Spiritual Sciences EMagazine - July/August/September 2010

Issue: # 12

July/August/September 2010

A newsletter for people who are prevailing on their spiritual journey. It's all about keeping the faith, maintaining courage, developing enlightenment, and creating a life
you can love through service to others.

Welcome to Connecting You With Spirit!

I've recently returned from Ft. Lauderdale where I was the opening keynote speaker at the annual Universal Lightworker's Conference. The Conference draws a large international audience and I had the privilege of making many new friends with people who are devoted to their spiritual progress.

In the next three months, let's all manifest the goal of drawing more spiritually-minded people into our circle of friends! It's important to have the support and encouragement of others who are eagerly navigating the special path that destiny dictates!

Unlike a carbon footprint, you are supposed to leave behind a spiritual footprint that represents how you helped make the earthly plane a more enlightened place than the way you found it.

Gabe's Story

As many of you know, I had open heart surgery last September. Before the surgery, I had experienced other miracles...like meeting Mr. Wonderful and the birth of my children.

But, the invasive, potentially fatal heart procedure provided me yet another miracle. I was able to continue my life on earth after a vital part of my physical body had ceased to work. During that frightening time, my angels were a beacon of light and invaluable information, specifically guiding me toward the right doctors, facilities, and procedures. Without their support, I might well have lost my opportunity to raise my babies, and, serve you, my dear friends and clients.

Since that time, I have discovered many others who have survived surgeries to correct heart abnormalities and ailments. Two of the most inspiring are Adam Pick, a double heart valve surgery patient and author of The Patient's Guide To Heart Valve Surgery. (I didn't find this book until several months after my surgery, but it is a fantastic resource!); and, little Gabriel, who had his first heart surgery as an infant. Although I normally do not focus on political or religious topics in this EMagazine, this YouTube video is worth a look!

I'm wishing you miracles of your own!

Synchronicity

I was living in Austin, Texas at the time, and I had just hired a new lawn crew. Shortly thereafter, I happened to be shopping at Whole Foods, and struck up a conversation with another shopper, whose name was Johnny. He had an interesting, familiar voice, so I asked him what he did for a living. He told me that he was a DJ for Mix 94.7. I asked "are you Johnny Goen?" and he nodded. Then I proceeded to tell him how much I enjoyed listening to him back in Houston on KRBE 104.1, and how I practically grew up listening to him. His radio station was right next to Whole Foods, so he invited me for a quick tour and gave me a t-shirt. I was thrilled with my brush of local stardom, and he and I would chat once in a while by telephone or email.

A short time later, the lawn crew was back at my house. The owner was there and he mentioned that he was also a musician, and just had recorded a demo tape. He asked me if I would like to have a copy. I feigned interest, because in Austin everyone is a musician or wants to be. However, I also wanted to be supportive of my new friend. It turned out that I really liked the song, and I listened to it quite often. One day while driving down the freeway, I received a strong angelic message that I was to take the demo tape to Johnny Goen. I said aloud, "No, I'm not going to do it! Everybody probably gives him demo music, and I'm not going to take advantage of my new friend like that!" At that very instant, while I was still driving on the freeway, a long piece of cassette tape became entangled on my radio antenna, and was streaming back into my windshield! I said "Okay, I get the message! I'll do it!" I was amazed at how synchronistic both of those new friendships were and I was reminded that there are no accidents in the universe!

Contributed by Jenneye S.

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A friend is one who knows the song in your heart...and sings it back to you when you have forgotten how it goes.

Anonymous
Contributed by Dennis Sharp

Channeled Question

Dear Kim: Previously I was a professional Ballet dancer and now teach exercise classes. I feel like there is something more I am supposed to be doing. I want to work with dancers. I recently became certified in Holistic Health Counseling and can see myself talking to serious Ballet students, helping them prepare for a dancer's life. I have this urge to move back to New Orleans or New York City. I am single, have been for the last ten years, and I just don't see anything really happening here in Houston, although the economy is good. I feel stuck and have a lot of self doubt and fear of making a bad move. Do you have any insight for me?

