Spiritual Sciences EMagazine

Issue: # 9

June/July 2009

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!

If you had the opportunity to spend the summer anywhere in the world-on an extended vacation-where would it be? I would rent a beach house and spend blissful months frolicking in the surf! No matter how you're going to spend the summer, remember: make the most of each day! You'll never have this time back again.

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.

The Three Tasks That Allow You to Create
True Happiness

     I've learned-from the information that I've received from guardian angels-that true happiness is indeed possible on the earthly plane, and it is achievable by accomplishing three tasks. These tasks, I believe, are the keys to creating remarkably positive changes in your life, as well as allow you to become a fabulous spiritual mentor for your child, if you are a parent.
      In the January issue, I revealed the first task, which is developing an awareness of your life's work and the issues you have left to resolve. In the April/May issue, I discussed the importance of mustering the faith and conviction to be who you are and to take a stand on behalf of your convictions. In this issue, we're ready to move on!

     Third Task: Learning to bloom where you are presently planted, and valuing every moment of your life. This means that no matter what is going on in your life, you can maintain a joyful existence simply by making that choice. In other words, when something occurs that is upsetting, hurtful, angering, depressing, frightening, or stressful, you can choose not to allow the situation to disrupt your emotional equilibrium. "Blooming" where you are-no matter what is going on around you-is, admittedly, far easier in theory than in practice. Think of a little clock sitting on a bedside table. A storm could be raging outside, but inside, the clock on the nightstand continues its tick...tick...tick, completely unaffected. Children are wonderful bloomers. French author Jean de La Bruyère (1645-1696), once said: "Children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do."
     Since their birth, my son and daughter have always taught me through their example very valuable lessons about blooming. However, it took a natural disaster for me to finally understand what it meant.
            We live in Texas, eighty miles from Galveston, which is located on the Gulf of Mexico. The GulfCoast is vulnerable to hurricanes every year from May through November. In September, 2008, Hurricane Ike hit the coast, causing so much damage that Texas Governor Rick Perry's office was quoted as saying, "Hurricane Ike will likely go down in history as the most costly and destructive storm ever to hit Texas."
            As Hurricane Ike approached landfall, I was worrying about protecting my children. I asked my angels about what we could expect, and they assured me that no one in the family would be hurt. They went on to say that we would sustain heavy rains and strong winds, but there would be no flooding in our area. In preparation, while my husband hurriedly nailed plywood over all of the windows to protect them from flying debris, I assembled candles, flashlights, non-perishable foods, and filled bathtubs and buckets full of water to use after the storm so we could bath and flush toilets.
            The night of the storm, I hunkered down in the den with my husband and two children in our sleeping bags. Anticipating that the situation might get a little scary, I tried to make a game out of it by suggesting to my seven- and eight-year-old that we were camping, and experiencing an adventure like the Swiss Family Robinson. I was determined to remain positive and unafraid to help my children cope with whatever was going to come.
            It wasn't long before the winds picked up and heavy rain began to fall. We heard the mechanical groan of the neighborhood transformer shutting down, and lost power. We huddled together in the darkness as the rains increased and the winds became alarming.
            With each mighty gust of wind, I began to hear something outside over the terrific roar of the storm that I couldn't identity, and it was extremely unnerving. I can only describe it as a very loud creaking door. With the next gust of wind, I heard the noise again, and then a CRACK! was followed by a BOOM! The towering, majestic pine trees that surrounded our home were being ripped apart by the ferocious winds, creating the creaking-door sound. Huge tree tops and massive limbs began to fall outside all around us, so heavily that they shook the ground when they landed.
            At the height of the storm, the torrential rain was so explosive that I was certain our house was going to flood. I heard another loud, alarming creaky-door-sound, and then CRACK! BOOM! A huge pine tree had fallen into the second floor of our house! My husband and I scrambled to the second floor and then up inside the attic, where, pelted by the driving rains, I assisted while he created funnels from plastic lawn bags, and nailed them over the gaping holes in the roof to guide the heavy rainwater into pots, pans, and other containers that we could quickly grab.
After that was done, I ran back downstairs to my children. My mind was racing! Despite what my angels had told me earlier about our safety, and my determination to remain positive and unafraid, I had become crazy with fear. The reality of our situation was that although the house could provide shelter from the rain, it was no match for one of the pine trees. If a big enough tree fell upon the roof directly above us, it could easily slam through to the second floor-and then through the first floor ceiling-and kill us! We didn't have a basement or any inner rooms, except for the tiny pantry. There was nowhere to take the children that offered significant protection from the trees, and it was a terrible, helpless feeling.
