Guest Post by Sammie Thompson
Sometimes a simple statement or phrase in conversation can start a whole big “thang.” Working on my calendar for next month, I realize February has 29 days. That means it’s leap year.
Also, February 29th is ‘’Sadie Hawkins Day.” I haven’t done anything really funny/silly for no reason for some time, so when a creative thought came to mind, I shared with my girls, an idea about doing something just for fun.
Guest Post by Bob Switzer
I have had a great deal of success in working with a creative tool involving Spiritual symbols and signs. When I have had a decision to make or a major purchase, I will use a Spiritual symbol to give me the confirmation I need to move forward in harmony with Soul, my destiny, and for the good of the whole.
By Michael Avery
Being somewhat of an antique car fan, I enjoy pointing out vintage cars to anyone who will listen whenever I see one. ’66 Mustangs and green ’68 Dodge Chargers like the ones I once owned are my favorites. When I realized that I could use “seeing a particular car” as a means of communicating with Spirit, I added vintage cars to my list of waking dream symbols.
Guest Post by David Rivinus
“I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through; listen to this music!”
That quote, from the 14th Century Persian mystic and sage, Muhammad Hafiz, is one of my all-time favorites. His poetic reference to Spirit being “the Christ’s breath,” and his admonition to open ourselves to the sound current by “listening to this music” never ceases to move me; the imagery is exquisite.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
My head throbbed and my throat hurt so badly I could hardly swallow. The high fever sapped all my energy and made my world so blurred I could hardly make anything out. I was so sick that the rash that came with the fever was just a mild disturbance. Even though I wasn’t in school yet, my sister had brought home the rubella virus that was going around.
I laid on the couch in the living room, drifting in and out of sleep, wondering how long this was going to last or how long I could last. I was tired of being in this sick body and wanted to go back “Home”, the wonderful place I had come from before getting this body.
Guest Post by Claude Gruffy
I worked for a TV station for 32 years as a scenic artist. Back then, there were no computers and all sets were painted by hand. Before the new technology arrived and turned the world upside down, I had the chance to paint huge murals for soap operas, TV theaters, etc., for several years. I didn’t wonder why I had such a knack for painting large murals. I told myself that this talent came from my father, because he also had a certain talent for drawing.
Guest Post by Linda Wilken
Dreams. Some people contend that these are what life is made of. But there are some who say that dreams are simply the effects of a bit of indigestion, or situations from earlier in the day being worked out. Others say that we’re actually living in the dreamworld and that there is a reality beyond us greater than we know. yet others say that dreams are a bridge linking different realities.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
I started up an unnamed trail in southern Arizona one cool breezy morning. Recent rain had softened the earth in the foothills of the remote San Rita Mountains and left low hanging clouds spread across the sky. Further up in the mountains, I could see snow in the higher elevations, shrouded with dark clouds. Beyond that was my destination, Mt. Wrightson.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
Have you ever found your life in a period of conflict where everything seemed to be going wrong all at once? During these times, it is very important to listen and follow your Spiritual Teacher’s guidance.
By Michael Avery
Our judgments become the rules we have agreed to live by until we change them. Changing them is the easy part; uncovering them can be difficult.
As an example, while going over some early memories of my mom, I discovered a hidden judgement. I remembered how, during hard times, she would always say, “Don’t worry, we’ll always have enough.”
I attributed our family’s emotional stability to her wise and comforting words. And, true to my mom’s belief, the Universe always brought us enough. I was thankful for that. However, it struck me one day that we never had more than enough!
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