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Good afternoon, on a cold, creepy and blustery winter day here near Melbourne in Australia. I am watching the breeze blowing my curtain around. The window is shut, but a flying rock, many years ago, made a small hole in the bottom corner .. and I like to have breeze in the spaces I am in, cold or not.
That curtain is a strange thing .. it moves by itself. Sometimes its all the way open, and sometimes, like now, its almost shut. And its not me, or members of my living household, who are moving it about - oh no, to move the dear thing you have to climb up on my desk, take hold of the curtain rail and pray it doesn't fall down in your hands when you try and shift the curtain along .. so it tends to stay wherever it ends up. LOL
I wanted to talk to folks about 'the open door policy'. Cute name, not so helpful problem. It's about not letting ghosts in your house, or your energy, since I have people both painfully haunted and wearing attachments we cannot shift. Why does it happen .. I can explain that .. what we can't explain is why we can't shift them.
When I was growing up the 'church' taught 'do not play in the occult'. I thought they were crazy .. what's harmful about tarots etc .. still of that opinion, but two things that I know are trouble in the making are ouijas, and being haunted. One can lead to the other, and where the ouija is concerned .. it can lead to much worse .. but its not a topic for today .. so where was I? Oh yes ...
I know it can be fun to have doors move by themselves, have voices whispering just beyond your hearing, have taps and knocks, and things move .. except knives being thrown of course, which does happen ... people thrive on the fascination of the unseen. They 'must' ghost hunt. It begins as an entertaining experience, and ends up an obsession .. and why? Because we fear death .. well, I don't, but lots of people do .. and 'need' to know for certain what happens after we die. But I'll tell you now, the ghosts don't know folks .. because their 'world' is a tiny bubble of repeating patterns that has NOTHING to do with what really happens when we leave these bodies and pass into healing.
Ghosts .. a ghost is the spirit of a person who has died, who has not crossed over - gone through the veil - down the tunnel - found his or her loved ones - returned to God - gone to Nirvana .. or whatever else way you want to describe it. No, a ghost is a mass of confused emotion, heading for furiously angry, who is starving for something they do not know where to find .. but there are touches of it, and glimpses of it, in the energy of living people .. so they feed on the living, and the living suffer because of it. Oh yes, Fred .. that means you. You think ghosts are fun .. I know they are trouble waiting to happen. You love the cupboard door opening when no one is there .. used to scare the hell out of me as a kid. Doesn't now, but if a cupboard door opens without a reason I'll be checking the house and making sure whomever it is is going into healing quick smart. So they tend to stay closed.
Ghosts .. there are no neutral ghosts. There is no such thing as a ghost just 'hanging around' that isn't feeding from the living. And here is where the trouble starts .. because people want the fun without having to pay for it .. and you don't change that attitude when you are dead. We all love freebies, and until we pass into Healing, we will accept handouts whenever they are offered .. and a living person who lets a ghost hang around the house longer than the 10 minutes it takes to recognise them and get them into healing, is giving the ghost a freebie of their energy.
Why is this a problem .. because they do not take the excess energy we produce every day. No, they take our core energy, our soul energy, if you like. And the more you lose of that, as its slow to replenish, the sicker a living person can become .. mind, body and spirit. Mental illness can be one of the symptoms of perpetual hauntings, schizoprenia comes in two forms .. the voices in your head could be your over active ego, or they could be entities attaching to your energy. We can remove the latter, but can't do much about the former .. but there is medication nowadays .. thank goodness.
Life force energy powers everything we do, and we need all of our own. We were not designed to give that away .. or worse, have it taken .. because it is stolen from us in haunting situations ... who has ever had a ghost walk through them, and come away tired, drained and very, very cold. Oh heck yeah .. I can hear the guy, a few months ago, who couldn't wait to meet a demon 'just for the experience'. I pray for him, that he never will. I feel the same way about ghosts. We don't need this to happen. We shouldn't be looking for it .. and yet we do.
I admit to being a hypocrit, but only because I actually know how to protect myself psychicly. I help out in a couple of Investigation groups from time to time. It's fun to visit a haunted house and watch people's reactions to the odd things that happen .. like the glass that went in big circles on the table .. and I love orb photos .. but I go to those groups because I also know how to protect the people in them .. so that they can go home safely after the experience .. not 'wearing' anyone. So there is method in my madness .. but how about yours?
The open door policy is what some people have on their homes, when they invite in ghosts, when they don't protect themselves before going into haunted locations, when they allow ghosts to hang around, after they know they are haunted. It's like a sign that the gypsies, and 'travellers in Australia, used to leave on the fence of a house where the living folk were prepared to feed them, in exchange for work, or not. Once the door is 'open' its very hard to close. And if a person is in two minds about ghosts, like the neutral ghost person, ghosts will take advantage of that double-mindedness and keep on dropping in, disrupting the family, stealing their energy, and making the sane insane, the sick sicker and the depressed even more depressed. And we call that fun?
The open door policy also applies to our energy. Some people invite ghosts into their energy for a chat. They 'like the company' of a voice in their heads that is not their own. They might have done this when they were very young, or it might have been thrust upon them in a moment of weakness, but the more willing they are for it to happen, and the longer it remains, the harder it is to UNDO what has been done. In a metaphysical sense, a symbol has been drawn on the fencepost of their energy (the aura) that allows access to anything .. and I mean anything .. that happens to be floating around. And then they come searching out people like me, trying to get help for the problems they have created .. and get upset when we cannot problem solve for them .. because something inside them wants the situation to remain the way it is .. otherwise change would happen.
How can I say that!!!!!! They are not responsible for what is happening. It is being done TO them, not by them .. and yet ... who was it that invited the ghost in in the first place, or the first ghost, and now they are inhabited by many? I have heard this story many times over the years, and my answer is always the same. Change. You have to change. You have to change your energy, make your aura uninhabitable. Deal with the issues that invited the ghosts in in the first place. Release them. Love yourself, love God/Spirit. Ask for help. Stop saying yes when you should be saying no. Don't tell me you 'can't' because can't means 'I won't try'. Yes, its going to be hard, it takes time, energy and work. There are no freebies here. Everything happens for a reason .. its not just a bunch of words hung together, its the truth. Learn the reason, release the patterns, and let the negative stuff go.
What's the other solution. Learn from other people's mistakes and don't get into situations like this in the first place.
I have been in this industry for over 20 years and talking about ghosts, demons and hauntings for more than that time. Some people will never be haunted, and some people will never escape it .. it all comes down to us. We choose our reality. And we can choose to change.
In Love & Peace
Ama
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Monday, June 20, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Trust
Today is Monday, the first day of the rest of my life, and what am I doing with it? Washing. Ok, its not something profound, but at least its getting stuff clean. After that I might sort out the top of my desk, since decluttering your desk is as good as decluttering your head, according to an email that arrived in my inbox yesterday. I read it, then glanced around, and then hit the delete key. Maybe tomorrow. Today is tomorrow.
Back to the washing, which may not be hung out because the stuff from a few days ago is still on the line. It rains in Victoria. It rains a lot. A couple of years ago, just before I moved down here, there was a major, horrible, fire, that swept very close to this house (in relative terms), and my partner gave me weather reports (temp 47C, windspeed 100kms ph) from the top of the roof, where he was standing keeping an eye on what the fire was doing. Too many people died. In moments like that what do you do? Pray? I did.
