Heavenly Cat

One day a cat dies of natural causes and goes to heaven. There he meets the Lord Himself. The Lord says to the cat, “You lived a good life and if there is any way I can make your stay in Heaven more comfortable, please let Me know”. The cat thinks for a moment and says, “Lord, all my life I have lived with a poor family and had to sleep on a hard wooden floor.”

The Lord stops the cat and says, “Say no more,” and a wonderful, fluffy pillow appears.

A few days later 6 mice are killed in a tragic farming accident and go to heaven. Again the Lord is there to greet them with the same offer.

The mice answer, “All of our lives we have been chased. We have had to run from cats, dogs and even women with brooms. Running, running, running; we’re tired of running. Do you think we could have roller skates so we don’t have to run anymore?”

The Lord says, “Say no more,” and fits each mouse with beautiful new roller skates.

About a week later the Lord stops by to see the cat and finds him snoozing on the pillow. The Lord gently wakes the cat and asks him, “How are things since you’ve been here?”

The cat stretches and yawns and replies: “It is wonderful here. Better than I could have ever expected. And those ‘Meals On Wheels’ you’ve been sending by are the best!!!”

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Question: How do we find compassion for people who seem to have no compassion themselves?

Answer: I really had to look this question over deeply in my life as a therapist working with all kinds of people. Most of the time I worked with the survivors of whatever ordeal my client had gone through. I didn’t often get to see the “perpetrator”.

I remember in my own therapy as I began reliving my own horrible abuse, the memories just kept bubbling up. My therapist continually told me to love myself. He taught me the meaning of phrases like “I’m worth loving”, “I deserve to be loved” and so on. One day I looked at him and asked, “What do you say to people like my father if they come into your office?” My therapist smiled and said, “I tell him the same thing.” I was shocked. How could a horrible monster like my father come into anyone’s office and get told the same things about deserving to be loved, just like the person they had hurt?

As I healed my own wounds, and continued to see clients I did come face to face with a few perpetrators. I was actually surprised how easily I was able to find their beauty, their core of Love. I was amazed at how soft and vulnerable they actually were underneath their expressions of pain. I was intrigued at how their faces seemed to melt into softness as they understood that what they had done wasn’t going to be judged by me.

My work continued to lead me to a place where I worked with many people who were the “outcasts” of society. Some of them had done awful things, according to most people’s standards. I watched them “get it” as I released the pressure of judgment from them during the sessions so they could dare to look and understand how their actions had affected others. As I held up a structure for them that, even just for an hour, allowed them to honestly understand how they had chosen pain, not only for others but for themselves, they could find the courage to forgive themselves and choose to stop their own pain which eventually resulted in stopping the pain of others.

I learned to stop judging others, because I had plenty of shadows of my own. For example, I was raised in a family who had no compassion for cats unless they were mousers. My dad regularly killed my cats, yelled at them one day and suddenly they were gone, “got ran over” was the typical answer. I grew up believing that animals had no soul. When they died, they just died. We never gave cats shots or good food or even water. My mom always said, “Oh, they’ll take care of themselves.”

It wasn’t until I met my second husband that I had a model of someone who adopted a pet and it was a big decision, like adopting a child. That pet doesn’t get dumped because it gets on the table once. He used to give his cat a bath every week, and even brushed her teeth every night. She had very poor teeth and actually needed it. I had never given cats shots until he insisted. He always talked to his cat and I could see how she loved him. Until then I just thought cats were sort of like plants. Everyone I grew up with drowned kittens and did mean things to them because it was entertainment. I didn’t like it, but I seemed to be the only one that didn’t.

I learned differently because I had someone to show me a new way, and I allowed that new teaching into my heart. If no one had been able to do anything but tell me how awful I was, I might never have found the courage to begin a new way of being with cats.

So, my point is that judging doesn’t seem to actually work if we want people to have an opportunity for growth. At the same time if we make an assessment (discernment without the negative spin) that someone is dangerous, then we need to do what we can to take care of ourselves and those around us.

