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Inspirational
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Ethereal Thoughts
The song "The Lord's Prayer" is being sung by Megan, Patti's daughter.
This site is full of beautiful videos, writings, and poems about your place in the world! It is called, "Welcome to Grandma's Faiths". Click here!
A "Must see" site of beautiful videos on meditation. This organization also has a retreat in the USA, called "Peace Village". Click here!
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The Interview With God
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To be really inspired, watch this beautiful video by
Clicking Here!
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The Road Home
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I looked for love and found defeat,
I searched for truth and found deceit.
I asked my Maker, "what is my goal?"
He answered lovingly, "the growth of soul."
And in my mixed up mind I said, "but God I’ve tried and
yet instead, of getting what you’ve meant for me,
I’m like a ship so lost at sea."
Again He answered in His patient voice,
"the roads are many, but yours of choice.
Each one I made individually,
but each must come very willingly.
All paths they take all lead to home,
but some must stray and some must roam.
In there own time they’ll eventually learn,
that which they seek is around the next turn."
I cried to Him with anguish inside,
"sometimes I just want to run and hide.
This life just seems so completely unfair,
and things are just too hard to bear."
He touched my heart and lifted my eyes,
and what I saw was no surprise.
For in Him I saw his loving care,
and knew whatever with Him I could share,
all the sorrows that my roads may bring,
because I chose the road home to the King.
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Heaven is Like a Bouquet of Flowers
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Many years a wonderful nurse said these words to me as I held my deceased infant son. I don't know where she heard them, nor do I know who wrote them, but they have helped me many times during my life, and I hope they will help you as well:
"Heaven is like a bouquet of flowers,
it takes little buds as well as big blooms to
make it beautiful"!
Anonymous.
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The following was the last gift from my daughter. She asked me to get a certain book the night before she left the physical world. She was adamant that I brought the exact one.
Two days after her transition, I was wondering why she wanted this particular book. I went into her room and got it and there was a red paper clip at the top of one page.
I wish to share what I found with all of those who may have lost a loved one recently. Consider it my gift to you, just as my daughter gave it as a gift to me.
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Night Weeping
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"As I walked past the kitchen bulletin board I glanced, as usual, at our family picture. I was surprised by the sudden intense pain, the almost doubling over kind from those first days of grief, after my husband Jim's death. Somehow there aren't enough words (in my vocabulary at least) to described the great varieties of pain. Today it was the stomach-turning kind, producing the urge to bolt, to run or somehow try to squirm away from the source of pain. Impossible - like trying to crawl out from under the labor contractions of childbirth. Agonizing, but necessary I guess, and (sometimes to my disappointment) survivable. Just there, and unavoidable, at least for this moment. Do I need to learn to work with it, sort of "riding" it rather than fighting it, as they taught us in childbirth classes? Sometimes the evil behind death peers through, and it seems such a horror. It makes me wish I were a screamer. Instead the silent tears slip down my cheeks. Tonight the pain and sadness are specific and profound, not just the vague weeping of fatigue.
As I read back in my journals I find myself almost relieved to see the variety of feelings. One big component of the pain is fear--a fear that this experience of pain may not be momentary but might settle down on me as a permanent condition, an incurable disease, an overwhelming and unmoving cloud cover. This time it's got me and it may never let me go. I need to keep reminding myself in the midst of the pain, that I can acknowledge it and give in to it because it isn't a life sentence.
Weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.
(Psalm 30:5)
Written by Mary Jane Worden
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"Imagine" by John Lennon
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Read these words and think of them in relationship to all the information on this site. Feel them, incorporate them, and make them a part of your existence.
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
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We Are All Connected
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We like to think that we are individuals seperated from all others and everything else, but we aren't. We are part and parcel of everything there is in the entire universe. We have the same energy, are made up of universal knowledge and we are all connected. We, our thoughts, our intents, our actions or non-action, affects everyone and everything else.
On our own individual spiritual journey we need to look deep inside ourselves, where all truth lies, and project all that is good and right - BUT there are times when we need to look outside of ourselves and see the universe as it is, knowing and accepting that each one of us makes a difference.
The following video allows us to get this perspective by showing us the "big" picture.
Click Here!
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Unnamed
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Don't think of them as gone away, their journey has just begun.
Life holds so many facets, this Earth is only one.
Just think of them as resting, from the sorrows and the tears,
in a place of warmth and comfort, where there are no days or years.
Think of how they must be wishing, that we could know today,
how nothing but our sadness can really pass away.
And think of them as living in the hearts of those they touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost, and they were loved so much.
Author unknown
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