A few days ago we took a drive through the region the fire had charred black. The trees have regenerated in their mad leafy patterns (all up the trunks, so few branches), but the undergrowth is still working hard to restore itself, and the tree ferns, in some areas, remain absent. During that time period there had been little to no rain, nor in Armidale NSW where I was living at the time, and now .. we have too much. When you look at that from a metaphysical point of view, what do you see? That those who are strong in their foundations can restore themselves, and those who are frail will fall? Some of the biggest and most beautiful trees did not recover, and the ferns are rampant in many areas .. so it doesn't matter how big or small you are .. what matters is what is happening underneath, inside you, in the quiet hidden places where your soul abides.
Australia is a land of extremes. There's no point in complaining about floods after long droughts .. this is Australia. So many people move here, or escape here, because we ARE the lucky country. We are governed by a bunch of lunatics who spend more time fighting than getting anything done, but at least they are not shooting at us when we protest their madness in the streets. Most of us have enough to eat, or more than enough, in some cases. Most of us have a safe place to sleep at night .. particularly now that its freezing cold, and there are many people out there trying to help those who don't .. who often don't want to be helped, or don't trust those trying to stretch out their hand in friendship, rather than a slap. They should not be expecting the slap ...
This blog started out with the thoughts about Trust. Who do you trust? Can you list the people on a page, a notepad, a stamp, on your fingers? Is God included in the list? That question comes up as I am discussing God, or gods, on another site, with folks that focus on communication with the dead, undead, and other unlikely givers of good cheer. God doesn't seem to fit anywhere with most of them. Mention the word and they go scampering away. And you know something, I don't blame them. Given the labels that 'God' now wears, I would run too. LOL If I saw God the way they do.
How do you trust something you cannot see? Good question. I had to stop and think about it for a moment, and then I remembered the sunrise, since we are now waking up in the dark. The sun comes up in the morning, we might not acknowledge that we do - but we trust that it will. Because we still get out of bed and get on with the day, and really don't notice the sunrise, unless its spectacular. I suppose it would be easier to trust God if he (she) stood up before us and did miracles? But why? It could only be slight of hand. Here's another example. Jump in your car and go for a drive. Make it on the freeway where some fool swoops around you and crosses 4 lanes in front of you (its happened), at 120kms an hour in a 100 zone .. I've driven through a deluge of rain on a London freeway, changing lanes constantly with cars that I couldn't see .. all I could see was the waves of water shooting skywards from their tyres .. and mine .. and we were doing 140kms. Even now my mind boggles. Between that and driving taxies for 2 years, I won't be frightened of driving again. Who did I trust then? Me, the other drivers? How about God? Was I praying then too .. you bet I was. Why was I travelling at that speed? Because there was nowhere to stop on the freeway, and everyone else was, and you had to keep up or be run over, and you had to change lanes regularly because the road to London kept changing all the time. Great analogy for life. It is not a regular straight, constant, safe, sensible, line. It weaves and dodges, and you have to learn to weave and dodge too.
So who do you trust? What the heck has God done to deserve it? That one hurts. If you go by the Old Testament trusting God is like playing Russian Roulette (with the gun). You have to love, honour and obey .. because if you don't, 'he' might smite you .. only no one has been smited (smit? smitted?) that we know of, in the past 2000+ years. So did we change Gods?
Interesting thought .. for a theology nut like me, but probably not for you .. so in brief terms, yes it appears we did. The old god in the Old Testament is called Jehovah, in the New Testament, Jesus called out from the cross to EL. If he had wanted Jehovah, I think he would have used his name quite clearly, given the circumstances.
The new God can be trusted to love us unconditionally, truly, deeply, madly (but not insanely). :-) The other thing you can trust is that s/he won't interfere in your life, one way or another. That's the gift of free will, the right to choose whatever path you want. You won't have to watch your back for lightning strikes, only bad behaviour by living humans, and some other nasty beings. That's their free will too. And what do you have to do in return for this love.
"Love one another as I have loved you". I know, in today's world, its a big ask .. but it can be a life-changing one. And all of us could use a little change once in a while.
What do you want to do - remain in a state of pain, or reach out to the hands reaching down to you and saying 'I love you'.
The most abused words in the english language, actually means we are alive and free, when we choose ....
"Your mission, if you choose to accept it ...................................................................."
Love & Peace,
Ama
Back to the washing, which may not be hung out because the stuff from a few days ago is still on the line. It rains in Victoria. It rains a lot. A couple of years ago, just before I moved down here, there was a major, horrible, fire, that swept very close to this house (in relative terms), and my partner gave me weather reports (temp 47C, windspeed 100kms ph) from the top of the roof, where he was standing keeping an eye on what the fire was doing. Too many people died. In moments like that what do you do? Pray? I did.
A few days ago we took a drive through the region the fire had charred black. The trees have regenerated in their mad leafy patterns (all up the trunks, so few branches), but the undergrowth is still working hard to restore itself, and the tree ferns, in some areas, remain absent. During that time period there had been little to no rain, nor in Armidale NSW where I was living at the time, and now .. we have too much. When you look at that from a metaphysical point of view, what do you see? That those who are strong in their foundations can restore themselves, and those who are frail will fall? Some of the biggest and most beautiful trees did not recover, and the ferns are rampant in many areas .. so it doesn't matter how big or small you are .. what matters is what is happening underneath, inside you, in the quiet hidden places where your soul abides.
Australia is a land of extremes. There's no point in complaining about floods after long droughts .. this is Australia. So many people move here, or escape here, because we ARE the lucky country. We are governed by a bunch of lunatics who spend more time fighting than getting anything done, but at least they are not shooting at us when we protest their madness in the streets. Most of us have enough to eat, or more than enough, in some cases. Most of us have a safe place to sleep at night .. particularly now that its freezing cold, and there are many people out there trying to help those who don't .. who often don't want to be helped, or don't trust those trying to stretch out their hand in friendship, rather than a slap. They should not be expecting the slap ...
This blog started out with the thoughts about Trust. Who do you trust? Can you list the people on a page, a notepad, a stamp, on your fingers? Is God included in the list? That question comes up as I am discussing God, or gods, on another site, with folks that focus on communication with the dead, undead, and other unlikely givers of good cheer. God doesn't seem to fit anywhere with most of them. Mention the word and they go scampering away. And you know something, I don't blame them. Given the labels that 'God' now wears, I would run too. LOL If I saw God the way they do.
How do you trust something you cannot see? Good question. I had to stop and think about it for a moment, and then I remembered the sunrise, since we are now waking up in the dark. The sun comes up in the morning, we might not acknowledge that we do - but we trust that it will. Because we still get out of bed and get on with the day, and really don't notice the sunrise, unless its spectacular. I suppose it would be easier to trust God if he (she) stood up before us and did miracles? But why? It could only be slight of hand. Here's another example. Jump in your car and go for a drive. Make it on the freeway where some fool swoops around you and crosses 4 lanes in front of you (its happened), at 120kms an hour in a 100 zone .. I've driven through a deluge of rain on a London freeway, changing lanes constantly with cars that I couldn't see .. all I could see was the waves of water shooting skywards from their tyres .. and mine .. and we were doing 140kms. Even now my mind boggles. Between that and driving taxies for 2 years, I won't be frightened of driving again. Who did I trust then? Me, the other drivers? How about God? Was I praying then too .. you bet I was. Why was I travelling at that speed? Because there was nowhere to stop on the freeway, and everyone else was, and you had to keep up or be run over, and you had to change lanes regularly because the road to London kept changing all the time. Great analogy for life. It is not a regular straight, constant, safe, sensible, line. It weaves and dodges, and you have to learn to weave and dodge too.