When I can, I choose to keep myself at a distance from those I have discerned are in a different place than me because I am focusing on my own life at the moment. If it is my job, or my gift, to be with someone I’d rather not spend time with, then it’s my choice to judge or not judge. I personally find that judging, in its negative sense, is actually my way of stepping on that person to help me feel better because they are less than me, so I must be better. I’m filling a need for self love in myself.

When I become aware that I’m using another person’s energy to feed my own need for self Love, then I can release my judgments and go directly to my God/Source inside of me to meet my need for self Love.

Judging others is a way of distancing ourselves from others. Sometimes that distancing is part of the “judgee’s” need for safety, and sometimes it’s a way for the “Judger” to distance. So, all of this boils down to fear. We are afraid to connect to others who are different than we are. What is fear? The opposite of Love.

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How many times have you tried to save money and just can’t seem to do it? Have you wondered what it is within you that holds you back from doing things you want to do, but somehow you feel a little guilty if you have too much fun? How about those sexual hang ups? I would like to say that we can blame all of our problems on dusty old oaths and vows that we took in past lives, but that’s not quite the case. At least not ALL of our issues can be immediately cleared up by removing unwanted vows.

However, when we let go of old vows and oaths taken in previous times, that can be a significant step in your process of getting unstuck and moving on to the next level of growth. Most of you, who are reading this article, have probably had lives where you have been spiritual seekers of various types. Many of these spiritual systems incorporate vows, oaths, promises and so forth as part of the “path to enlightenment”.

In and of itself there is nothing wrong with taking these oaths. The problem arises when that particular life time is over and you are now living in a different set of beliefs and aren’t aware of having those old vows. The issues become more complex if you’ve had many life times where you took oaths in one, vows in another and covenants in yet another life time.

All of these rituals are powerful because they are intentional and often the words “forever” or “through eternity” are incorporated into the promise which really seals them deeply into your energy body. You can imagine that after many lifetimes of making these sorts of promises and each time leaving little remnants behind, your life could get pretty confusing. Part of you may be trying to spend money to keep a vow of poverty, while another part keeps wanting to give everything away due to a vow of materialism.

Clearing away these stray oaths and vows can be a bit tricky at times because they are often deeply connected to beliefs that these promises will bring you closer to God. Even so, we can usually catch them by clearing them energetically or when we work by phone we can clear them using Past Life Integration.

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I want to share with you a session that happened many years ago now, but it helps people understand how I do psychic messages.

A woman’s voice over the phone said, “Can you help me understand my mother? She was in an accident awhile ago and has been in a coma for many months. The doctors prepared us for her death, her husband, also my father, pretty much gave up on her. She is conscious now and she has tubes in her throat. She can’t eat or talk.”

“Sure” I answered, “what’s your mother’s name?” My client started to answer me, and I interrupted her with, “Never mind, I’ve got her. Wow she is one strong woman!” My client, MK, laughed and assured me that she came from a line of very strong women.

I saw MK’s mother in my mind’s eye and she looked strong and healthy even though I knew she was just out of a coma and in a nursing facility. That’s one nice thing about talking with the energy of a person who is physically ill or speaks another language, I can still hear them in my own language without the impediments of their physical body.

I asked MK’s mother if she wanted to tell her daughter anything at all and she let me know that she so deeply appreciated everything her daughter was doing for her and to please let her daughter know that she does recognize her heart connecting with her daughter. I passed this on to MK and gave her time to absorb the message.

MK then asked me if her mother had anything to say to MK’s father. Before MK even finished her question I heard her mother in my mind’s ear saying, “Fried Chicken, tell him I said I want some Fried Chicken!” The message was so strong there was no way I was going to wiggle out of telling MK. <grin> Sometimes my human side really thinks this energy stuff is pretty far out. <blush>

Anyway, I said to MK, “Your mother is yelling at me to tell you to tell your father that she wants fried chicken. She’s incredibly urgent about this.” On the other end of the phone I heard MK gasp.

