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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Main Force of Separation Is Fear.

~by Adyashanti

The experience of separation, although it is illusory, it seems to be a natural stage in the development of consciousness. I even see this sort of ego development with it that comes a sense of separation. It all has to do with how our brain works and the immense power that thought has and it all sort of starts to create this sense of self and so I see that sense of separate self as ultimately illusory but actual quite natural stage of development, but then I think that when you get to the threshold, which I think is where a lot of people are now; they've experienced that separateness and they find that it's inherently unsatisfactory, not only for oneself, but very unsatisfactory for the world, very unhealthy for the world. 

And then you feel that pull, right, there's something else, but that's when you often start to uncover this tremendous fear, because it's a sort of death. Moving beyond the separate self it's a death of an identity. And, on the level of thought, it's like, it's a death, it's very abstract to talk about it or describe it, but when it starts to happen to you, and you literally feel like you're going to die or you look in and you see the emptiness of the separate self, and it sounds very spiritual, but when you actually see it, it can really be quite terrifying, quite shocking. 

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Sunday, July 24, 2011

No Room for Judgment When There Is Happiness, Joy, & Peace

By Pamela J. Wells
Published on 7/24/11

Too many times, religion is used as a weapon to judge others. If you judge others, you judge yourself. When the need to judge arises, go deep within and find what it is inside of you that needs to judge others.

If you are not happy, if you are not filled with joy, if you are not at peace with yourself, you will never have the ability to offer happiness, joy, or peace to others.

Peace starts within. Peace embraces everyone it meets, regardless of their differences, regardless of their religion or non-religion.

Peace will end war, but until then, we have to start within ourselves, within our homes, within our communities.

Embrace everyone you meet. Take the lens that filters off of your eyes. Release the need to control others and the need to judge others.

Embrace All

Yourself Included

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Friday, July 22, 2011

Your Highest Priorities

“You have to decide what your 
Highest Priorities Are 
and have the 
courage—pleasantly, smilingly, 
to say no to other things. 
And the way to do that 
is by having a 
Bigger Yes Burning Inside.”

~ Stephen Covey ~

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Is There Life After Death?

The late Father Anthony de Mello, told this little story.

All questions at the public meeting that day were about life beyond the grave. 

The Master only laughed and did not give a single answer. 

To his disciples, who demanded to know the reason for his evasiveness, he later said:

"Have you observed that it is precisely those who do not know what to do with this life who want another that will last forever?"

"But is there Life After Death or is there not?" persisted a disciple.

"Is There Life Before Death? That is the question!" said the Master.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Immaculée Ilibagiza, Author of Left To Tell

Wayne Dyer talks about this inspirational true story.
I have come to know Immaculée very, very well over the past year—in fact, we communicate on a daily basis. She’s traveled with me, speaking on the same stage and telling her story to audiences that number in the thousands. We’ve talked privately for hour after hour about her experiences in the holocaust and her ambitions today, and I’ve spent time with her and her family. I’ve spoken with her co-workers and even her fellow genocide survivors, and she’s spent a great deal of time with my own children. I’ve conversed with her during long plane and train rides between lecture stops, and I’ve seen her stand before audiences large and small. In fact, I've come to love and admire her so much that I’ve dedicated my latest book, Inspiration, to her.

Despite the hideous display of humans’ inhumanity to each other that was taking place only a decade or so ago in the country of Rwanda, this is truly a love story in the purest sense of the word—a story of the triumph of the human spirit, a story of one woman’s profound faith and determination to survive (against literally impossible odds) in order to tell her tale and to be an agent for ushering in a new spiritual consciousness, and a story of a love for God that was so strong that hatred and revenge were forced to dissolve in its presence.

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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Iqbal’s Spirit Did Not Die. It Found Its Way Through the Children That He Inspired

By Pamela J. Wells

“We have a slogan at school when children are freed. We all together say we are free. And I request you to join me today in raising that slogan here. I will say, “We are,” and you will say, “Free.”


Iqbal Masih was born in Muridke, Pakistan. He lived his young life, unfortunately as a child laborer, which began when he was just 4 years old. He lived in Pakistan with his family who needed money to pay for their eldest son’s wedding, so they borrowed 600 rupees (around $12) from a carpet factory owner who was rich and influential in their community. They exchanged their son, Iqbal, for the money.

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“Distaste for another masks your distaste for yourself.”

~By Pamela J. Wells~

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Open your hand

By Patti Digh

“To receive everything, one must open one's hands and give.” 
~ Taisen Deshimaru ~

“If my hands are fully occupied in holding on to something, 
I can neither give nor receive.”  
~ Dorothee Solle ~

One of the wisest people I know is a man named Eliav Zakay from Israel, CEO of a national youth leadership program there and formerly with the Israel Defense Force Leadership Development School. I met Eliav in 1995, having gone to the Israeli resort town of Eilat to speak at a conference on international organization development issues which he and many of his Defense Force team attended. Serendipity brought us together—we were both part of a small, fictional country during a global simulation that occurred at the start of the conference. Neither of us being particularly fond of fake games that pit imaginary parts of the world against each other, we endured the global wrangling and as soon as was politely possible escaped for a coffee, a tour of the underwater aquarium, and a rather interesting kayak ride that ended with the former tank commander in the brink. He has been a source of wisdom and humor ever since.

Eliav once told me a story that has stuck with me. Now, ten years later as we enter middle age, he swears it was not he who told me this story, but I will believe until my dying day that it was. It was an important story for me, so I think he should just take credit for it and stop denying it.

While still in the Israel Defense Force, his commander took him to the beach one day. “Eliav,” he said, “pick up two handfuls of sand.” Eliav did as he was told. “Now,” said the commander, “keep one hand open and clench the other into as tight a fist as you can.”

Again, Eliav did as he was told.

“Now,” said the commander, “open the clenched fist and compare how much sand you have in each hand—the hand you clenched and the one you left open.”

“Which one,” he asked, “has the most sand in it?”

“The open hand,” said Eliav. “It is the open hand.”

In trying to hold onto the sand, we squeeze it out.

There are people in life who hold their hand open, and there are those whose hands are shut. Which am I, I wonder? Which are you?

What does it take to have a generous nature, to hold your hand open, to live a life in which you give when you don’t have, when you give rather than hold, and when you are generous enough to see the deeply rich humanity in people unlike you?

Generosity, it turns out, is a way of being in the world, not a way of giving in the world. It has little to do with giving gifts, and everything to do with giving space to others to be who they are.