Sabrina S., 43, Houston, TX

Dear Sabrina: Your life's work is as a coach for athletes of all kinds, including individuals in the performing and creative arts like dancers and actors (who do their own stunts), as well as Olympians and professional athletes. Only someone with your background could truly understand the profound commitment and unwavering discipline required for success in those fields. Because your private coaching practice will be conducted over the telephone, through teleseminars, and in-person workshops, you will attract an international clientele who will rely on you to help them increase their vitality, enhance their strength, and erase limitations about what they can realistically achieve. Kudos on sensing that you have outgrown your life in Houston! New York is the best place for your new business and that is also where you will meet Mr. Wonderful. A brand new, much happier and more fulfilling chapter of your life awaits!

Profiles in Success

Dreams and Schemes
The Bad, The Ugly and The Better Than Great

        My husband, Don, refers to our master bedroom as the torture chamber. He often wonders why that room was ever coined the master bedroom because in our relationship he does not feel like he is the master of the house. I think it would be a poor idea to label it the "mistress bedroom" so am unable to offer any viable alternatives. With those thoughts aside, the reason our bedroom has become a torture chamber for him is that under normal conditions he has difficulties getting some decent rest. This tends to be much worse when he is undergoing one of his many attempts to quit smoking. He will thrash about during a Chantix-induced bad dream and invariably wake me up. During these times I tell everyone that going to bed, for me, is like going to the movies, only there is no buttered popcorn. I usually get the overflow from his prescription-laced dreams. Just one problem though. My husband never, and I mean never, finds out the ending of these dreams. One of his more exciting scenarios left him grasping at the end of a dog leash while dangling from a precipice above an angry ocean. Don kept yelling at the dog on the other end of the leash to please pull him up.

    Most evenings there is usually a good chance that while my husband is in the middle of one of these adventures, I'll be having an ugly hot flash. I have discovered a way to carefully stuff all my covers under me without changing my position. The end result is that I am resting on top of a two-foot mound of blankets-not good if one is prone to nose bleeds or afraid of heights. This keeps me comfortable for about ten minutes. Then I start to feel cold. I slowly slide all the blankets out from under me while trying not to bump into my husband who has his own problems and just may be on the verge of catapulting to the bottom of the ocean. Somehow I end up swaddling myself-not good if one is claustrophobic. These rituals might be repeated many times throughout the course of an evening or wee morning hours-fun, if you love repetition and are prone to obsessive compulsive disorder. Thus, my husband is forced to multi-task, something he detests: hang from the edge of a cliff, cry for assistance from a potentially disinterested party of the domesticated canine kind; and participate in a tug of war over blankets-two things too many for his tastes.

    Over the course of my life, my appreciation of the value of dreams and their messages, with the exception of those Chantix-induced ones, continues to grow. (I leave my husband to grapple with the latter.) I find it helpful to journal the dreams as soon as possible, even if I do not understand them right away. Eventually the pieces will come together when it is relevant and make sense to me.

    The greatest dream I experienced happened soon after the death of my father. The memory of incredible feelings of contentment beyond anything I have ever known from that dream still lingers today. My father passed away on December 11, 1976 from renal cancer. He was a tall, dark-haired attractive man, second to the oldest in a poor family of 14 children. People were drawn to him because of his quick wit, sense of humor, honesty, generosity and love of life. Dad enjoyed entertaining people with his old-time Oompah band, enticing his audience to laugh, sing and dance. His music avocation served him well in terms of supporting his family during the depression and the lean years that followed. Family events always included his music. Dad's funeral was a celebration of the kind of life he lived and was attended by a large gathering of friends and relatives. Music, stories and laughter were prevalent in the reminiscing that took place before, during and after the service.

    During my dad's illness and up to the time of his death I had continually focused on being strong for those around me. After his passing I had plenty of time to think about things and soon resented the fact that my father had died at the age of 66. I started dwelling on the suffering he went through during his last days, even though I knew this was now in the past. I thought about him mouthing words to me while in the hospital and my attempts to decipher them. I tried to guess what he was saying and when I could not figure it out, I told him not to worry; I would take care of mother. His weak nod assured me that I had guessed his intentions correctly. I imagined he must have been extremely frustrated with his inability to communicate. It seemed that my grief was just beginning.