So who do you trust? What the heck has God done to deserve it? That one hurts. If you go by the Old Testament trusting God is like playing Russian Roulette (with the gun). You have to love, honour and obey .. because if you don't, 'he' might smite you .. only no one has been smited (smit? smitted?) that we know of, in the past 2000+ years. So did we change Gods?
Interesting thought .. for a theology nut like me, but probably not for you .. so in brief terms, yes it appears we did. The old god in the Old Testament is called Jehovah, in the New Testament, Jesus called out from the cross to EL. If he had wanted Jehovah, I think he would have used his name quite clearly, given the circumstances.
The new God can be trusted to love us unconditionally, truly, deeply, madly (but not insanely). :-) The other thing you can trust is that s/he won't interfere in your life, one way or another. That's the gift of free will, the right to choose whatever path you want. You won't have to watch your back for lightning strikes, only bad behaviour by living humans, and some other nasty beings. That's their free will too. And what do you have to do in return for this love.
"Love one another as I have loved you". I know, in today's world, its a big ask .. but it can be a life-changing one. And all of us could use a little change once in a while.
What do you want to do - remain in a state of pain, or reach out to the hands reaching down to you and saying 'I love you'.
The most abused words in the english language, actually means we are alive and free, when we choose ....
"Your mission, if you choose to accept it ...................................................................."
Love & Peace,
Ama
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Hello again
Hello everyone,
It seems rather appropriate to say hello again, after being away so long .. and where have I been? I've been on a long and complicated journey through bowel cancer and kidney stones .. they happened within 2 weeks of each other, so that I couldn't separate the pain of the operation for the 'removal of the site of the polyp - just in case' from the stones that were stirred up by filling me to bloating point with saline (some 6 bags full), which some bright spark decided would be a good idea a couple of days after the operation.
We shall draw a veil over the first hospital experience, and instead commend the nurses, and doctors, at the second hospital called Casey, where I was admitted for the procedure to remove the kidney stones .. all 8 of the stones were 'made of a substance we do not recognise, so we've sent them away for testing'. They've never told me what they were, but right now I don't care. I am just very relieved the whole experience is over and I am well on the mend, to the point of gardening again, and carrying clothes baskets down to the line to hang the washing out.
So hello! I've learned a lot about myself since the couple of weeks before the operation on the 3rd March. I've learned some good things, and some not so good. I've learned what I fear, not cancer, not death or dying, no, my strongest fear was that the pain would never stop. Hmm .. turns out I'm a bit of a control freak .. an undercover one. LOL I chose one heck of a way to learn it for certain. I am laughing at myself now.
Hello, hello .. the radio is back on. And I'm back at 'work', in a spiritual sense. Seems I'm going to be starting a 'church' .. well, a something anyway. The word church is synonymous with people running away in fright. I want them to run towards God/Spirit, not away. The Love is there. We only have to reach out and touch it ...
Love & Joy,
Ama
It seems rather appropriate to say hello again, after being away so long .. and where have I been? I've been on a long and complicated journey through bowel cancer and kidney stones .. they happened within 2 weeks of each other, so that I couldn't separate the pain of the operation for the 'removal of the site of the polyp - just in case' from the stones that were stirred up by filling me to bloating point with saline (some 6 bags full), which some bright spark decided would be a good idea a couple of days after the operation.
We shall draw a veil over the first hospital experience, and instead commend the nurses, and doctors, at the second hospital called Casey, where I was admitted for the procedure to remove the kidney stones .. all 8 of the stones were 'made of a substance we do not recognise, so we've sent them away for testing'. They've never told me what they were, but right now I don't care. I am just very relieved the whole experience is over and I am well on the mend, to the point of gardening again, and carrying clothes baskets down to the line to hang the washing out.
So hello! I've learned a lot about myself since the couple of weeks before the operation on the 3rd March. I've learned some good things, and some not so good. I've learned what I fear, not cancer, not death or dying, no, my strongest fear was that the pain would never stop. Hmm .. turns out I'm a bit of a control freak .. an undercover one. LOL I chose one heck of a way to learn it for certain. I am laughing at myself now.
Hello, hello .. the radio is back on. And I'm back at 'work', in a spiritual sense. Seems I'm going to be starting a 'church' .. well, a something anyway. The word church is synonymous with people running away in fright. I want them to run towards God/Spirit, not away. The Love is there. We only have to reach out and touch it ...
Love & Joy,
Ama
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Focus on love
Good afternoon everyone,
The plan to write every day has not eventuated, but at least I'm thinking about my two blogs a lot of the time, so I write as often as I can. You'll have to bear with me as life swings and sways. Patience is a life lesson, but love is always the key.
Speaking of Love .. and I came intending to speak of Love .. I have been doing a little bible reading over the past few days. I get directed by Spirit, from time to time, to dip in .. and this time my toes hit the water in Corinthians - a very complicated letter from Paul to the Corinthian church .. issues lots of instructions, and slaps on the wrist for bad behaviour. Would that we could have someone watching over us, as Paul did with all his churches? And he wasn't the bad man he seems to be, for many of those books in the Bible attributed to him were not actually written by him. Do a little research on the subject .. it's very interesting.
Back to love.
Corinthians 13:4-13 if you know it, you will smile .. if you don't read on.
"Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoin wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the paritial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love."
Love - the first, last and only thing we should focus on. Love, the emotion we need most and value least. The first thing forgotten in our hunt for self-protection, for self-worth and self-knowledge. We are no longer taught to 'love our neighbours as ourselves' because most of us don't love ourselves in the first place, so how can we possibly know how to love others in the second? Love - the placing of another's happiness before our own. The honouring of our commitments, and promises; the honouring of truth between us. It all goes flying out the door when we are threatened in our 'secure' positions .. but they are not so secure really, because when we are challenged, suddenly they topple and the fall is what injures us, our pride, our egos. How foolish we have all become. I guess we have not put an end to childish ways.
Lucky for us that LOVE never ends, the love of God/Spirit for all of its creations - its that lovely stuff called 'unconditional'. It is what binds the atoms, that you think of as your bones, together, that keeps the flesh on you, your heart in the right place, your brain functioning. Funny how focused we are on our bodies, when its our spirits that are our true selves.
Have you fed your spirit today? Have you done something good for someone else? Have you listened to beautiful music? Have you read something that makes your heart sing? Have you said 'I love you' to someone who hasn't heard it for a long time. Can you do it for someone you are mad at? Can you climb down from your high pillar, touch your toes onto the earth, and allow yourself to feel 'unsafe' in our confusing world? And all in the name of love.
As the angels say to us all "WE LOVE YOU"
Love & Light
Ama
The plan to write every day has not eventuated, but at least I'm thinking about my two blogs a lot of the time, so I write as often as I can. You'll have to bear with me as life swings and sways. Patience is a life lesson, but love is always the key.
Speaking of Love .. and I came intending to speak of Love .. I have been doing a little bible reading over the past few days. I get directed by Spirit, from time to time, to dip in .. and this time my toes hit the water in Corinthians - a very complicated letter from Paul to the Corinthian church .. issues lots of instructions, and slaps on the wrist for bad behaviour. Would that we could have someone watching over us, as Paul did with all his churches? And he wasn't the bad man he seems to be, for many of those books in the Bible attributed to him were not actually written by him. Do a little research on the subject .. it's very interesting.
Back to love.
Corinthians 13:4-13 if you know it, you will smile .. if you don't read on.
"Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoin wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the paritial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love."
