“Your Sacred Self” – In The Womb

The following article was on my Facebook on November 10, 2019. The title is “Your Sacred Self” and it’s by Dr. Wayne Dyer. The picture was also with it at the very beginning of the article, just like it is here.

At first, the article was like a conversation with questions and answers between the twins. As the article went on, it became clear to me that when they got to the topic of Mother, a correlation was being made to God. just reading it gave me goose bumps and cold chills, and even brought tears of joy to my eyes.

When someone talks to me and asks about my belief in God, sometimes I’m at a loss as to what to say.

In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?”The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”

“Nonsense,” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”

The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”

The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”

The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”

The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover, if there is life, then why has no one ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery, there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”

“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”

The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”

The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her, this world would not and could not exist.”

Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”

To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.”

Maybe this was one of the best explanations of the concept of GOD.
– this lovely parable is from Your Sacred Self by Dr. Wayne Dyer.

When the second twin mentioned Mother, the second twin told the first twin that Mother was all around them. Then the first twin told the second twin that Mother could not be seen, or felt, or heard talking. The second twin pointed out to the first twin that if they both were very still,silent and focused, that at times the Mother could be heard talking very sweetly to them in a loving voice and the Mother’s love could be felt all round them, even though she could not be seen or touched. The author of the article compared that to our faith in God. God cannot be seen or touched, but being silent someone could feel God in the air and hear Him speaking to them. He stated that, “Maybe this was one of the best explanations of the concept of GOD.

Possibly if you read the article, you may have some of the same feelings too. I always like it when I read articles where someone else points out these characteristics about the Love Of God.

 

 

Everything I Needed To Know…..

I did a Google inquiry to find the words to the little book, “Everything I Needed To Know, I Learned In Kindergarten”. As I didn’t know who originally wrote it, I didn’t figure I would be able to find the little book on Amazon. Needless to say I was happy when the results that I was looking for showed up with the Google inquiry. I pasted a copy of it below, and I was able to find it on Amazon.

When you stop and take time to read all of it and really think about it, it makes perfect sense and it is so true.

Everything I Needed to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten

Robert Fulghum

Everything I Needed to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten

Share everything.
Play fair.
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.

Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life –
learn some and think some and draw some
and paint and sing and dance and play
and work every day some.
Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world,
watch out for traffic,
hold hands, and stick together.
Be aware of wonder.
Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup:
The roots go down and the plant goes up
and nobody really knows how or why,
but we are all like that.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice
and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup
– they all die.
So do we.

And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books
and the first word you learned
– the biggest word of all – LOOK.

The last part of the little book will probably not be familiar to those born after the 60s. I’m not sure, but I don’t think that the Dick and Jane books were used very much after that to teach reading to elementary children.

For a long time I have wanted to do a post on this book, but I was not sure what to call it. The little book, in it’s entirety, is actually a children’s book. I have known many children who have had the book read to them when they were three years old and on up.

There is one subject that was not covered and that’s the subject of politeness and/or being courteous to your parents and other elders. There is almost no place to go that children are not being down right rude to their parents and other elders. My Mother taught me and my brothers and sister to always be respectful and courteous to adults older than what we were. We were taught to say “Please” and “Thank You”, “Excuse me” whenever we needed to walk in front of any adults, or to leave the table or room for any reason. We were also taught to say “No Thank You, but Thank You for asking” if whatever was offered to us was not wanted or needed at the time. These are important manners that every parent should teach their children.The main problem though is that the parents probably were not taught these manners either. Hopefully, teaching good manners to children will start being done again. Everything seems to be nicer when everybody is respectful of each other, and that goes for adults and children alike. Oh, I almost forgot, we were also taught to give up our seats to our elders as well.

My sincere hope is that you enjoyed reading this, and that you were able to obtain a bit more of common sense knowledge from reading it. To my knowledge, the book is still available at libraries and also on the internet, and like I said above, it is available on Amazon.

 

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Giving and Receiving

Every person that has ever been a Church goer has certainly heard the phrase, “It is better to give than to receive.” Granted, there are people that have heard it and don’t believe it, as well as people that have heard it and have no concept as to what it means.

