the roses, is entirely up to you. In any case, the garden will always there, in you and for you.