Love - the first, last and only thing we should focus on. Love, the emotion we need most and value least. The first thing forgotten in our hunt for self-protection, for self-worth and self-knowledge. We are no longer taught to 'love our neighbours as ourselves' because most of us don't love ourselves in the first place, so how can we possibly know how to love others in the second? Love - the placing of another's happiness before our own. The honouring of our commitments, and promises; the honouring of truth between us. It all goes flying out the door when we are threatened in our 'secure' positions .. but they are not so secure really, because when we are challenged, suddenly they topple and the fall is what injures us, our pride, our egos. How foolish we have all become. I guess we have not put an end to childish ways.
Lucky for us that LOVE never ends, the love of God/Spirit for all of its creations - its that lovely stuff called 'unconditional'. It is what binds the atoms, that you think of as your bones, together, that keeps the flesh on you, your heart in the right place, your brain functioning. Funny how focused we are on our bodies, when its our spirits that are our true selves.
Have you fed your spirit today? Have you done something good for someone else? Have you listened to beautiful music? Have you read something that makes your heart sing? Have you said 'I love you' to someone who hasn't heard it for a long time. Can you do it for someone you are mad at? Can you climb down from your high pillar, touch your toes onto the earth, and allow yourself to feel 'unsafe' in our confusing world? And all in the name of love.
As the angels say to us all "WE LOVE YOU"
Love & Light
Ama
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The power of words
Ok, this one has really got me cranky, so you'll have to forgive that its not going to be a light of fluffy post.
Let's start with the appalling tragedy of the floods in Queensland - so many people have died, so many lives disrupted, people still lost, hearts broken, minds disarrayed. Oh, most will recover, and buildings can be repaired, but the spirit is harder to lift .. particularly when the media is busy helping everyone feel miserable.
Ah the media. Tell me something .. why is it so important to focus on all the truly unhappy things that are happening? Where are the hero stories? Where are the people who are making the best of the situation? Oh, I know you mention them in passing .. but your questions for the people that you interview "tell us all about how deadly the water was as it swept towards you?" "how terrified were you as you watched it come to sweep you (your house) away?" How deadly, how terrified, how horrible, how much you will suffer ... can't you think of anything else but playing up the disaster for the entertainment of the voyeurs avidly watching the tv from the safety of their couches? Oh I know the ratings are important, they protect your jobs, but who protects the hearts and minds of those people who cannot help, and those waiting for disaster to strike .. who turn and walk away from the tv in disgust because 'once again' you highlight the negative and ignore the positive.
Examples: yesterday, the lady with the esoteric healing centre .. her building had not been flooded yet, but you obviously didn't know that when you pointed to the shops half buried in water and asked her to 'point out which one was hers'. The camera followed her pointing finger, to the house perched above the waves .. and you dropped her like a hot potato .. admittedly it was to reconnect to an update from the premier, or someone .. but the cut was too soon and it was obvious the woman was not of interest to you .. unless she was part of the tragedy.
And then this morning: the police are asking people to stay off the roads and rivers. So why did the news reporter say, when talking about the gawkers on the bridge driving by 'slowly', 'straining' to see what was happening in the water (with the jetskiers?), "this is what the police want .... pause ... not to happen". The 'not to happen' was said in a much quieter voice. What message did I get from that .. give me more rubbish to report? Come out and block the roads ...
Believe me, I am watching. I drop in from time to time to get updates on the water levels and listen to Anna Bligh and Julia Gillard telling us what they are doing for the state, and I'm proud of them, and everyone else who is trying to help, on any level .. but when it switches back to the media fluffing and fumbling over fill-in words, awaiting the next dramatic event to report, the tv goes OFF, again.
Do you know what you are doing with your words? Not just the media, but you, me and everyone. Do you know the amount of heartache and pain you cause yourself and others with your unguarded tongue. Spirit gave most people a filter between their thoughts and their mouths .. when did you choose to switch yours off?
Stop and think about what you say. Your words, every single one of them, have the power to change the world. The Buddha said "with our thoughts we create the world" .. well .. what sort of world are you creating when you let those stray, nasty, thoughtless, harmful words out your mouth without thinking about the damage they might do?
With our thoughts we create the world .. when we so desperately need peace, healing and safety we focus on pain, fear and negativity. Is humanity worth saving?
Hmm.. where is Noah?
Love & Light
Ama
Let's start with the appalling tragedy of the floods in Queensland - so many people have died, so many lives disrupted, people still lost, hearts broken, minds disarrayed. Oh, most will recover, and buildings can be repaired, but the spirit is harder to lift .. particularly when the media is busy helping everyone feel miserable.
Ah the media. Tell me something .. why is it so important to focus on all the truly unhappy things that are happening? Where are the hero stories? Where are the people who are making the best of the situation? Oh, I know you mention them in passing .. but your questions for the people that you interview "tell us all about how deadly the water was as it swept towards you?" "how terrified were you as you watched it come to sweep you (your house) away?" How deadly, how terrified, how horrible, how much you will suffer ... can't you think of anything else but playing up the disaster for the entertainment of the voyeurs avidly watching the tv from the safety of their couches? Oh I know the ratings are important, they protect your jobs, but who protects the hearts and minds of those people who cannot help, and those waiting for disaster to strike .. who turn and walk away from the tv in disgust because 'once again' you highlight the negative and ignore the positive.
Examples: yesterday, the lady with the esoteric healing centre .. her building had not been flooded yet, but you obviously didn't know that when you pointed to the shops half buried in water and asked her to 'point out which one was hers'. The camera followed her pointing finger, to the house perched above the waves .. and you dropped her like a hot potato .. admittedly it was to reconnect to an update from the premier, or someone .. but the cut was too soon and it was obvious the woman was not of interest to you .. unless she was part of the tragedy.
And then this morning: the police are asking people to stay off the roads and rivers. So why did the news reporter say, when talking about the gawkers on the bridge driving by 'slowly', 'straining' to see what was happening in the water (with the jetskiers?), "this is what the police want .... pause ... not to happen". The 'not to happen' was said in a much quieter voice. What message did I get from that .. give me more rubbish to report? Come out and block the roads ...
Believe me, I am watching. I drop in from time to time to get updates on the water levels and listen to Anna Bligh and Julia Gillard telling us what they are doing for the state, and I'm proud of them, and everyone else who is trying to help, on any level .. but when it switches back to the media fluffing and fumbling over fill-in words, awaiting the next dramatic event to report, the tv goes OFF, again.
Do you know what you are doing with your words? Not just the media, but you, me and everyone. Do you know the amount of heartache and pain you cause yourself and others with your unguarded tongue. Spirit gave most people a filter between their thoughts and their mouths .. when did you choose to switch yours off?
Stop and think about what you say. Your words, every single one of them, have the power to change the world. The Buddha said "with our thoughts we create the world" .. well .. what sort of world are you creating when you let those stray, nasty, thoughtless, harmful words out your mouth without thinking about the damage they might do?
With our thoughts we create the world .. when we so desperately need peace, healing and safety we focus on pain, fear and negativity. Is humanity worth saving?
Hmm.. where is Noah?
Love & Light
Ama
Friday, March 12, 2010
Incarnate Angel
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It is coming to my attention lately, that every man and his puppy is being called an incarnate angel, which is not true. This is kind of frustrating because the information supplied with the comment is usually not very accurate. So I thought I would give you folks something to think about, before you decide to glory in the fact that you are angel on earth.
Every Earth Angel, or incarnate angel, is fallen. That means you were a demon before you became human. It means you were redeemed by God/Spirit after being a demon, because you saw enough of the Light, in your dark trap, to turn back towards Love and ask for help. No matter how loving and kind you are now, you have been everything that isn't loving, or kind.
