Archive for April, 2013

My friend, Nancy, has a mother, Zelda, who is ill with a terminal condition. Nancy has brought Zelda to her home and is taking care of her there. Due to this terminal disease, Zelda has bouts of memory lapse and strange behaviors, which Nancy indulges within reason. One of these is that Zelda likes to sleep on the couch in the enclosed porch, so Nancy has made her an alternative bed there.

One night, Nancy had lain down to sleep. Sleep would not come, however, because she kept hearing odd noises coming from the enclosed porch and kept seeing a vision of the glass-topped coffee table that stood in front of the couch. Try as she might, Nancy could not dismiss this image from her mind. Sighing, she got up to see what was going on.

Quietly opening the door to the porch, Nancy was aghast to see her mother on all fours smack atop the glass-covered coffee table! She stood there in shock, thinking how her husband had just had the top repaired because of a crack, wondering how on earth her mother had managed to get on top of the table, and wondering just how she could extract her mother from the table without breaking the glass again. For the problem was that the glass would surely break if Zelda were to put uneven weight on the glass, as she must if she were to get herself off the top of the table. Without a second thought, Nancy hurried to the table, put her arms around her mother’s chest, lifted up, and stood there for a second, expecting her mother to help with the extrication.

As Nancy lifted Zelda up into the air, she was expecting her mother to put out a foot onto the floor, or an arm to steady herself and aid in the extrication process, neither of which her mother did. Instead, Zelda had curled up her arms and legs, tucking them up against her body. “Ma! You’ve got to help me get you down!” cried Nancy, but Zelda just held her pose. In the next instant, Nancy found herself gently easing Zelda onto the floor, completely unharmed, with the glass still intact on top of the coffee table.

As Nancy calmly told this story, I just sat, open-mouthed.
“Do you know that you’ve just had Heavenly help in getting your mother off that coffee table?” I asked, awestruck.
“Yeah, I could feel it,” replied Nancy.
“Doesn’t this seem strange to you?” I asked, still awestruck.
“No,” replied Nancy. “I just expect it. They’re around all the time. It’s just part of life.”

I sat back, speechless. On questioning Nancy closely, she has these kinds of experiences often and takes them as a matter of course (doesn’t everyone have their own private Angel for just such occasions?) and expects that help will be available whenever and wherever she needs it. While I sat there, impressed down to my toenails, Nancy just treated this episode as a normal facet of life.

Be that as it may, I extracted every ounce of information from Nancy that she was willing to give, just to have the information complete so I could pass it along to you, dear Readers. We even walked into the porch to look at the physical setting. On doing so, I was even more impressed at how Nancy was able to accomplish getting her mother off the coffee table in the manner she had described, because after looking at the physical setting, there was no earthly way that Nancy would have either the strength or the leverage to accomplish what she had done without otherworldly help. Allow me to set the scene:

The enclosed porch is attached to the back of the house, runs its entire length, and is connected to the main house by two glass doors. Three sides of the porch are windows, covered by vertical blinds. It houses lounge furniture and the immense glass-topped coffee table. This table is approximately three feet wide by three feet deep and 2 ½ feet high, made of a bamboo-like material. The entire top is glass. It is situated in front of the couch; along one side is another stuffed arm chair. There is only approximately 1 ½ feet of space between the couch and the coffee table, so there is not much room for anything except feet. If a short person were to stand next to the coffee table, the top of it would come to mid-thigh. If that short person were to bend over the coffee table, her arms would not reach the far end, and she would not have enough leverage to lift anything long and heavy off the table top. As both Nancy and I are short (5’ 3”), I could immediately see that what Nancy had done—lift her mother off the coffee table without help and without cracking the table top–was totally impossible.

First of all, Zelda is not light. She is a sturdily built woman, who weighs approximately 150-160 lbs. That alone would preclude Nancy’s being able to lift Zelda off the table without help. Then, Zelda did not cooperate in getting off the table, but only just curled herself up into a ball when Nancy picked her straight up off the table. Picking Zelda straight up off the table was impossible both because of Zelda’s weight and the very important fact that Nancy would not have been able to get enough leverage to do so, since Nancy is so short in relation to height of the coffee table. Perhaps a strong, young man 6 feet tall or greater and weighing 250 lbs. could have lifted Zelda straight up and over, but not Nancy. Yet Nancy had done it, and she was not even out of breath. Lastly, there is the issue of setting the woman down safely after having lifted her off the table. Having lifted her mother up and over, Nancy would now be faced with setting her mother down onto the floor without hurting her. Remember that Zelda weighs approx. 150 lbs. That, coupled with gravity (F=ma for you physics fans), gives a great force downward that must be retarded in order for Zelda not to fall on her head with a thump. Nancy, with her small size, does not have the strength to retard that much force without endangering her mother’s well-being, yet it was accomplished. Her mother did not fall, did not hit her head, just gently came to earth.

