August 30

The Power of Prayers

One of the best ways to assist your evolution into higher consciousness and stabilise your sixth sense so that you become an evolved being is to pray. Prayer immediately raises your personal vibration and ushers more light into your body, opens your heart chakra, which in turn activates your sixth sense and connects you with your Higher Self. Prayer isn’t complicated or difficult.

It is simply the practice of communicating on an intimate heart-to-heart level with your Creator.
When you pray you ask your personal ego to step aside and you surrender your personal energy over to a Higher Power, asking it to work through you, to bring about balance and healing.

Prayer allows Divine power to do for you what your own personal power and resources operating on a five sensory level can’t. Just in case you don’t already know this, in blind study after blind study, research shows that prayer works, so even science confirms that prayer is probably a good idea.
Prayer heals. Prayer calms. Prayer strengthens. Prayer balances and restores order. Prayer attracts solutions that we could never even imagine possible, which is what we call miracles. Prayer is a direct link to heaven and keeps us plugged into our source.

Some people wonder if there is a correct way to pray. I believe the answer to this is, “Yes, there is. Your way.” Prayer is such a personal and intimate connection with Divine Source that the right way to pray is in whatever way you personally intuitively feel moved to pray. After all, prayer, like everything else soulful, is an art, and your prayer is your art.

The other day I went to my computer to log onto the Internet for something and much to my dismay there was something wrong with my computer and I couldn’t establish the connection I had wanted to.

I felt frustrated and really disappointed that I was unable to gain access to this vast and free resource when I really needed it. Praying is very similar to logging on to the Internet, only better.
It is spiritually logging on to Divine Wisdom, the ultimate resource for needed support and guidance.
Like everything else that connects us to our sixth sense, prayer is most effective when practiced. That means we should pray all the time, until it becomes automatic.

Pray when you first wake up in the morning.
Pray when you take a shower.
Pray before your drink your morning coffee and when you drive to work.
Pray for direction, for the easiest and best way to get through your day.
Pray for inspiration, and for your health.
Pray for success in your projects and for patience when those around you get on your nerves.
Pray for forgiveness and an open heart.
Pray for the answer to your problems and where to find your car keys.
Pray for creative inspiration and for better health.
Pray to release the past and to open your mind and heart to a better future.
Pray for the willingness to let go of the old and outdated and reach out for something new.
Pray for understanding.
Pray for faith. Pray for peace. Pray for a happy heart in spite of everything. That’s just for starters. You can then begin to pray for others, and their well-being. Pray for your family, your job, and your co-workers. Pray for your enemies and your competition.
And most of all, pray for the world and world peace.

In fact, pray for everything you can think of.

When you pray you instantly raise your personal vibration to a higher and more harmonious energy pattern. This higher vibration has a healing effect on your physical and emotional body.
It calms your anxiety, soothes your nerves, and eases your tension. It has helped relieve high blood pressure, lift depression, and cure sickness, although the scientists aren’t sure how. In fact prayer has even been known to cause miracles!

Prayer is basic training for anyone who wants to become a six-sensory being. It not only opens you up to receiving assistance from a higher power, it also relieves you of the stress of “figuring things out” for yourself. Prayer simply turns things over to Divine Source for solution and takes the pressure off of you. One of the hallmarks of a six sensory being is the absence of worry over how things will work out.

There are no instructions when it comes to prayer. Pray whenever you feel like it, about anything you feel like, and in whatever way you feel like.

Don’t worry if you are doing it right. God knows better than you, what you mean and need.
The point of prayer is not so much what you pray for, or how, because we are often confused when we pray, but that in praying we allow for Divine Spirit to enter into our hearts and into our lives to straighten things out.

The beauty of prayer is that with it God does straighten things out and always better than we could have asked for or imagined.

May 14

The Finer Thought

Imam Mohammad Al -Baqir has said:

“Haseebu qabla an tuhasibu” – “Do your accounting before the accounting is done for you”

The poem below sums up how our each day should be:

The Finer Thought

How fine it is at night to say:

“I have not wronged a soul to-day.