When I first learned about the path of the Fallen I was hurt and shocked. How could anyone possibly find themselves in there, wouldn't you feel lost, lonely and guilty? The bible says there is no redemption for the fallen .. and yet ..
One thing stands out over the top of everything else ...
God loves us. It doesnt' matter which God you choose to follow, for in the end we are all one and the same. God loves all its creations. ALL OF THEM. And yes, God helped us create ourselves.
When the angels were created they were made to be servants, just servants. They had no free will, no power of choice, but only programming - much like the robots we are trying to create for ourselves these days. They did what they were created for - and truthfully, they still do.
There was a moment there when one of the angels was given free will. It became 'more aware', and more aware means the capacity to connect all the life events, if you could call it a life, and make the quantum leap out of repeating pattern of behaviour and find something more. Well the more led to questions, and questions led to ego .. and if you want to read the story you'll find it on my webpages under Love Song of the Universe, because it is a story about love - ok, quick link. http://www.heirarchyofheaven.com/LoveSongoftheUniverse/Contents.html
It is a story about the greatest love of all, God's for all of its creations. But I am repeating myself - an angel habit I guess. LOL
I want you to remember, when you want to feel important because you are an angel, that first you had the feet of clay, the claws that rend, that capacity to hate which was like breathing to you. Remember it when you want to lash out in pain, that your energy affects everyone around you, far more than the humans whose bodies you strive to live in. They don't quite fit, do they? Well, as demons you wanted to have what the humans have, and as humans you want to be angels? No, thank you. I would rather be the link between the two - a Child of Illumination, which is the name of the angel who first fell - Samael, the angel of Illumination. Spirit calls them Children of Light. Do you see the connection?
Samael was created to bring illumination, knowledge and wisdom, to humanity. She just did it in a very strange way.
How do you help others?
Love & Light
Ama
It is coming to my attention lately, that every man and his puppy is being called an incarnate angel, which is not true. This is kind of frustrating because the information supplied with the comment is usually not very accurate. So I thought I would give you folks something to think about, before you decide to glory in the fact that you are angel on earth.
Every Earth Angel, or incarnate angel, is fallen. That means you were a demon before you became human. It means you were redeemed by God/Spirit after being a demon, because you saw enough of the Light, in your dark trap, to turn back towards Love and ask for help. No matter how loving and kind you are now, you have been everything that isn't loving, or kind.
When I first learned about the path of the Fallen I was hurt and shocked. How could anyone possibly find themselves in there, wouldn't you feel lost, lonely and guilty? The bible says there is no redemption for the fallen .. and yet ..
One thing stands out over the top of everything else ...
God loves us. It doesnt' matter which God you choose to follow, for in the end we are all one and the same. God loves all its creations. ALL OF THEM. And yes, God helped us create ourselves.
When the angels were created they were made to be servants, just servants. They had no free will, no power of choice, but only programming - much like the robots we are trying to create for ourselves these days. They did what they were created for - and truthfully, they still do.
There was a moment there when one of the angels was given free will. It became 'more aware', and more aware means the capacity to connect all the life events, if you could call it a life, and make the quantum leap out of repeating pattern of behaviour and find something more. Well the more led to questions, and questions led to ego .. and if you want to read the story you'll find it on my webpages under Love Song of the Universe, because it is a story about love - ok, quick link. http://www.heirarchyofheaven.com/LoveSongoftheUniverse/Contents.html
It is a story about the greatest love of all, God's for all of its creations. But I am repeating myself - an angel habit I guess. LOL
I want you to remember, when you want to feel important because you are an angel, that first you had the feet of clay, the claws that rend, that capacity to hate which was like breathing to you. Remember it when you want to lash out in pain, that your energy affects everyone around you, far more than the humans whose bodies you strive to live in. They don't quite fit, do they? Well, as demons you wanted to have what the humans have, and as humans you want to be angels? No, thank you. I would rather be the link between the two - a Child of Illumination, which is the name of the angel who first fell - Samael, the angel of Illumination. Spirit calls them Children of Light. Do you see the connection?
Samael was created to bring illumination, knowledge and wisdom, to humanity. She just did it in a very strange way.
How do you help others?
Love & Light
Ama
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Great Invocation
The Great Invocation
From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of men
Let Light descend on Earth.
From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into the hearts of men
May Christ return to Earth.
From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of men
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
From the centre which we call the race of men
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
Channelled by Alice A Bailey
From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of men
Let Light descend on Earth.
From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into the hearts of men
May Christ return to Earth.
From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of men
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
From the centre which we call the race of men
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
Channelled by Alice A Bailey
Friday, May 15, 2009
I believe in ...
I used not talk specifically about my personal beliefs in the creator being who watches over all of us. I used to try to keep the my writing non-religious, but over the years the power of Spirit/God in people's lives has been demonstrated to me in many beautiful and unexpected ways. So today I will tell you what I know and remember about the living 'God'. Working with your guides is not always easy. Sometimes they demand far more of you than you think you can give, but the truth is, they never ask more than they know you are capable of - keep that in mind when life suddenly seems a little impossible.
... a non-judgmental God ...
When I was about nine years old I was expelled from Sunday school for being disruptive. You see, I argued with the teacher about 'God' being frightening and judgmental. It was 'not what I remembered', as I told the teacher. The teacher, being a God fearing woman, wrote to my mother and asked her not to send me to the classes anymore. My mother obliged.
An event like that can be an earth-shattering … relief … to a nine year old, but as I grew up, I would come to wonder why I 'knew', and still know, that 'God' Loves, not hates or judges. I have spent much time, over many years, arguing with ministers since then, and have spent far more time looking for 'God' everywhere, until I learned to start looking within.
.... in the power of Christ to change the lives of people ...
I was on a variety of discussion lists on the internet, mostly spooky and I have had fun ghost-busting around the world from my chair (and still do), and talking to the fractured and unhappy people who end up meeting me through emails. we spend time putting their lives back together, and dissecting the weird and wonderful events they are experiencing. I sometimes think I do far more work on the internet than I do in the day-to-day business here in town. One of the things I frequently remind people about is that the Christ energy never left the world. Yes, Jesus the Christ was hung up on the cross, as a lot of Christians still feel today, but He came down again, and became a part of each of us, forever.
This is what They promised, Christ and God, that They would remain with us always, and They do. But we forget this - that each of us has a Divine Spark within us twinkling and glittering and just waiting to be reactivated into full and unconditional Love, no matter what we believe or don't believe.
... the gift of angels ...
The angels say "It is not important that humanity believe in us, because we believe in them", and they actively work at their faith in us, for they know that we too share the Creator's ability to 'make things', that moment of inspiration that creates something new. They inspire our faith in Spirit/God and make it greater. They love profoundly and unconditionally and ask us to do the same, and they provide the energy to step into their world and Believe.
So, I am not a God fearing human. As a teen I even spent quite a long time pretending that 'God' didn't exist, until I was so lost in my own sorrow that I went looking for help - the outward type wasn't working, and I had nowhere else to turn. Why do we wait so long, when help is only a moment away? I've told this part of the story countless times, and simply put, one night I laid down and walked out of my body and spent time with someone who looked a lot like a Hebrew Jesus in a time when I thought Jesus had blond hair and blue eyes (or so the bible teacher had told us, and the statues in the church???). The moment is captured in my mind and pops up at unexpected times to remind me that each of us is truly loved, even when all we see around us is despair. From that experience I learned that acceptance is one of the greatest gifts we can give to another person, and I found acceptance and peace there,enough to base my life on.
Out of darkness - Light.