    Six days after his funeral, I found my heart was heavier than it had ever been. The upcoming Christmas holiday was going to be difficult. On that particular evening I dreaded going to bed, knowing that my mind would never allow me to rest. After a great deal of tossing and turning, I finally fell into a deep slumber. Towards early morning the dream about my father began. I was entering our family home and had to walk through a series of many rooms, opening one door after another. When I opened the door to the last room, there stood a beautifully decorated Christmas tree; my father was sitting on the floor alongside it. He was much younger looking in the dream, probably around 30 years of age, and dressed in clothing from that time. I was shocked to see him and asked him how he was able to be present in our home. He told me he had never really left us. He advised that he would be looking forward to celebrating Christmas with us and we were to know that he would be with us in spirit. I had been continually dwelling on the physical state that I had overlooked the spiritual aspect entirely. Dad assured me that I should not spend my time thinking about his final days on earth because he was now in heaven. He confirmed this for me by having me join him there for a brief visit. Suddenly the two of us were looking down upon St. Joseph's Catholic Church in Hopkins, watching friends and relatives going to mass on a warm sunny Sunday. We were surrounded by soft golden light. I was completely at peace. My visit there was brief but it has lasted me a lifetime. I understand why people who have had near-death experiences find it difficult to remain on the earthly plane.

    In the days and months that followed dad's passing, he used a physical way to remind me that he was around by leaving pennies in the most interesting places, usually when I was thinking about him, helping mom, attending a special family gathering or dealing with a difficult situation. Sometimes I would return to a place to be surprised to find a penny lying on the ground where only a few moments before, one had not been there. I decided to save my pennies from heaven and they are in a container in my dresser. They serve as a reminder to me that we are never alone. I am always amazed at how souls on the other side manage to find creative ways to communicate with us in a physical or non-physical manner.
The second most significant dream occurred 25 years later. Normally I sleep on my right side but on that evening I was sleeping on my back with my arms and hands resting on my stomach and abdomen. Not long after I had been asleep I experienced an awareness of a visitor in the room. My husband was resting peacefully for a change and was oblivious to what was happening. The first sensation I noticed was one of touch, a hand resting on top of my hand. My heart began pounding rapidly. My entire body was engulfed with energy that emanated from this powerful being. While this was occurring I knew without a doubt that I had nothing to fear. My visitor was a gold genderless form, about eight feet tall, standing, or perhaps I should say floating, by my side of the bed. There was very little density to this entity. I felt like I could put my hand right through it. The shape was somewhat human-like yet I could not make out any legs or feet. I wondered after the fact about wings but did not recall seeing any.

    The being slowly moved away from the side of the bed turned slightly and came to hover a few feet over me. The head of the entity did not have any facial features; my instincts told me that the eyeless form was looking directly into my eyes. I sensed the visitor was there to assure me with nonverbal expressions of support and believing in myself. We communicated with each other through our thoughts. I mentally asked, "Who are you?" I saw the letters EIHL. This did not make any sense to me so I thought the question again and received the same answer, "EIHL." The being left quickly and when it did, I felt like I had levitated off the bed as if to follow. My husband woke up and asked me what was wrong. I don't consider myself to be a person who enjoys retaliation but I must confess this event made up for many of the evenings where I was woken up by him in order to share in some of his smoke-free thrilling dreams.
I subsequently connected with Kim O'Neill to see if she could help with details regarding my nocturnal visitor. EIHL, pronounced I-ale (British), is an archangel and one of my spiritual guides. The letters represent an angelic hierarchy. EIHL has been involved with the Akashic records and was very busy during the Middle Ages. I subsequently had one more visit from EIHL and was given the same reassuring message of support and to always believe in myself.

I wish you all the sweetest of dreams.