“Oh my God! That’s what my mother was constantly saying to my dad. She loves fried chicken, that is exactly what she would say if she could.” We laughed. MK’s mother insisted that MK tell her father that she has asked for fried chicken so then he would know she was really alive. She wanted her husband to stop being so afraid that she was going to die. I passed this message on to MK. Then the picture of her mother, in my mind’s eye, became calm and faded away.

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Three Strings

Many of these inspirational stories, you will find in my blog, come to me by way of my Friends at Marlana and Friends. Thanks guys! I invite you to fill our our simple application to join Marlana and Friends email discussion group here: http://www.Marlana_and_Friends-subscribe@yahoogroups.com

There are several versions of this story floating around the internet. I couldn’t find the original author. I have edited it just slightly by ending it where I felt the most power and leaving it to resonate within your own heart.

One way to really get the juice out of these kinds of stories is to read it when you can give yourself plenty of time and deep attention you deserve. Then sit quietly after you finish reading and simply listen to your inner thoughts, notice your reactions, or watch for pictures you create for yourself due to how the words touch your heart. Honor your own process. Honor your own level of understanding.

These kinds of stories have many layers. You may find a completely different jewel than someone else does when they read it. What you discover is your own treasure, take it into your heart with gratitude and willingness to integrate its teachings into your life.

On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City.

If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight.

He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and proceeds to play.

By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs. They wait until he is ready to play.

But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it snap – it went off like gunfire across the room. There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no mistaking what he had to do.

We figured that he would have to get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp his way off stage – to either find another violin or else find another string for this one. But he didn’t. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again.

The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such power and such purity as they had never heard before. Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work with just three strings. I know that, and you know that, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that.

You could see him modulating, changing, re-composing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made before.

When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done.

He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us, and then he said – not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone – “You know, sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left.”

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What is Love?

What is love?

Love has so many colors, so many flavors and can be pure or marbled with many other energies. Humans, have many experiences which we draw upon to help us define love and life in general. Many times we will draw conclusions about things which makes sense at the time and later does not work. For example, as a child we love our parents. As we grow up we can see that actually we needed our parents to survive. You can see how easy it is for many of us to get need and love confused, even as adults.

Love can be confused with need, obligation, familiarity, lust, gratitude and many other emotions. One of the most common issues I know of, is that we are labeling too many emotional states as “love”. Let’s say that John has an internal definition of love that includes being waited on when he comes home from work. While Jane has an internal definition of love that includes being listened to after a hectic day.

They both come home from work and are tired and want nothing more from each other than to be loved. John thinks he is loving Jane by rushing to fix her dinner while she is talking about her day. After all, that’s what he would like Jane to do for him. Yet she feels as though he is inattentive since he’s preoccupied with cooking dinner for her. John is secretly wishing that Jane would cook him dinner for a change. Jane wishes John would talk to her more about his day. They both become irritated and begin believing that the other one is insensitive or doesn’t really love them after all.

Jane and John have love mixed up with need. Love, when it is pure, has no emotional feeling of its own. Love simply is. Love is not the absence of hate. Love is more like acceptance of what is in the moment. Love is inclusion without dependency. Love is giving without expectation. Love is allowing without sacrifice. Love is gentleness without condescension. Love is connecting without controlling. Love is receiving without taking. Love is an attitude and a way of being. Love simply is.

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Somewhere during my six years of therapy I met my spiritual teacher, Gurumayi. She was one of my chosen teachers, as opposed to teachers that aren’t intentionally teaching. Her teaching is simple; God is in me, I AM God. God is Love.  The concept was so utterly and completely free of guilt, shame, judgment and fear, I soaked it up like a sponge.  She gently blasted away all my beliefs around a masculine God, and I loved it!