It was more than 18 years later that the angels reminded me of their presence. During a time of great searching I was "collected" and reminded that I had agreed to work with them, for more lifetimes than this one. They showed me a different world, a work of light and energy, healing and hope, and asked me to help share their understanding with other people. The training started then, long nights of restless sleep, no dreams, just a sense of working very hard in different places around the world, and not in this world. Before I thought I was ready, they asked me to practise what I believe in - to bring my understandings of life into a world made small by fear and sadness. They still teach me and show me that different place that so many of us, Lightworkers, are working for, and they constantly remind me that Love is the only energy, and that fear is human created, and demon fostered, and that burying my head is no longer a solution when I think I am 'frightened of the dark'. I have grown to love my teachers, to find peace and challenge in their presence, and I miss them when they change and rejoice in their comings and goings. They have given me a 'brand new day', and they can do the same for everyone who asks. The Creator being created the angels before humanity, and gave them to all of us as a gift .. but that is an old story.
... in the power of Love ...
I have come to believe, and act on the understanding, that every person has the capacity to do great good from Love, rather than from the fear that our society wants to instil in us, and truthfully, that belief helps more people to heal than any amount of normal Counselling can do. Given the chance, most people would also act from that understanding, once they get past the 'fear' beliefs that are a part of each of us. In creating humanity, God turned him/herself outwards and asked simply that we experience every moment of our lives as new, that we take every opportunity to do good for others, as well as ourselves, and that we give the gift of what we have learned back to our family in Spirit, our collective consciousness. From there 'God' learns about him/herself. We know that 'God' is a being of many faces, many genders, and many understandings, for s/he created man in his/her image .. and so we have male and female and a multitude of different religions and beliefs. The core of those religions is based on Love, just the general application is different.
... in the gift of free will ...
The Creator gave free will to humanity, a huge and tremendous gift - one that caused a war in heaven, and angels to fall. When we practise our gift the angels rejoice, and when we make mistakes and offend ourselves, others and God, they are sad, but they do not punish us and neither does God. They simply ask us to try harder, to think more clearly, and to love more deeply, for that brings healing.
I believe that the current Earth changes, the shifting of human frequency, and the activation of spiritual growth in every person living is the signal for one of the most important times of humanity existence, when we can claim our heritage as Co-creators, and truly make a difference for our world. It is up to us to walk the path of the Spiritual Warrior, to learn to Love, to recognise what is true to us and what is important to the world, and to act on those Truths. We don't all share the same understandings, but that no longer matters, for if we will try, bridges will be built between 'peoples' and problems circumvented. Will you help?
Does it sound like a huge task? It is not. It begins within each of us, by choosing to make a difference and acting on that choice; by being honest with ourselves, and with everyone else; by looking for Love everywhere, and most particularly in times of pain; and by trusting in a Greater Good, if a Creator Protector is not something you are comfortable talking to. It is time for us to pull together, to stand up and be counted, and let our collective energy create healing for all of us. Every person who chooses to do this, even for a moment, adds tremendous energy to the changing world - and to undo what has been done by humanity takes a tremendous amount of energy.
When you search inside yourself for the 'something' that is missing - see if it is faith - Faith in yourself, in other people, or in God. That may well be your key to healing. It begins with "I believe in …"
Love & Light
Ama Nazra
... a non-judgmental God ...
When I was about nine years old I was expelled from Sunday school for being disruptive. You see, I argued with the teacher about 'God' being frightening and judgmental. It was 'not what I remembered', as I told the teacher. The teacher, being a God fearing woman, wrote to my mother and asked her not to send me to the classes anymore. My mother obliged.
An event like that can be an earth-shattering … relief … to a nine year old, but as I grew up, I would come to wonder why I 'knew', and still know, that 'God' Loves, not hates or judges. I have spent much time, over many years, arguing with ministers since then, and have spent far more time looking for 'God' everywhere, until I learned to start looking within.
.... in the power of Christ to change the lives of people ...
I was on a variety of discussion lists on the internet, mostly spooky and I have had fun ghost-busting around the world from my chair (and still do), and talking to the fractured and unhappy people who end up meeting me through emails. we spend time putting their lives back together, and dissecting the weird and wonderful events they are experiencing. I sometimes think I do far more work on the internet than I do in the day-to-day business here in town. One of the things I frequently remind people about is that the Christ energy never left the world. Yes, Jesus the Christ was hung up on the cross, as a lot of Christians still feel today, but He came down again, and became a part of each of us, forever.
This is what They promised, Christ and God, that They would remain with us always, and They do. But we forget this - that each of us has a Divine Spark within us twinkling and glittering and just waiting to be reactivated into full and unconditional Love, no matter what we believe or don't believe.
... the gift of angels ...
The angels say "It is not important that humanity believe in us, because we believe in them", and they actively work at their faith in us, for they know that we too share the Creator's ability to 'make things', that moment of inspiration that creates something new. They inspire our faith in Spirit/God and make it greater. They love profoundly and unconditionally and ask us to do the same, and they provide the energy to step into their world and Believe.
So, I am not a God fearing human. As a teen I even spent quite a long time pretending that 'God' didn't exist, until I was so lost in my own sorrow that I went looking for help - the outward type wasn't working, and I had nowhere else to turn. Why do we wait so long, when help is only a moment away? I've told this part of the story countless times, and simply put, one night I laid down and walked out of my body and spent time with someone who looked a lot like a Hebrew Jesus in a time when I thought Jesus had blond hair and blue eyes (or so the bible teacher had told us, and the statues in the church???). The moment is captured in my mind and pops up at unexpected times to remind me that each of us is truly loved, even when all we see around us is despair. From that experience I learned that acceptance is one of the greatest gifts we can give to another person, and I found acceptance and peace there,enough to base my life on.
Out of darkness - Light.
It was more than 18 years later that the angels reminded me of their presence. During a time of great searching I was "collected" and reminded that I had agreed to work with them, for more lifetimes than this one. They showed me a different world, a work of light and energy, healing and hope, and asked me to help share their understanding with other people. The training started then, long nights of restless sleep, no dreams, just a sense of working very hard in different places around the world, and not in this world. Before I thought I was ready, they asked me to practise what I believe in - to bring my understandings of life into a world made small by fear and sadness. They still teach me and show me that different place that so many of us, Lightworkers, are working for, and they constantly remind me that Love is the only energy, and that fear is human created, and demon fostered, and that burying my head is no longer a solution when I think I am 'frightened of the dark'. I have grown to love my teachers, to find peace and challenge in their presence, and I miss them when they change and rejoice in their comings and goings. They have given me a 'brand new day', and they can do the same for everyone who asks. The Creator being created the angels before humanity, and gave them to all of us as a gift .. but that is an old story.
... in the power of Love ...
I have come to believe, and act on the understanding, that every person has the capacity to do great good from Love, rather than from the fear that our society wants to instil in us, and truthfully, that belief helps more people to heal than any amount of normal Counselling can do. Given the chance, most people would also act from that understanding, once they get past the 'fear' beliefs that are a part of each of us. In creating humanity, God turned him/herself outwards and asked simply that we experience every moment of our lives as new, that we take every opportunity to do good for others, as well as ourselves, and that we give the gift of what we have learned back to our family in Spirit, our collective consciousness. From there 'God' learns about him/herself. We know that 'God' is a being of many faces, many genders, and many understandings, for s/he created man in his/her image .. and so we have male and female and a multitude of different religions and beliefs. The core of those religions is based on Love, just the general application is different.
... in the gift of free will ...
The Creator gave free will to humanity, a huge and tremendous gift - one that caused a war in heaven, and angels to fall. When we practise our gift the angels rejoice, and when we make mistakes and offend ourselves, others and God, they are sad, but they do not punish us and neither does God. They simply ask us to try harder, to think more clearly, and to love more deeply, for that brings healing.