Contributed by Jeannine Hadley

Profiles in Success
TENZIN GYATSO (His Holiness The Dalai Lama)

     WHEN I was a boy in Tibet, I felt that my own Buddhist religion must be the best - and that other faiths were somehow inferior. Now I see how na�ve I was, and how dangerous the extremes of religious intolerance can be today.

    Though intolerance may be as old as religion itself, we still see vigorous signs of its virulence. In Europe, there are intense debates about newcomers wearing veils or wanting to erect minarets and episodes of violence against Muslim immigrants. Radical atheists issue blanket condemnations of those who hold to religious beliefs. In the Middle East, the flames of war are fanned by hatred of those who adhere to a different faith.

    Such tensions are likely to increase as the world becomes more interconnected and cultures, peoples and religions become ever more entwined. The pressure this creates tests more than our tolerance - it demands that we promote peaceful coexistence and understanding across boundaries.

    Granted, every religion has a sense of exclusivity as part of its core identity. Even so, I believe there is genuine potential for mutual understanding. While preserving faith toward one's own tradition, one can respect, admire and appreciate other traditions.

    An early eye-opener for me was my meeting with the Trappist monk Thomas Merton in India shortly before his untimely death in 1968. Merton told me he could be perfectly faithful to Christianity, yet learn in depth from other religions like Buddhism. The same is true for me as an ardent Buddhist learning from the world's other great religions.

     A main point in my discussion with Merton was how central compassion was to the message of both Christianity and Buddhism. In my readings of the New Testament, I find myself inspired by Jesus' acts of compassion. His miracle of the loaves and fishes, his healing and his teaching are all motivated by the desire to relieve suffering.

    I'm a firm believer in the power of personal contact to bridge differences, so I've long been drawn to dialogues with people of other religious outlooks. The focus on compassion that Merton and I observed in our two religions strikes me as a strong unifying thread among all the major faiths. And these days we need to highlight what unifies us.

     Take Judaism, for instance. I first visited a synagogue in Cochin, India, in 1965, and have met with many rabbis over the years. I remember vividly the rabbi in the Netherlands who told me about the Holocaust with such intensity that we were both in tears. And I've learned how the Talmud and the Bible repeat the theme of compassion, as in the passage in Leviticus that admonishes, "Love your neighbor as yourself."

    In my many encounters with Hindu scholars in India, I've come to see the centrality of selfless compassion in Hinduism too - as expressed, for instance, in the Bhagavad Gita, which praises those who "delight in the welfare of all beings." I'm moved by the ways this value has been expressed in the life of great beings like Mahatma Gandhi, or the lesser-known Baba Amte, who founded a leper colony not far from a Tibetan settlement in Maharashtra State in India. There he fed and sheltered lepers who were otherwise shunned. When I received my Nobel Peace Prize, I made a donation to his colony.

     Compassion is equally important in Islam - and recognizing that has become crucial in the years since Sept. 11, especially in answering those who paint Islam as a militant faith. On the first anniversary of 9/11, I spoke at the National Cathedral in Washington, pleading that we not blindly follow the lead of some in the news media and let the violent acts of a few individuals define an entire religion.

    Let me tell you about the Islam I know. Tibet has had an Islamic community for around 400 years, although my richest contacts with Islam have been in India, which has the world's second-largest Muslim population. An imam in Ladakh once told me that a true Muslim should love and respect all of Allah's creatures. And in my understanding, Islam enshrines compassion as a core spiritual principle, reflected in the very name of God, the "Compassionate and Merciful," that appears at the beginning of virtually each chapter of the Koran.

    Finding common ground among faiths can help us bridge needless divides at a time when unified action is more crucial than ever. As a species, we must embrace the oneness of humanity as we face global issues like pandemics, economic crises and ecological disaster. At that scale, our response must be as one.

    Harmony among the major faiths has become an essential ingredient of peaceful coexistence in our world. From this perspective, mutual understanding among these traditions is not merely the business of religious believers - it matters for the welfare of humanity as a whole.

Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama, is the author of Toward a True Kinship of Faiths: How the World's Religions Can Come Together.

