Guest Post by RJ McBride
When one has walked the spiritual path for as long as I and many others have, one learns that wherever you’ve been and where you stand now, all places are sacred ground. You accept your awaiting next step to be in your overall best interest, even if at times that “next step” involves the possibility of personal risk or injury. Such was the time I set out to summit Oregon’s 11,228 foot Mt. Hood.
Guest Post by Bob Switzer
When Diane was young, she was told her knees would deteriorate and give her problems later in life. And so, a couple of years ago when her knee stiffened and then became painful, she knew she would have to face this challenge and do something about it. It was bone on bone rubbing, and very painful. Then fear arrived.
Guest Post by RJ McBride
As I often find, seeds of wisdom can appear whenever judgmental excursions attempt to sidetrack Soul from Its journey back home to God. Whenever this happens to me, Holy Spirit steps in to show me the higher path.
If upon each new day we are able to share just one contribution that truly comes from the heart, we find life becoming more enriched—we are able to give and receive more of God’s love. Hence, “Be the One.”
Guest Post by Sammie Thompson
May 12, 2024. It’s Happy Mother’s Day! Knowing I needed to get up extra early, the night before I set out everything Spirit “suggested” I wear for the event for easy morning access: my ECK necklace and ring, the white pant and tunic set, appropriate other garments. I also planned to wear the new white spring/summer casual shoes being saved for this occasion. The alarm set, I had a late entry into the dream state, but it would all flow well in the morning. Ah,“best laid plans!”
Guest Post by RJ McBride
For many years I believed I was worth only what I had at the time. I was convinced that my destiny held nothing more than hard times and struggle.
“It’s all you deserve,” I would tell myself. “Don’t think about what you would like to have. Settle for things as they are and forget about it.”
I believed there would only be hardship and struggle…and that is exactly what there was. I did not understand that by limiting my imagination, I was limiting my possibilities. When I finally surrendered these self-limiting ideas, I began to see myself in a whole new light. I discovered that I was, and always had been, a spiritual being. I had not allowed myself to see my true worth.
By Michael Avery
I had the great pleasure and also the great misfortune of growing up at a quicksilver mine my father operated. With fifty-plus acres of hills, meadows, streams, ponds, wild strawberries, and ample wildlife, it was an idyllic place for a boy to live.
However, quicksilver, also known as mercury, is extremely toxic. The liquid metal that I often held in my hands turned out to be something other than a fun toy, as health issues later in life would prove. But this article is about a different memory from the “Bonanza Mine”—one that involves an old mining train and how it engendered a useful spiritual exercise.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
If you want to be good at anything in life, you must become a good learner. This includes learning to listen when the lessons come, learning to trust what you know and what you’ve learned, then demonstrate your learning by taking action. Enter the snowstorm and the “relentless” inner nudge…
Guest Post by RJ McBride
Driving through the Great Rocky Mountains of Colorado, I came upon a challenge that beset my fingertips to tingling. Standing before me was a massive 800-foot, free standing, solid rock wall. Because I was no stranger to the practice of free-climbing, I carefully scanned the best route for my intended climb and began my ascent, which by my calculations should, if all went well, take no more than a couple of hours.
Guest Post by Bob Switzer
An acquaintance named Timothy shared with me his experience of losing his wife to cancer and his journey into spiritual healing. A turning point came when he received a message from beyond. I’ll let him tell his story in his own words:
By Michael Avery, as told by Sharon Sheppard
Sharon Sheppard’s husband, Pat, takes their Siberian Husky for walks every morning and late afternoon either to a wooded area or along the rolling sand dunes and sparsely populated beaches near their home on the Oregon coast. Pat enjoys contemplating and singing HU, an ancient love song to God, as Sitka runs through the woods or along the beach. One day, their normal routine was interrupted when Pat spied a murre bird lying motionless at the tideline.
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