Raised in a religious environment, I was taught about giving to others. This has been true, most of my life, since being only a few months old and up until I was grown and married, . Even after being married, I still went to Church with my husband. When I found myself alone, I went to church as a single person.

Many of those years, both married and single, were spent teaching children from three years old up to five years old.Sunday mornings found me teaching the Sunday School Class of four and five year olds, and Sunday evenings found me having a story hour for three, four, and five year olds, and Wednesday nights found me teaching the same ages of children in the preschool choir. I enjoyed every minute of it.

Then when I moved to a different neighborhood and away from past reminders of a time that once was, I started teaching the preschool children again, only at a different Church. Again, I was happier than I would have ever thought a person could be. I was doing the giving and watching the smiles and happiness of the little children who were on the receiving end.

Vacations found me visiting some of my family that lived in a different state. One vacation would turn my world, as I knew it, upside down. The day for me to return to Kentucky arrived, but my sister knew that something was wrong with me, even though I didn’t really feel sick. All I knew for sure was that I had a sore and hoarse throat, from yelling at my seven year old nephew’s soccer game. My sister convinced me to go to the local urgent treatment center. Upon the doctor finishing his examination of me, I found out that I had asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia all at the same time, and he grounded me from flying back to Kentucky for two weeks. The time was 8:45 AM, and very reluctantly I went back to my sister’s house and went to bed. At 2:30 PM, (the time I was originally supposed to be boarding the plane to return home), I started feeling numb and tingly all over. I told my sister how I was feeling, and the decision was made to call 911.

Long story short, I was in bed almost a week and a half before I started feeling any better. After two weeks at my sister’s house, I was on my way back to Kentucky. At the time, I had a full time permanent job and a part time permanent permanent job. I was working 60-70 hours a week. Up until I became sick, nothing slowed me down. This was the beginning of April in 1990. Upon returning home, I resumed both of my jobs. However, I was being rushed to the hospital every 7-10 days with asthma attacks so bad that I couldn’t breath. On June 9, 1990 I lost both of my jobs. You can’t keep a job being rushed to a hospital that often. So started the beginning of a whole new way of life for me. I was on numerous medications, had to do nebulizer treatments four times a day, and was on oxygen as well. In the summer of 1991 I ended up having to file for bankruptcy.

It took up until 1993 for the doctors to find the perfect combination of medications so that I wasn’t being rushed to the hospital every time I turned around, so to speak.

I started going to the local community college in May of 1993. As I was about to enter the building, I received a call from my primary care physician. What he told me was totally unexpected. He informed me that I was diabetic. I had been on Prednisone ever since being diagnosed with the severe asthma. In the first six months I gained 100 pounds. After finding out that I was diabetic, I continued on with my life having one turmoil after another as well as several surgeries. Still on the Prednisone, I started having trouble with my legs, and ended up in a wheelchair in 1995. I continued with my education, just with a different major. Finally, I graduated with Honors, in 1999 and went through the graduation ceremony in May of 2000.

After my graduation, it took three months to find a job. There were many expenses involved with starting back to work after not being able to work for ten years, as well as having many medical expenses involved with being in a wheelchair. Long story short, I ended up having to file for bankruptcy a second time in 2001. I worked from March of 2000 up until November of 2004. That was when I lost my new job. Since that time, I have had even more surgeries, and am waiting for at least two more surgeries, and possibly a third one.

Up until 1990, I was a person who gave whatever I could, whenever I could, however I could, and was very thankful that I was able to do it. Unfortunately, since I became sick and with the resulting medical problems from all of the the medications that I have taken, I have had to become a receiver. When a person is used to being a giver and then has to become a receiver, it is very hard. Or at least it was for me.

For quite a few years I tried to make it on my own and do everything for myself. But then there came a time when I just couldn’t do it any more. I found it necessary to have someone move in with me to help me around the house. Eventually, I regained my strength and was able to do for myself again.

In 2016, I started crocheting in answer to some adds for The Red Scarf Project, and then doing pieces, that were seven inches by nine inches, to send to someone that would join all of the pieces together to make quilts for needy others. As I hadn’t crocheted in years, I had to watch a video on how to crochet. That was when I came up with the idea of crocheting scarves for homeless people.