One more point bears stressing: that of the tiny space between the couch and the coffee table. Even if Nancy had had some superhuman burst of strength and power to lift her mother off the coffee table by herself and set her down safely, there was not enough space in which to accomplish this incredible feat. Yet, Zelda was extracted from off the top of the glass coffee table by her short daughter without stirring a hair of her head. Wow. Just wow. This, dear Readers, is what your Angels wish you to remember: that help is available to you at all times, free for the asking. Just ask, expect, believe, and voila! Mission accomplished.

Many of us have heard the old saying, “I’ll believe it when I see it”. Not many know that things are really the other way around: you’ll see it when you believe it. This happens because thoughts are things. That bears repeating in caps: THOUGHTS ARE THINGS. What you believe you manifest; what you cannot believe will not come into your life. So, you will see what you believe. This was brought home to me not long ago after a purchase I made had gone awry.

Having moved recently to a much smaller dwelling, I found there was not enough room for my books. The thought occurred to me that I could buy an ornamental bookcase or cabinet to store my books that could be decorative as well as functional. Amazingly, I found a beautiful antique cabinet that would fit the bill. After careful measuring, looking, thinking, planning, and visualizing, I took the plunge and bought it. It was delivered to my house along with the key, and I turned the key to open the door. The key did not work. It would not unlock the cabinet. There I was, with a beautiful antique wooden cabinet that had just become useless. I cannot even begin to describe my emotions.

Finally taking control, I called the antique store, whose personnel had not been very friendly or helpful up until now. Nevertheless, one of the co-owners agreed to come to my house to unlock the door. She came quickly, and I stayed out of her way, as she tried repeatedly without success to unlock the door. Still staying out of her way, I began washing the dishes, taking my attention away from that blasted locked door. As my mind wandered, I recalled in times past how I had pictured something occurring and then having that thing actually happen in real life very soon after I began picturing it. So, I started picturing the door being open and how happy both of us would be as we viewed the open door. Within five minutes, she had the door open, when for the past 1/2 hour she had had no success whatsoever. We jumped around, shouted, whooped, and congratulated each other. I thanked her profusely for her help and vowed never to lock that door again.

Since THOUGHTS ARE THINGS, why wouldn’t everyone begin picturing abundance and happiness? Why not indeed? Keep your sunny side up, see, feel, and breathe your aspirations, then expect them to happen. You won’t even be able to recognize your life.

Happy Easter, Happy Spring, Happy New Year to all my dear Readers. Today is truly a red-letter day, as your Angels have blessed me with a wondrous dream, which I am to share with you as the Earth awakens in the brightening sun.

Things started innocuously enough. As I lay sleeping in the early morning, I was suddenly alert to an odd scene that appeared before my eyes. I was standing on the west bank, the Buda side, of the Danube river as it flowed through Budapest, the capital of Hungary. My father stood a little diagonally to my right, his back to me, looking over the river, toward the east bank, toward Pest. He was watching the progress of my sister, Zsuzsanna, as she was gently floating on the surface of the water. What was unusual about this entire scene was that she was lying on her back in the water as my father directed her toward the far shore, and she was moving purely by the power of thought. As my father told her what he wanted from her and in what direction to float on the river, she was propelling herself solely by her own thoughts, in order to follow his directions. In watching this scene, I was of course not in the least surprised at what was going on, accepting all that I saw as a matter of course. As I stood on the riverbank watching Zsuzsanna’s progression across the river, suddenly a Presence made itself felt.

Before writing about the Presence, I am guided to tell you in detail all the impressions that I received from it and to set the scene specifically, all the better for you to picture it, my dear Readers. The Danube runs north/south through the portion of Budapest that contains the Parliament Building, a confection of architecture located on the Pest (east) side of the river (this building is worth a trip to www.google.com). The city of Buda lies on the west side of the river; the city of Pest on the east side, hence Budapest. I was standing on the grassy west bank as it sloped down to the water, so I was facing east, with the light behind me, although it was a cloudy day. My father was also standing on the west bank, southeast of me and nearly at the water’s edge, looking across the water, as Zsuzsanna neared the eastern shore.

I could feel the Presence in a northeasterly direction from us, up in the air, invisible in the cloudy, gray sky. This Presence was definitely otherwordly, angelic, female (!), and radiating energy, lots of energy, although I neither saw nor felt any Light. My impression of it was that it was kindly, nurturing, present in an educational capacity, showing me a scene, and then using both the scene and my thoughts about it to delicately guide my interpretations toward what was to become an extremely important conclusion.