I believe that the current Earth changes, the shifting of human frequency, and the activation of spiritual growth in every person living is the signal for one of the most important times of humanity existence, when we can claim our heritage as Co-creators, and truly make a difference for our world. It is up to us to walk the path of the Spiritual Warrior, to learn to Love, to recognise what is true to us and what is important to the world, and to act on those Truths. We don't all share the same understandings, but that no longer matters, for if we will try, bridges will be built between 'peoples' and problems circumvented. Will you help?
Does it sound like a huge task? It is not. It begins within each of us, by choosing to make a difference and acting on that choice; by being honest with ourselves, and with everyone else; by looking for Love everywhere, and most particularly in times of pain; and by trusting in a Greater Good, if a Creator Protector is not something you are comfortable talking to. It is time for us to pull together, to stand up and be counted, and let our collective energy create healing for all of us. Every person who chooses to do this, even for a moment, adds tremendous energy to the changing world - and to undo what has been done by humanity takes a tremendous amount of energy.
When you search inside yourself for the 'something' that is missing - see if it is faith - Faith in yourself, in other people, or in God. That may well be your key to healing. It begins with "I believe in …"
Love & Light
Ama Nazra
Faithfulness
It is interesting how the small things can matter so much in the long run. It is small things that we remember, small faults, when we are angry, and small kindnesses that can change our lives, and viewpoints, when we are happy or sad.
I wanted to spend a moment talking about a small and important part of my life. He 'returned to God' last Monday, went to sleep, went to the happy hunting ground, or simply died. He was a kind, gentle individual who had a habit of getting exactly what he wanted, anytime he wanted it, by demanding it, by 'head-butting' the adversary, until we provided what he wanted, whether it was food, or Reiki, or just company. His name is still Cinnamon, and he is still a living presence in my life, as he has been for the past 17 ½ years. He was the family's cat, but mostly my son's.
Cinnamon came into the family when Matt was 2 ½ and Tia was 7 months. I remember the day I bought him in a suburb in Adelaide, on the way to collecting my then husband from work. He was a small ball of grey fur, soft and fluffy. He came to me by climbing the wire cage wall and head-butting the cover until I opened it and let him out. That wall was a good three feet high. You could say he was telling me he was going home with us that day.
He climbed my ex's body onto his shoulder when he got into the car, saw Matt and adopted him. That was it. They went everywhere together after that, including being carried around by the neck, one day, when Matt was about four. Cinnamon put up with a lot over the years.
Cinnamon travelled from Adelaide, to Roxby Downs, to Invergowrie and finally to Armidale. He travelled well (at one point flying) and was always a grounding force in our household of many different cats. He would take any kittens born and 'train them right', gently and with wisdom. Once I found him in the basket keeping newborn kittens warm while their mother was getting a drink. He was just like that. In the end his faith in us kept him alive longer than necessary. Finally his kidneys failed, but he still trusted me when I took him on that last visit to the vet. I wish everyone such a faithful companion.
What can we learn from our Cinnamon experience - 'head-butting' works? ;-) He would come and sit beside me and head-butt my arm or side until I gave him Reiki, during which he would curl up in a circle and purr and purr. He was a presence in our lives, always walking me out to the car, always caring about me, and my family. He would garden with my mother, watch TV with Matt and Tia. He is very much missed. He trusted us to have his best interests at heart. He trusted us to feed him right, and give him whatever he needed, and often what he wanted. He trusted us because we are/were his family and we still are.
I think Cinnamon came into the family to teach us unconditional love. He was most un-catlike in his devotion to us. He accepted us for who we were.
On Tuesday morning I glanced sideways out the window and watched a grey cat step down the back stairs. I went to the door expecting Meg, my grey cat, but no one was there. There was not enough time for a cat to disappear. At 2.30am Wednesday morning a cat brushed by my legs, all soft fur, as I went back to bed. I looked down but no one was there. Like Lucy, the black cat in spirit who hangs around the Centre here, Cinnamon is still with us and seems happy in his role as watcher. The other cats at my house are not bothered by him, though they are sometimes bothered by other spooky visitors we sometimes get.
I hope I can be as faithful as Cinnamon has been for me. I work on it each day, learning to trust myself and offering that trust, and the faith it engenders, to everyone that I meet. Sometimes we meet others who do not yet trust, or have faith in themselves, but they are learning to. It is up to us to give ourselves, and others, time to do this.
Wishing you a wonderful day,
Ama Nazra
I wanted to spend a moment talking about a small and important part of my life. He 'returned to God' last Monday, went to sleep, went to the happy hunting ground, or simply died. He was a kind, gentle individual who had a habit of getting exactly what he wanted, anytime he wanted it, by demanding it, by 'head-butting' the adversary, until we provided what he wanted, whether it was food, or Reiki, or just company. His name is still Cinnamon, and he is still a living presence in my life, as he has been for the past 17 ½ years. He was the family's cat, but mostly my son's.
Cinnamon came into the family when Matt was 2 ½ and Tia was 7 months. I remember the day I bought him in a suburb in Adelaide, on the way to collecting my then husband from work. He was a small ball of grey fur, soft and fluffy. He came to me by climbing the wire cage wall and head-butting the cover until I opened it and let him out. That wall was a good three feet high. You could say he was telling me he was going home with us that day.
He climbed my ex's body onto his shoulder when he got into the car, saw Matt and adopted him. That was it. They went everywhere together after that, including being carried around by the neck, one day, when Matt was about four. Cinnamon put up with a lot over the years.
Cinnamon travelled from Adelaide, to Roxby Downs, to Invergowrie and finally to Armidale. He travelled well (at one point flying) and was always a grounding force in our household of many different cats. He would take any kittens born and 'train them right', gently and with wisdom. Once I found him in the basket keeping newborn kittens warm while their mother was getting a drink. He was just like that. In the end his faith in us kept him alive longer than necessary. Finally his kidneys failed, but he still trusted me when I took him on that last visit to the vet. I wish everyone such a faithful companion.
What can we learn from our Cinnamon experience - 'head-butting' works? ;-) He would come and sit beside me and head-butt my arm or side until I gave him Reiki, during which he would curl up in a circle and purr and purr. He was a presence in our lives, always walking me out to the car, always caring about me, and my family. He would garden with my mother, watch TV with Matt and Tia. He is very much missed. He trusted us to have his best interests at heart. He trusted us to feed him right, and give him whatever he needed, and often what he wanted. He trusted us because we are/were his family and we still are.
I think Cinnamon came into the family to teach us unconditional love. He was most un-catlike in his devotion to us. He accepted us for who we were.
On Tuesday morning I glanced sideways out the window and watched a grey cat step down the back stairs. I went to the door expecting Meg, my grey cat, but no one was there. There was not enough time for a cat to disappear. At 2.30am Wednesday morning a cat brushed by my legs, all soft fur, as I went back to bed. I looked down but no one was there. Like Lucy, the black cat in spirit who hangs around the Centre here, Cinnamon is still with us and seems happy in his role as watcher. The other cats at my house are not bothered by him, though they are sometimes bothered by other spooky visitors we sometimes get.
I hope I can be as faithful as Cinnamon has been for me. I work on it each day, learning to trust myself and offering that trust, and the faith it engenders, to everyone that I meet. Sometimes we meet others who do not yet trust, or have faith in themselves, but they are learning to. It is up to us to give ourselves, and others, time to do this.