I have not by a word or deed,

In any breast sowed anger’s seed,

Or caused a fellow being pain;

Nor is there on my crest a stain

That shame has left. In honour’s way,

With head erect, I’ve lived this day.”

When night slips down and day departs

And rest returns to weary hearts,

How fine it is to close the book

Of records for the day, and look

Once more along the traveled mile

And find that all has been worthwhile;

To say: “In honour I have toiled;

My plume is spotless and unsoiled.”

Yet cold and stern a man may be

Retaining his integrity;

And he may pass from day to day

A spirit dead, in living clay,

Observing strictly morals, laws,

Yet serving but a selfish cause;

So it is not enough to say:

“I have not stooped to shame to-day!”

It is a finer, nobler thought

When day is done and night has brought

The contemplative hours and sweet,

And rest to weary hearts and feet,

If man can stand in truth and say:

“I have been useful here to-day.

Back there is one I chanced to see

with hope newborn because of me.

“This day in honour I have toiled;

My shining crest is still unsoiled;

But on the mile I leave behind

Is one who says that I was kind;

And someone hums a cheerful song

Because I chanced to come along.”

Sweet rest at night that man shall own

Who has not lived his day alone.

 

BY: Edgar A. Guest

July 23

WHEN I DIE – By Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi

When my coffin is being taken out, you must never think I am missing this world Don’t shed any tears, don’t lament or feel sorry: I am not falling into a monster’s abyss.



When you see my corpse being carried, don’t cry for my leaving. I am not leaving: I am arriving at eternal love.



When you leave me in the grave, don’t say goodbye: Remember a grave is only a curtain for the paradise behind. You’ll only see me descending into a grave: Now watch me rise. How can there be an end when the sun sets or the moon goes down ? It looks like the end, it looks like a sunset, but in reality it is dawn.



When the grave locks you up, that is when your soul is freed. Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth, not rise with a new life ? Why should you doubt the rise of a seed named human ? Have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well coming back empty ? Why lament for a soul when it can come back like Joseph from the well.



When for the last time you close your mouth, your words and soul will belong to the world of no place no time.



                                     

I  AM  FREE

      

Don’t grieve for me, for now I am free.  I’m following the path God laid for me. I took His hand when I heard him call, I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work or play.



If my leaving has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy. Be not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.



My life’s been full, I savoured much, good friends, good family, a loved one’s touch.



Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free.

February 9

A Crabby Old Woman

A Crabby Old Woman

When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through her meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet:

Crabby Old Woman

What do you see, nurses ?  What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?

A crabby old woman, Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice,  "I do wish you’d try!"

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe?

Who, resisting or not,  lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?

Is that what you’re thinking?   Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse;    YOU’RE NOT LOOKING AT ME.

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover she’ll meet.

A bride soon at twenty -  My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty  my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other  with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man’s beside me to see I don’t mourn

At fifty once more,  Babies play ’round my knee,
Again we know children – My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, My husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing young of their own ,
And I think of the years and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old woman and nature is cruel;
‘Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, Grace and vigour depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass A young girl still dwells,
And now and again, My battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living life over again.

I think of the years – All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people, Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;   Look closer….see, ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within…..we will all, one day, be there, too!

February 7

Saying Grace In A Restaurant – Priceless!

**Sometimes we forget* *the really important things in life.*

Last week, I took my grand-children to a restaurant.

My six-year-old grand-son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Nana gets us ice cream for dessert.  And liberty and justice for all!  Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That’s what’s wrong with this country.  Kids today don’t even know how to pray.  Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my grand-son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"

As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table..
He winked at my grand-son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."

"Really?" my grand-son asked.

"Cross my heart," the man replied.

Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream.
 
A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."

Naturally, I bought my grand-children ice cream at  the end of the meal.
My grand-son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life.

He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you.
Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."**

**The End

I love this story!
Please keep it moving.
Sometimes, we all need some ice cream.*

**I hope God sends you some ice cream today*****