HUMANS TAKE NOTE
I saw this most heart warming story on Yahoo and thought I would share it with you.
Anzac, the baby joey kangaroo was orphaned at 5 months old. He was rescued in Victoria, Australia and put with Peggy the wombat. They say that every picture tells a story so I’m sure you’ll forgive me for letting the two pics below speak for themselves. I think you will agree that there are not enough words in the dictionary to do them justice.
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I blatantly stole this wonderful story from one of my facebook friends. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her?… He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.” He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.” Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard….
There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.”
Author: Unknown
This is the first time I have had a non-author as a guest writer on my blog. However, my latest guest nonetheless has a story to tell. She requested that I use a pseudonym as she wished to remain anonymous, therefore I will now hand you over to Mary.
A Visit From Rob
In the summer of 2007 my husband passed to Spirit. We had no children and I have no living relative so his loss really did mean the end of the life I had known. Overnight my companion, best friend, playmate and all the memories of 30 years disappeared and when it became apparent I could not expect any support from ‘close friends’, I plunged headfirst into a loneliness and despair from which I had little expectation of ever emerging again. My isolation was absolute. I received no communication from the outside world for months on end and as this state of misery persisted found I had little will or energy to try and change things. No one ever warns just how exhausting the process of deep grieving is.
Evenings seemed to get lonelier as time passed. To shorten them I went to bed earlier and earlier. But I could not sleep and the radio on low volume provided a level of companionable sound in an otherwise silent house. Whilst listening to a radio play one evening I became aware of the weight of a comforting arm around my shoulder and I lay for some while, completely still, scarcely breathing, lest the spell be broken. But the spell did break and the weight seemed to dissolve and, for once, I slept deeply.
For many days I considered what had happened. My heart said it was Rob but then I dismissed that idea as a fancy. I was unsettled. Eventually I got the idea to seek out a reputable medium. That interview was so comforting and uplifting that I started to attend my local Spiritualist Church regularly in the hope I would get more contact from my husband.
I waited two full years but no contact came. During that time I had got to know a few people at my local church and one evening one of them told me that I was waking on the stroke of 3 a.m each morning and that when this next happened I should rest on my elbows and make quite sure I was fully awake. I would then feel pressure on my leg. He could not say more except, that according to his Spirit Guide, I could expect something special.
On 28 October 2009 I awoke at 3am. Mindful of what had been said I sat up in bed. I was definitely awake. The room was dark and chilly. I pulled the duvet up around my bare shoulders and looked again at the time. Four minutes had passed. I lay still for a bit longer and then felt a gentle pressure on the outside of my right calf. I was stunned. Not knowing how to react I rolled over towards the centre of the bed and slid my hand under the other pillows and there to my amazement Rob appeared to be laying beside me but on top of the bedclothes. He was fully dressed in a sports jacket white shirt and golf club tie, navy trousers and highly polished shoes. He had his eyes shut and he looked beautiful. He had his usual outdoorsy tan but his skin had another quality, which I have no real means to describe to you. His skin had a silky, pearly quality as if subtly lit from within. The effect of this light reminded me of white under ultra violet light but a gentler effect and not so stark or glaring. All this was clearly visible during the small hours in an unlit room in late October.
We talked but I do not remember seeing his lips move or hearing any sound. It went thus:-
Me: What are you doing here ? Why have you come ?
Rob: I was sent.
Me: I am OK. You don’t need to worry about me.
Rob: I watched that film Ghost with you the other evening,
Me: Yes Patrick Swayze died of the same thing as you and they are showing his films.
Rob: I watched that other one with you too….Dirty something or other. Didn’t like it
Whilst we had this very mundane conversation Rob remained flat on his back whilst I was leaning on my elbow looking at him. Over his abdomen I could see Bessie, my dog, asleep in her basket. She had not stirred. I could see the time on the clock radio at the other side of the bed from mine. It was 3.20am. I could see the rest of the room clearly and in detail as if it was the middle of the afternoon.
Then Rob got up from the bed and walked around it towards the window. I made a note of his height against the cupboard door. He seemed to be looking at the curtain pole as if there was something wrong with it. The roller binds were pulled down. They are not blackout blinds and I observed that it appeared to be as daylight outside which enabled me to see his face and for the first time I saw him with his eyes open as he turned towards me and gave me a very loving smile which was full of support and understanding. Whilst I watched him he simply melted away.
I was now laying on my back having watched Rob walk around the bedroom until he departed. My clock said just 3.40am. The room had gone back to dark. I was aware of how smooth my hands felt. Rubbing them together I noticed they made no noise. They felt as if I had used the very best of hand creams. Then I realised my fingers and parts of my palms had the same light I had seen on Rob’s skin. It was all very overwhelming emotionally and I chose to sleep and think about it all in the morning.
On waking everything that I remembered seemed like a dream. It was as if the act of sleeping had altered my belief that all this had actually happened. Had I dreamt it all ? My first instinct was to get up and see what was wrong with the curtain pole and yes there was a mark just where Rob seemed to be looking. Then I arranged pillows to check the sight line to the dog and the other radio alarm. Yes that all checked out too. And his height against the cupboard door measured correctly. I needed a long walk to clear my mind.
On return I decided to speak to the medium who had for warned me. And yes he already knew from his Spirit Guide I had received my night visitor. I will add that neither before nor since this occurrence have I ever dreamt of Rob. I am told this is because I would choose to stay with him and not return to live out the rest of my life. What passes between us during my sleeping hours will never be remembered by me. Over two years after his visit and nearly five years after his passing I have never yet dreamt of him.