            Inexplicably-my seven-year-old daughter Megan, had fallen fast asleep in spite of the storm. But my son Flynn was terrified. He asked what would happen if a tree fell into the part of the house where we sat cowering, which was quickly becoming a realistic possibility. I guessed that he was sensing my feelings, which he often does. I looked into his big brown eyes and knew what I had to do. I had to lie. Holding him close, I promised that I would never allow anything to hurt him or Megan. I felt horribly guilty making that promise, knowing that I had absolutely no control over what would happen next! With each powerful gust of wind, the trees creaked, snapped, and fell. I held Flynn in my arms as the storm continued to rage all night long.
            Although we sustained more damage from limbs and tree tops falling onto the roof, we remained safe and uninjured; and thankfully, no rising water had come into the house. The heavy winds finally died down, and all that was left of Ike was a penetrating rain that fell throughout the following day.
            The next morning, as soon as there was enough light, we opened the back door to peer outside and assess the damage. The yard looked like a war zone. Downed trees and limbs were everywhere. The kids began to cry when they saw their sturdy wooden swing set and play house laying in pieces amid all of the other debris. Our home had withstood the storm, but we had no electricity or water, and temperatures that day were expected to climb into the nineties-with equal levels of humidity.
            We drank bottled water and flushed toilets with the buckets of water that I had collected before the storm. My husband, a true hurricane veteran from his years in Louisiana, was stoic, optimistic, and seemingly unfazed. I, however, had been utterly traumatized by the experience. My babies could have been killed!
            Although we had intermittent cell phone power, there was no land line telephone service. We were almost completely cut off from the outside world. Needing a brief respite from the depressing situation at home, we decided to carefully explore the area. In our minivan we inched our way around downed trees; dangling power lines; roofing, fence, and signage debris; and the toppled telephone poles that littered the streets. Other homes had sustained damage far worse than ours. In the aftermath of the storm, gas stations, convenience stores, banks, grocery stores, restaurants, and schools were closed, and eerily dark and empty. Many of them had also sustained significant damage. It was a very sobering sight.
            Back home, we discovered that a bad smell was already coming from inside the refrigerator. Unfortunately, we did not own a generator, so we had to throw away all of our perishable food. The heat inside the house became so oppressive that we couldn't sleep. We ate crackers, apples, and peanut butter at every meal, happy to have them. By candlelight, we took sponge baths in the bathtub with cold buckets of water. Because rainwater had accumulated in different spots in the attic before we could nail the plastic sheeting, we had seepage through the ceilings of the upstairs bath, as well as the living and dining room on the first floor. Drywall fell to the floor in wet pieces, soaking the wall-to-wall carpet. The foul odor of mold and mildew began to permeate the house.
            Several days after the storm, we still had no power, telephone service, or water. Although it was late at night, Flynn asked if the family could play bingo. We couldn't really sleep because of the heat and humidity, so I reluctantly agreed. Feeling traumatized and very depressed, I wasn't in the mood to play a game. The kids eagerly assembled the lantern and the game pieces on the kitchen table, and the four of us took our seats in the heat and the semidarkness.
            "Aaaah, this is the life!" said my son, with a self-satisfied smile.
            I just stared back at him, unable to comprehend what he meant. "What do you mean?" I asked with astonishment.
            "I'm having a great time!" he announced.
            "Me, too!" said Megan with a grin.
            "But...how?" I asked them. "After the ordeal we've just been through?"
            "Mom-that was days ago!" replied Megan. "Except for our swing set, we're okay! And-we don't have to go to school!"
            I stared back at her dumbly.
            "Look at all of the family time that we have now!" Flynn pointed out. "Playing bingo by camp light, sleeping on the floor in our sleeping bags, doing man's work cleaning up the yard, cold baths like an army guy, and peanut butter and crackers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! This is the best time I've ever had!"
            "Yeah!" exclaimed Megan. "Mommy...you have to turn your brain off! You're being negative! It's an adventure, like the Swiss Family Robinson...remember? We're having fun! Why aren't you?"
            I realized that the universe-and my children-were providing just the practice I needed to really learn how to "bloom," regardless of what was going on around me. At that moment, my cell phone rang. My brother, Mike, was calling to tell me that Brennan's Restaurant-a historic Houston landmark where, on numerous occasions, we had celebrated special events-had burned to the ground in the storm. Much worse, a man and his little girl had taken refuge there during the hurricane and had been severely burned. It was not known if they were going to survive their injuries.
            What a stunning reality check! As Mike and I said our goodbyes, I gazed at my husband and two children who were laughing, teasing one another about the game, and obviously enjoying the moment. Suddenly, I understood what "blooming" really meant. Instead of choosing to focus on all of the negative things that had just happened-which I had no power to change-I shifted my focus to all of the things that I had to be grateful for.