Wishing you a wonderful day,
Ama Nazra
Monday, April 13, 2009
Faith
The last post I wrote here was many many days ago. I can't remember what got in the way .. oh yes, that blinking tiredness, and then my mother came to visit for a week .. lots of running around, lots of plans and conversations and more running around .. well I put her on the plane last wednesday morning and collected my daughter from the country train on thursday evening, and between times I cleaned house. Is it any wonder I am tired.
I wanted to talk about faith. I was just reading that journal I mentioned last month and the writer said 'if there is no God then we are all accidents, but then there is a God so we not'. That's faith for you. There is no logic involved at all.
Someone said that everyone has profound faith .. well, everyone that gets into a car, that is. We all get on to the roads and highways believing that everyone else will obey the road rules, at least to some greater degree that keeps them on the left of the road .. or on the right, for those folks who live anywhere but Oz and England. So faithfully we drive along until someone, or something, hits the car and unsettles us, or we have a stress attack, as a number of people I know have done, and stop driving. Necessity might drive them back into the car, or they could, like my mother, choose never to drive again. Did they lose faith? Yes, in themselves.
Faith in God is believing in something you cannot see. Why do I believe in so much stuff I can't see, can't touch with my hands, sneaks up behind me and gives me a fright? Still can't see it. The other day we had the 'smelly visitors', can't see them with my eyes open, still believe in the human spirit, in all its myriad of forms though. I could smell them? I didn't really even feel their presences until the smells arrived, but that is my own distraction. We are having fright nights around here at the moment. Tom said I was making funny noises in my sleep, and when he woke me and asked if I was ok I told him I was 'busy'. The last 'memory' of busy involved a dragon-kind very tall being and a very big sword. I told Tom to ask me questions after I wake up really early in the morning instead. He says he will. Now that is faith. He has faith in me not being a total nutcase. It is only me that wonders that of myself at times.
Where was I? Why do people believe in God? They have to have something bigger, stronger, wiser and more loving than themselves to cling to. Well that is my answer anyway. I doubt I will ever be a philospher. You know, if you stick the example out there people will still ignore it. Even if God turned up and slapped a few people in the face they would just turn their heads and go back to watching tv. Do you want to live in that sort of personal vaccum, or out here where the world is a little weird, far more challenging, and sometimes frightening. I know where I want to be.
Faith is the binding force that should draw people together, but 'faith' also tears them apart. Just look at the battles over the millenia between people of different 'faiths'. They don't have different faiths they have different beliefs. The trouble is that some of them, some of us, so as not to think we can isolate ourselves from the human race as a whole, want everyone to believe in the same thing. I wonder what God wants? Didn't s/he create all the different possibilities of beliefs? Didn't s/he open all of us to the opportunity of change? I know s/he did. It was in the complicated gift called Free Will.
Have to go and collect my daughter from the local railway station this time. She goes home tomorrow, I have faith then that I'll settle back into a bit more creative routine when she's home.
Have a great day,
Love & Light
Ama
4.55pm Monday
I wanted to talk about faith. I was just reading that journal I mentioned last month and the writer said 'if there is no God then we are all accidents, but then there is a God so we not'. That's faith for you. There is no logic involved at all.
Someone said that everyone has profound faith .. well, everyone that gets into a car, that is. We all get on to the roads and highways believing that everyone else will obey the road rules, at least to some greater degree that keeps them on the left of the road .. or on the right, for those folks who live anywhere but Oz and England. So faithfully we drive along until someone, or something, hits the car and unsettles us, or we have a stress attack, as a number of people I know have done, and stop driving. Necessity might drive them back into the car, or they could, like my mother, choose never to drive again. Did they lose faith? Yes, in themselves.
Faith in God is believing in something you cannot see. Why do I believe in so much stuff I can't see, can't touch with my hands, sneaks up behind me and gives me a fright? Still can't see it. The other day we had the 'smelly visitors', can't see them with my eyes open, still believe in the human spirit, in all its myriad of forms though. I could smell them? I didn't really even feel their presences until the smells arrived, but that is my own distraction. We are having fright nights around here at the moment. Tom said I was making funny noises in my sleep, and when he woke me and asked if I was ok I told him I was 'busy'. The last 'memory' of busy involved a dragon-kind very tall being and a very big sword. I told Tom to ask me questions after I wake up really early in the morning instead. He says he will. Now that is faith. He has faith in me not being a total nutcase. It is only me that wonders that of myself at times.
Where was I? Why do people believe in God? They have to have something bigger, stronger, wiser and more loving than themselves to cling to. Well that is my answer anyway. I doubt I will ever be a philospher. You know, if you stick the example out there people will still ignore it. Even if God turned up and slapped a few people in the face they would just turn their heads and go back to watching tv. Do you want to live in that sort of personal vaccum, or out here where the world is a little weird, far more challenging, and sometimes frightening. I know where I want to be.
Faith is the binding force that should draw people together, but 'faith' also tears them apart. Just look at the battles over the millenia between people of different 'faiths'. They don't have different faiths they have different beliefs. The trouble is that some of them, some of us, so as not to think we can isolate ourselves from the human race as a whole, want everyone to believe in the same thing. I wonder what God wants? Didn't s/he create all the different possibilities of beliefs? Didn't s/he open all of us to the opportunity of change? I know s/he did. It was in the complicated gift called Free Will.
Have to go and collect my daughter from the local railway station this time. She goes home tomorrow, I have faith then that I'll settle back into a bit more creative routine when she's home.
Have a great day,
Love & Light
Ama
4.55pm Monday
Friday, March 20, 2009
What are Sacred Gates?
It has always been interesting to me that I never wanted to have a blog before since I have been involved in most mediums on the internet, barring ebay which I still find repellant. But it seems, at this later date, 12 years after I started, I am going to keep an online diary for a while. I decided it has two tasks - one is to record my thoughts as I work through this lovely book called "The Purpose Driven Life" Journal. The title also includes "Reflections on what on Earth Am I Here For". My reflection is more "I know what I am here for, why the blazes aren't I doing it yet"? LOL The other is just to record daily thoughts I suppose, not sure yet.So let's begin with sacred gates .. well, you might know them as vortexes, they are the places in the energy of the world where heaven and earth touch, or hell and earth, and the truly interesting ones are where the three levels touch. You have to watch them, you never know which way the traffic might flow. They are called sacred because they belong to God. They all belong to God.
Let's cover another point while I am here. I want to call God God, you can can him/her/it anything you like, I really don't care, its all the same energy whatever name you give the creator entity - also whichever gender, though I prefer 'it' to s/he. It is an energy form, and right now you are reading 'it' while sitting in 'it' on a surface that is also 'it' .. and don't go all "A Course in Miracles" on me and say the chair is not there - you are right, it is not, but I decided it is and I'm keeping it that way. LOL
Back to Sacred Gates. I am a gatekeeper. I can control those gates. I can open them up, shut them down, create them and uncreate them. I can do it whether you want me to or not. And I do it because sometimes it really needs to be done. Stuff comes through from the nether regions that really doesn't need to be on earth, anytime, particularly now and particularly when it is hurting people. I am not the only one. I know lots of people who can do this, consciously or unconsciously. It's more fun on a conscious level. I call it 'playing in the energy'. The angels call 'living' playing. "Come and play, Ama", they say when they call me to work for them, for I have the free will they do not have, and I can make changes they are not allowed to create. I work for the Michael .. who are called Archangel Michael .. they are my friends. And no, they don't have wings, but that's another story.
I think I am all talked out for now. Have a great day, 'walk softly' as the Michael say.
We love you
Ama
posted 5.03pm
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