Contributed by Alan Davidson

Blonde Moment

Can you imagine a nun at a Catholic elementary school sitting at her desk grading these papers, all the while trying to keep a straight face and maintain her composure? Kids were asked questions about the Old and New Testaments. Their answers have not been retouched or corrected.

1. IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE BIBLE, GUINESSIS. GOD GOT TIRED OF CREATING THE WORLD SO HE TOOK THE SABBATH OFF.

2. ADAM AND EVE WERE CREATED FROM AN APPLE TREE. NOAH'S WIFE WAS JOAN OF ARK. NOAH BUILT AN ARK AND THE ANIMALS CAME ON IN PEARS.

3. LOTS WIFE WAS A PILLAR OF SALT DURING THE DAY, BUT A BALL OF FIRE DURING THE NIGHT.

4. THE JEWS WERE A PROUD PEOPLE AND THROUGHOUT HISTORY THEY HAD TROUBLE WITH UNSYMPATHETIC GENITALS.

5. SAMPSON WAS A STRONGMAN WHO LET HIMSELF BE LED ASTRAY BY A JEZEBEL LIKE DELILAH.

6. SAMSON SLAYED THE PHILISTINES WITH THE AXE OF THE APOSTLES.

7. MOSES LED THE JEWS TO THE RED SEA WHERE THEY MADE UNLEAVENED BREAD WHICH IS BREAD WITHOUT ANY INGREDIENTS.

8. THE EGYPTIANS WERE ALL DROWNED IN THE DESSERT. AFTERWARDS, MOSES WENT UP TO MOUNT CYANIDE TO GET THE TEN COMMANDMENTS

9. THE FIRST COMMANDMENTS WAS WHEN EVE TOLD ADAM TO EAT THE APPLE.

10. THE SEVENTH COMMANDMENT IS THOU SHALT NOT ADMIT ADULTERY.

11. MOSES DIED BEFORE HE EVER REACHED CANADA THEN JOSHUA LED THE HEBREWS IN THE BATTLE OF GERITOL.

12. THE GREATEST MIRICLE IN THE BIBLE IS WHEN JOSHUA TOLD HIS SON TO STAND STILL AND HE OBEYED HIM.

13. DAVID WAS A HEBREW KING WHO WAS SKILLED AT PLAYING THE LIAR. HE FOUGHT THE FINKELSTEINS, A RACE OF PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN BIBLICAL TIMES.

14. SOLOMON, ONE OF DAVIDS SONS, HAD 300 WIVES AND 700 PORCUPINES.

15. WHEN MARY HEARD SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF JESUS, SHE SANG THE MAGNA CARTA.

16. WHEN THE THREE WISE GUYS FROM THE EAST SIDE ARRIVED THEYFOUND JESUS IN THE MANAGER.

17. JESUS WAS BORN BECAUSE MARY HAD AN IMMACULATE CONTRAPTION.

18. ST. JOHN THE BLACKSMITH DUMPED WATER ON HIS HEAD.

19. JESUS ENUNCIATED THE GOLDEN RULE, WHICH SAYS TO DO UNTO OTHERS BEFORE THEY DO ONE TO YOU. HE ALSO EXPLAINED A MAN DOTH NOT LIVE BY SWEAT ALONE.

20. IT WAS A MIRICLE WHEN JESUS ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND MANAGED TO GET THE TOMBSTONE OFF THE ENTRANCE.

21. THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED THE LORD WERE CALLED THE 12 DECIBELS.

22. THE EPISTELS WERE THE WIVES OF THE APOSTLES.

23. ONE OF THE OPPOSSUMS WAS ST. MATTHEW WHO WAS ALSO A TAXIMAN.

24. ST. PAUL CAVORTED TO CHRISTIANITY, HE PREACHED HOLY ACRIMONY WHICH IS ANOTHER NAME FOR MARRAIGE.

25. CHRISTIANS HAVE ONLY ONE SPOUSE. THIS IS CALLED MONOTONY.

Contributed by Kristi Heaton

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Thank you for allowing me to spend this time with you! Please write to me with your own success and synchronicity stories...I'd love to include them in a future issue. Until the next issue, wishing you all the best blessings!