Synchronicity
Tara's Story

I want to share an interesting experience I had recently. As a member of our local paper's Community Editorial Board, I submitted an Easter time piece entitled "The More Things Change The More They Stay The Same". It was about how, as we get older, we tend to cleave on to what we know after experiencing and exploring the unknown in our youth. The crux of my story involved my making a traditional Sri Lankan style Easter lunch for my children and then moving onto discuss the traditions of my Newfoundland friends. I wrote the article about a month before I submitted it to the paper. Well guess what happened? Real life occurred exactly as I had written it in the article. Lunchtime on Easter Sunday, I served my family a traditional Sri Lankan meal and at dinnertime I found myself sharing a traditional Newfoundland style Easter dinner at the home of friends. I had actually manifested the outcome of Easter Sunday 2009 without even realizing it.

Tara Nanayakkara
St, Johns Newfoundland, Canada

Quote

One must wait until evening to see how
splendid the day has been.

Will Rogers
(1879-1935)

Channeled Question

Dear Kim: Am I still going to get pregnant?
Carmela C., 43, Tomball TX

Dear Carmela: Yes, it is still possible! Your angels recommend that you stay your course and maintain the faith that it will occur. Faith will allow you to enjoy the present without worrying about the future.

Profiles in Success
Teachers

They make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

They make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.

They make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their
parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod,
Game Cube or movie rental.

They make kids wonder.

They make them question.

They make them apologize and mean it.

They make them have respect and take
responsibility for their actions.

They teach them to write and then make them write.
Keyboarding isn't everything.

They make them read, read, read.

They make them show all their work in math.

They make them use their God-given brain,
not the man-made calculator.

They make students from other countries learn everything
they need to know in English while
preserving their unique cultural identity.

They make a classroom a place where all students feel safe.

They make kids understand that if they use the gifts
they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts,
they can succeed in life.

Guest Contributor

Our friends are the flowers in our gardens
Bursts of colors and happy faces
They stand strong through the storms of our lives
As the trees we carefully planted around us
Their vines entwine through our hearts
Full of love
Thank you for being that kind of friend to me

-- Eileen Meisner

Blonde Moment

A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. She rolled the dice and she landed on Science & Nature. Her question was, 'If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?' She thought for a time and then asked, 'Is it on or off?'

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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!