Relationships often serve as reminders of holding my power, finding and retaining my identity and remembering and applying all I have learned from other
teachers.  My friends, family and significant others teach me so much about myself. Sometimes the lessons I learn this way are gradual, and not as obvious as the ones I intentionally choose, however, the lessons I learn in daily life seem to be the deepest ones.

Now I am my own best teacher. I know me better than anyone, I know my own style of learning, so I can teach myself most effectively. I teach myself how to remain open to others who have lessons to bring me. I teach myself how to remember what I already know. I am realizing that learning and teaching are the same, almost inseparable energies… both have qualities of remembering what we already know.

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What did I learn from the two previous teachers? Church has no answers for me. I cannot pretend to be happy when I’m not. I’m too screwed up to have socially acceptable prayers that can be answered on cue and have a happy Hallelujah ending. In a way, I felt relieved that finally I could stop trying to be someone or something I just wasn’t.  In other ways I felt even more lost than before.

Around that same time I started going to a therapist.  I had tried that before, but I hadn’t been ready to really dig in and heal myself, and I hadn’t founda therapist that was willing and able to go there with me. Then I met Joe. He was just right for me. Professional, yet warm, dedicated, yet had healthy boundaries.  Joe taught me that I didn’t have to look to church or my parents or my friends for the answers to my pain. I learned that I am responsible for my own pain, my own answers, my own healing. I learned how to identify feelings, release guilt and hold my own power.

He taught me that I was my own best teacher, because I am my own best student. I’m my own best parent because I know what I need. I know my own heart aches, so I can know best how to nurture myself, and how to help others know how to love me.

What do you need? How do you get your needs met?

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I have had various teachers, some knew they were teaching me something, but probably not the lesson I actually learned.  When I was about 14 years old, I sat in a fundamental Christian Sunday school class taught my a man named Neil.

I’m sure he didn’t expect me to learn the lesson I learned from him which was…”Oh my goodness… I’m in a church that thinks that if I’m not sitting in this church building at exactly the moment that Christ comes back to Earth to get us… I will go to Hell, no matter what I believe. AND, my friends, that don’t know they are supposed to be sitting in THIS church building at just the right moment, which we don’t know WHEN that will be, are also going to Hell. No second chances.” That was the moment I knew I was in the wrong place.  That was the moment I began to really think for myself.

Later, I had kids of my own by then, a pastor, in a much less strict church, admitted to me that there really was no place for me in his church. My depression was way too serious and I was way too suicidal. I was unable to go up to the “alter” (front of the church) and kneel, then jump up and turn around and smile with my arms up in the air and
“Praise God” for my healing.  The fact was that I left that place  feeling as depressed or worse than when I came in.

He was the first person that was honest with me.  He was able to help me to stop pretending I was healed or happy when I was miserable.  He finally gave me permission to stop lying to myself and to eeryone around me.  then I was able to move on into my own reality and find my own truth. I don’t know if he knew that was his gift to me, but I’m so glad he could do that for me.

Teachers teach us unexpected lessons, not only a surprise lesson for the studenet but maybe as the teacher as well.

What have you learned, and from whom have you learned your greatest lessons?

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Enlightenment

Being enlightened seems to be about moving from darkness to Light. Darkness comes any lots of shades and for many reasons, abuse is just one reason, however we all have probably encountered painful situations and our learning mechanisms jump into place and the lesson we can so easily learn is not to trust, or to withdraw from possible
pain.

Enlightenment is all about learning how to open up and stay open to Love and Light.  We learn from painful histories, then we learn how to discern, so we don’t just lump everyone into the role of hurtful people.  As we continue to grow and heal and evolve, we eventually discover that we deserve to be treated well, and to be loved and respected.  Then when we get through that phase we move into the place where none of it really matters anyway, because the part of us that’s “God” or “Love” cannot be truly hurt.

So… being and becoming Enlightened is not separate and apart from pain, shame, guilt or fear.  It’s not about overcoming those things or even hiding them, I think it’s about healing them and gaining depth and understanding that we would not be able to do without those experiences or similar ones.

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