Mary
It was good to write an actual article the other day, it really did seem like it had been ages since my last one. However, there has been a reason for this. I felt that it was about time I released some new material, so I had the idea of four new paperbacks and two CD’s. The idea was that I would set about publishing my new writing project, Fragments Of Divinity (FOD), in three volumes, and also publish Angelic Wisdom Trilogy (AWT) in paperback form. Once the first volume of FOD had been published along with AWT, I would then set about revamping two of my CD’s so that they would be available on Amazon, and once that was done I would publish volumes two and three of FOD, simple! Unfortunately, nothing in life ever seems to be simple. It’s these projects that have kept me from writing blog posts, so here is an update of what’s going on.
As things stand, FOD has been published as an eBook on Smashwords, Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk and I am currently still awaiting delivery of the proof copy in paperback before giving the go-ahead for publishing. There have been a number of teething problems with the eBook on Amazon, that hopefully will be put to bed by the time Easter is out of the way. As far as AWT goes, I have taken receipt of two proof copies already, the second having arrived this morning, but I am still not happy with the layout and am now considering starting again from scratch with a blank template and then resubmitting. As opposed to tinkering with the current file and hoping that the issues resolve themselves. It’s for these reasons that I have been quiet; no blog posts because I’ve been busy on the two books, and no shout-outs for the two books because niggling little problems with both have prevented me from completing publication.
Thankfully I have plenty of time before my official launches (FOD June 12 and AWT July 3) to get things right. I also realised as I was putting FOD together that I didn’t even have enough material for two books, never mind three. So as things stand I haven’t had a chance yet to research the revamping of my CD’s. But I’m hoping to kick that off over the Easter period.
I got the idea for FOD from the books by Paramahansa Yogananda (1893-1952) that are issued by the Self Realization Fellowship in the US. Yogananda’s work was very extensive, but the fellowship have released a series of short booklets containing the condensed teachings of this wonderful yogi. So my idea for FOD is to release at least three, but probably more, blog style books of no more than 100-110 pages that tackle potentially complicated spiritual topics in an easy-to-read-and-understand way.
So, there you have it….. watch this space for future updates!
Today I welcome Author Darlene Jones to my blog, and she’s going to introduce her book to us.
EMBATTLED by Darlene Jones
A long time ago, I lived in Mali. Every single day, I wished I could wave a magic wand to relieve the heart wrenching poverty. My experiences there led to the writing of this story. Some aspects of EMBATTLED reflect my desire to wave that wand and make the world a better place—if only wishes could come true. And of course, every novel needs its love story, so along with the sci-fi magic, I’ve added the requisite romance.
Em’s life is taken over by “beings out there somewhere.”
a) the power to speak any language as soon as she hears it,
b) the ability to make people do whatever she says,
c) a shield to make her invincible.
a) her true identity,
b) her family or friends,
c) her job as a junior high school principal.
a) a sci-fi adventure story,
b) an action story,
c) a love story.
a) war,
b) war,
c) war.
d) All of the above.
With blood on her hands, strange words coming out of her mouth, and her face all over the media, Em knows that she did stop the jungle battle, storm into the armed courtroom, face and defeat the zealot soldiers. But, “working” for the powers controlling her, she is haunted with not knowing about or being connected to her own life. And, at some point she will have to decide which of her two lives are her true destiny.
Yves has his own set of problems as a rookie learning to be a Power, trying to communicate with Em, facing her doubts and questions as well as his own, and struggling to control the onslaught of emotions that arise from his association with humans. He risks losing his chance for advancement, his chance to free his people, even his life, by falling in love with Em.
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In December 2006 I approached my friend, and wonderful psychic artist, Patrick Andrews to do a spirit guide portrait for me. Patrick only needs a piece of handwriting, which he tunes into, in order to produce such a picture. As we live in different towns this was very convenient for me. I sent a piece of my handwriting through the post and waited for him to tell me it was ready for collection.The photo below was taken at Baba’s Maha Samadhi (click to enlarge). His ”dead” physical form can clearly be seen lying in state in the glass coffin. But if you look to the right of the picture you can also clearly see Baba walking past and in perfect health, about to exit the scene. All in a day’s work for the ”Divine Puppet Master”.
Over the last year or so my out of body experiences have been fleeting to say the least. I’ve had very few, and the ones I’ve had have been so uneventful that I have not felt the necessity to write about them. However, during the early hours of the morning of August 7 I experienced what I hope will be the tip of the iceberg of a new series of astral adventures…. oh how I’ve missed them.
I was aware of a very powerful energy around me as I lay in bed, and after a few moments I felt the familiar sensation of being lifted from my body and then travelling at speed through the darkness. I made a point of not trying to have a peek at my companion because I didn’t want to do anything that would hinder the experience [during the early years whenever I tried looking around to see who my companion was it automatically triggered a return to my body]. Over the years we seemed to overcome this problem, but nonetheless I wasn’t going to take any chances; after all, this was my first astral experience in a while and I wanted to enjoy it.
We continued to travel at a great speed for a short while, and then I felt myself slowing down. As we came to a halt there was a young girl waiting; she communicated by way of her smile. I acknowledged her, and within a split second I was back in my body. I was disappointed that my first astral journey for some months had ended so quickly but at the same time I was very grateful for having had the experience.
I saw this quoted by someone on Twitter earlier today, and it does kind of make you wonder what moves people to do the things they do. For me it just about summed up how people in differnet parts of the world have different priorities.
”The youth in the Middle East are rioting for basic human rights, whilst the youth in London are rioting for a 42” Plasma HD ready TV”
Author - Richard F Holmes 