The first year, 2016, I was only able to crochet seven scarves. A friend helped to deliver them. Many homeless people smoke, and I am allergic to smoke and will go into an asthma attack if I am around a lot of it, so the friend delivered them for me. Upon returning empty handed, the friend told me that we had to do it again the next year. When I inquired as to why, I was told that everybody that got one cried. So, in 2017, I crocheted thirty- six scarves. That winter was so old that the city declared a state of emergency. That meant that any place that could put cots down had to do it for the homeless to be able to get out of the cold. We were able to hand out twelve that year. That meant that I had twenty-four scarves left. I was able to crochet sixteen scarves before I had to have my right shoulder replaced. For 2018, I had a total of forty scarves to hand out to the homeless. I gave my Church fifteen to give to the men that were staying at the church for the program called “Room At The Inn”, some went to the Christmas shop for approved families that were needy of help, and the remainder went to the Chrysalis House for Mothers and children that were there for protection from abusive spouses. As yet, I have not been able to do any this year, but I have started on one, and hope to finish it as well as some others. I hope I succeed. will let you know how it turns out.

The whole reason for this long post is to show that even though giving makes us happy, we also need to be gracious receivers. when we are gracious receivers, we allow the other person to be a gracious giver and have joy from their giving the same as we used to before we became receivers. Also, even though we have to be receivers sometimes, we can still find some way to be givers again.

 

 

“Time Really Flies…” – Yet “Time Really Drags On”

There are two sayings that I have heard most of my teen years on, and they are, “Time really flies when you’re having fun.” and “Time really drags on.”, when what you are doing is not interesting. At any given time all of us could use one or the other of these sayings.

Ever since I was a small child, on my way to visit kin folks, it always seemed like we would never get there. That every time we went on a trip, “Time really dragged on.” The most confusing part for me as a child was that whenever my brothers and sister and I would ask “how much longer is it going to be before we get there?”, the answer never made sense. We were always told how many more hours it would be before we would get there. With not being very accurate with subtracting hours from each other, each time we asked, it seemed like we had even longer to go to get there than when we first started out. Of course, as we have grown up and become the drivers of our trips, we now know and can tell the difference. It’s not the fact of how many hours we have left to travel, just that we were so anxious to get to our destination, that we could hardly contain our excitement and expectation.

Now, on the other hand, when we were on our way back home, “Time really flies.” was true in every sense of the phrase, but it wasn’t because  “we were having fun”, as the last part of the phrase states. Quite the contrary, we dreaded going home. Why was this true?, you might ask. We dreaded it because we knew we were leaving the place where we were having so much fun, and going back to the same old boredom that we faced every day, before we left on our trip.

When we were just children making the long trip, of course it seemed to take a whole lot longer than what it does today. There are two reasons for this. The first reason being that we had very short attention spans and became restless very quickly. The second reason being that cars could not go as fast back in the 50s and 60s because there were not the interstates that there are today and the engines and motors were not as powerful then as they are now.

Now that we are grown, everything has changed. Cars are much more powerful today both to being made better and to being made of lighter materials. The heaver the material, in the making of the car, the more gas and the longer it will take to arrive at your destination.

Besides the obvious mentioned above, there are a few other elements taking place when we take a trip. It still seems to take longer to arrive at our destination than what it takes to return home from our trip. There are several reasons for this fact. The time element is for the most part only in our mind. We are wanting to arrive there quickly so that we will have more time to enjoy the trip while we are at our destination, but it seems that we will never arrive. Once we arrive, it seems like time flies while we are enjoying our visit, even though we know that there are the same 24 hours in a day that there has always been and will always be.

On our trip home, we are not looking forward to arriving at our destination. We know that we have unpacking to do, as well as laundry to do, get caught up with our mail, get everything ready to return to work, usually the next day after returning home, and get some much needed rest. This is so, because for the most part, when we are away from our job and home, we tend to cram everything we can into the time we have there.

When we are children, we depend on the adults to give us ideas and things to do to keep us entertained. Once we become adults, it’s all up to us individually to keep our self entertained. Yes, I know, it’s sometimes heck to grow up. But we all have to do it and as the saying goes, “go with the flow”.