First and last, he’s a charlatan.
Tuesday, December 31, my heart got set on a hotel stay. But there was sure to be nothing available that night — New Year’s Eve — and it was infeasible for me to get a room the next night, given the hoops a homeless man must jump through to be inside on New Year’s Day. So I reserved a room for two nights later, Thursday the second. Continue reading The second chakra
Pray for yourself first.
When you pray for someone, you become a channel through which the Holy Spirit (or “Life Force”) flows to address that person’s needs. (See Mark 5:30.) You may or may not perceive this flow as it happens.
The Spirit must first address any deficiencies in the channel itself, before it can optimally address the other person. In particular, the Spirit must address any emotional imbalances that may exist in the person who intends to pray. Without this adjustment, at best the Spirit’s flow will be constricted; at worst, the channel may project his or her own needs (e.g. anxieties, aches and pains) onto the patient.
Continue reading Un[b]locking the spirit
You can live in a nice house
in a safe neighborhood
if you make it that way.
It’s not about physical relocation, but spiritual.
The story of Dez Bryant’s childhood nearly gave me nightmares.
A better life is available to you.
If you want it, and will work for it,
you can have it.
I will recite that often on The William Tell Show. It’s the sort of thing one hears from Barack Obama.
At this point in my life, I’m not keen to learn a whole new complicated system.
I may have no choice.
Continued from yesterday’s post, Part 1.
Justice and feedback
Ever since grade school, I’ve been fervently interested in prison reform. I had compassion for these “bad people.” I would want the prison experience to give a “bad” person every reason, every chance, every motivation to mend one’s ways. But this is definitely not happening in our prisons now.
Edgar Cayce’s dream tells me more about the material world than the spiritual world.
From Edgar Cayce on the Akashic Records, by Kevin Todeschi
I see myself as a tiny dot out of my physical body, which lies inert before me. I find myself oppressed by darkness and there is a feeling of terrific loneliness. Suddenly, I am conscious of a white beam of light. As this tiny dot, I move upward following the light, knowing that I must follow it or be lost.