Motivated By Spirit

Eternal Faces In the broad sweep of history, ships had to be built, aeroplanes constructed, families migrate, people die, houses burn, earthquakes and storms sweep lands and sea, governors elected, presidents die, nations formed, slaves bought and sold, and many crops harvested; all to provide you with the particular world in which to play out your life. All of this had to happen in time and space for you to be here; and for you to get a glimpse of, and understand, the very powerful forces at work in your life. It is no accident that you are reading this. Life has been calling you to fulfill the noble patterns you set in motion eons ago for this time in the cycles of the universe. You are a master of astrology, mathematics, genetics, historical events and other esoteric knowledge you used to allow yourself to be here on the planet at this time. The Bouquet You Deserve That is a small measure of who you are. Ultimately you will discover that you are even more grand and elega...

It may seem that making changes to your life and creating happier times may be out of the question. Trust me, it is not; is easy to change your life with a little commitment to doing the five simple steps outlined in this article. Over the span of this life time, I have seen these steps work wonders in the life of quite a few people, and they have worked for me. Most people live their lives at the level of the throng, going along to get along, never soaring although dreams of excellence dance in their heads. Life is meant to rise above the ordinary and become extraordinary in not to be mired in the swamps of mediocrity. That is not to say that everyone must be a Hollywood star or a famous athlete. What is demanded by life is to be a victor right where you are everyday. To that end, I have proposed five ways to that place of victory and happiness.  Life gives to everyone opportunities to make basic changes and engage with life in a new manner, a manner that allows us to feel happy...

The song from my childhood grabbed hold of my memory and would not let go. It ran over and over like the scratch in an old vinyl record would; that repeating sound that would impel you to move the needle. I’d be in the kitchen hand full of soap, listening to the record player in the living room, when it would hit a scratch and repeat the same notes over and over for what seemed like an eternity before I’d dry my hands and get to it to nudge it over a notch past the repeating notes. That’s how the song was, repeating and repeating, so I knew it wanted to say something more than the words were saying on the surface. I used to believe the story being retold by those lyrics. I no longer hold as true the teaching and yearning which informed the repeating song. Yet here I was singing it and swaying to its rhythms as I moved about the house. That song, a derelict from the past I’d thought I’d release so very long ago, was running and running through my mind. I know how to change thoughts...