As Zsuzsanna’s feet touched the bank, the Presence transmitted the thought to me that Zsuzsanna was doing this bit of water floating out of gratitude to our father for having helped her out so much in her life. Also out of gratitude, she had chosen to dedicate the remainder of her own life to being with him and serving him in whatever capacity he required, putting all her own needs aside and trusting him to whatever he asked of her. That was why she had willingly obeyed him when he had her drift across the water. Absorbing this bit of information from the Presence (and having no idea what all of that information meant), I once again became engrossed in the scene of Zsuzsanna floating along the water’s surface, ignoring the Presence and concentrating on the scene in front of me. It seemed that Zsuzsanna’s motion in the water was by her own power, but the scientist and observer in me wished to test this hypothesis. Toward this end, I suggested an experiment to my father.

“Let’s bring her across the river into the shallower part and ask her to just float in the water. The shallow part will be better, so if she sinks, we can rescue her and she won’t drown.” I suggested this experiment to my father to see whether Zsuzsanna was really propelling herself around the river and floating purely via her own thought power. He agreed to the experiment, especially to being careful not to hurt her. While we were pondering on how to proceed with this idea, my mind was turning, with the gentle guidance and aid of the Presence. I reasoned that Zsuzsanna must be floating across the water solely on the power of her own thought. My father had given the request, and she had fulfilled it by launching herself out onto the water on her back and propelling herself across the water without any physical means. Now, we were going to have her return across the river toward a shallower portion and see what she could do. I contemplated having her float not on top of the water, but above the water. As I pictured her being able to do that, suddenly the insight came to me (with obvious guidance from the Presence) what exactly is occurring when we pray. When we pray, we usually picture a powerful presence outside of ourselves who, if we can be convincing enough, will grant us our wishes. This presence is rather like a genii in a lamp, infinitely powerful, the keeper and distributor of all the goodies we can imagine, if we can only persuade him/her/it to look our way. If we have had a Christian religious upbringing, we usually picture this outside presence as an old man with a white beard (in the image and likeness of an elderly Jewish rabbi), a little touchy, but amenable with enough flattery or bribery: “I’ll be good if you’ll only give me a new car”, you pray, or “I won’t pick on my brother for a year if you just help me pass this test”, and so on. The point is that we focus on a force outside ourselves who can grant us our wishes and desires.

As these images rolled through my mind, I realized in a flash that the purpose of prayer was not to persuade an external supernatural being to take on our cause, but to convince ourselves that we are capable of manifesting our wishes in our lives and giving ourselves permission to manifest our wishes. Since we constantly create our individual universes with every decision we make, we, not some powerful external source, are the ones who manifest (or not) our wishes and desires. Prayer, then, is a way of “softening up” our own innate lack of self-confidence in being able to manifest our wishes.

Have you ever noticed that you receive some things more quickly through prayer, other things seem to take longer, while some things do not manifest at all, no matter how much or how long you pray? Now, at last, we can understand just why these seeming blocks occur.

That which we believe we can achieve is manifested the most quickly, because at some level we know that we are able to manifest them without any difficulty whatsoever. As an example, I know (truly believe) that I can very quickly find items that I have lost, if they are “findable” (not discarded or destroyed). So, when I pray to my Angels to find that doomaflotchy that I lost yesterday, I already expect it to turn up, and it always turns up in amazing short order. Each time, though, I am amazed and thank my Angels profusely for returning it to me. Yet in truth, it was my own knowledge (belief) and expectation that resulted in finding the lost item. In believing and expecting, I kept myself open to the idea of finding the lost article and find it I did. If I had not believed or expected, the article would still be lost, no matter how long I prayed to my Angels, because I would have put myself into a state that did not allow receipt of the lost object. When we neither believe nor expect, no amount of prayer can penetrate that state of non-reception.

That which we have some trouble believing we can receive manifests more slowly, because now we must take time to convince ourselves that we are able to manifest, or that we are deserving of this particular manifestation. Sometimes we have real and long-standing areas in which we have blockages or complete lack of self-confidence, so it can take a very long time before we can believe in their manifestation in our lives. Sometimes we cannot even make ourselves believe that these wishes of ours will ever happen. It is then that prayer seems to become useless. It is not that “God” or the Universe has turned a deaf ear to us. It is that we simply do not or cannot believe that we can/should/will ever have this wish. At these times, prayer seems useless, or that “God” or the Universe has decided not to grant us our wish, when it is only our own fears or other blocks that are in the way of manifestation.

Every minute of every day we create our individual lives based on our beliefs and expectations. Now that you know the true purpose of prayer, use it to soften up your beliefs so that you can begin to manifest the abundance that is your birthright.

The Presence leaves these messages of hope for you:

You will see it when you believe it.
“Therefore I say to you, all things for which you pray and ask, believe that you have received them and they shall be granted to you” (Mark 12:24)
“Prayer changes things” Edgar Cayce