By Michael Avery
“Be the one who chooses love above all else.”
A short while after writing that line in the song, “Be the One,” I received word that a teammate from Linfield with whom I had played baseball was in hospice.
By Michael Avery
“Be the one who chooses love above all else.”
A short while after writing that line in the song, “Be the One,” I received word that a teammate from Linfield with whom I had played baseball was in hospice.
By Pichaya Avery
One of my favorite spiritual exercises is called “The Open Heart.”1 It involves loving or caring for someone or something more than we do ourselves. I practice this daily and have experienced a variety of profound results.
I love cooking and baking for family, friends, and neighbors. On one particularly crisp winter morning, I was given an opportunity to express my love to a stranger. As I was preparing to leave home to facilitate a Satsang class, I was guided to do something I would not normally do. In addition to the homemade chocolate chips cookies that I brought every month, I included a bunch of bananas and a $20 bill.
By Michael Avery
A two-thousand-dollar settlement from my seventh car accident enabled me to buy a ticket to Mexico, where I planned to live for the winter and heal my broken heart after losing my mom to cancer. I had no idea how long I could live on the small bundle of traveler’s checks I carried with me in my wallet, but I set sail on this new adventure despite the inconvenience of a lonely headwind.
By Pichaya Avery
The Universe has countless ways of teaching us about love, often through the most unexpected encounters. On the first day of 2025, as the world welcomed a new beginning, I received such a wonderful lesson at our favorite park, where a serene pond usually hosts a community of graceful ducks and a solitary great blue heron.
By Michael Avery
“Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine.”
Few people realize that this Three Dog Night song has ties with Colliding Rivers and the community of Glide, Oregon. A famous songwriter used to live in a log cabin overlooking the North Umpqua River. His mom got the family business of songwriting started when she wrote a hit for Elvis called “Heartbreak Hotel.”
Guest Post by Karl LaRowe
Where Angels Gather
Angels really do exist. They are amongst us in our everyday lives. They appear as ordinary people except for the pools of love and kindness that swirl in their eyes when you allow yourself to meet their gaze with an open heart. Most of the time, meeting an angel is a rare and wonderful experience in our world today. This was not the case however during our last trip to Birch Bay over the Christmas holidays. We met angels everywhere.
By Pichaya Avery
One morning, I was guided to experiment with a spiritual exercise called “Show Me Love.”1 It is simply to ask God to show you truth, wisdom, understanding, or love. For a whole week, I had been struggling with a minor conflict with someone and contemplating on finding the best way to resolve the issue with greater spiritual awareness and grace.
I sang HU for a few minutes and asked the Inner Teacher inwardly to show me love. Then, I heard the Inner Teacher’s voice. “Go to the park, now.”
Guest Post by Sharon Sheppard, an Animal Communicator (transcribed by Michael Avery)
All the time, I get these beautiful gifts of teaching people and animals about the sacred sound of HU, the powerful mantra that connects us with divine love and the heart of all life. I also remind my clients and their pets about the importance of HU.
By Pichaya Avery
An unforgettable experience on New Year’s Eve in 2011 taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of carefully following the Inner Teacher’s guidance. After I kissed my children goodnight, I read a few passages in a book about love and retired for the night. I tossed and turned. Feeling restless, I was unable to sleep until suddenly, at midnight, a strong inner nudge prompted me to check my Facebook page. There was only one message, an urgent request from a friend in Jordon asking me to respond as soon as possible.
By Michael Avery (featuring Sharon Sheppard, an animal communicator)
Shadow’s Gift
I sometimes sing HU to the feral cat at the river where we feed jays and squirrels. Shadow, featured in the image above, loves attention as much as she loves the food people bring for her. I befriended Shadow more than ten years ago, when she was first abandoned, and fed her each morning while working at the water treatment plant adjacent to the park. Winters are especially difficult for Shadow. I grew to admire her survival skills and strength of will. She has been an inspirational teacher.
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