Finally a mainstream call-out on Republican / Christian values. Stephen Colbert is Spot on...

This is beautiful...I spoke of this a year ago in my blog http://thinkingin4d.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-look-at-this-realistically-obama.html... Stephen Colbert does a beautiful job in slamming the viewpoint of the majority of the Republican parties view on their religious connection and financial inequity in our world. This past election shift was on the basis of a Republican call for less spending. This on the heels of a $900 billion dollar bill being past by congress which the Republicans pushed for. Look at this article to see who it serves; http://thinkingin4d.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-is-outrage-how-long-do-we-wish-to.html .

To give what we have, to those who struggling to survive. How hard a concept is this? We ask why the rest of the world is pissed off at us,... this is why.  Happy Holidays... Michael




                                   

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Don't Hope Friend....Decide

This reminded me about the beauty of seeing life with new eyes every day. To see my family, for who they are this moment. To love the people in my life with all I have and then give some more... 

Bless yourself with the gift of loving and accepting  what Life Gives you in this moment... for we never know what the next will bring, I hold for all of us, it is more to love. 

Blessings, Love & Light... Michael



While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life changing experiences that you hear other people talk about, the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly.
This one occurred a mere two feet away from me. Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jet way, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family. 
First he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, averted his eyes and replied softly, "Me, too, Dad!" 
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe nine or ten) and while cupping his son's face in his hands said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much, Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug.  

Our Lord's Prayer... A beautiful breakdown

I came across this and as I don't quote biblical prayers much, this was a thoughtful and more in depth look at what the Lord's Prayer truly means... Have a wonderful Monday...

I cannot say "Our" if my religion has no room for others and their needs. I cannot say "Father" if I do not demonstrate this relationship in my daily life. I cannot say "Who Art In Heaven" if all my interests and pursuits are in earthly things. I cannot say "Hallowed Be Thy Name" if I, who am called by his name, am not holy. I cannot say "Thy Kingdom Come" if I am unwilling to give up my own sovereignty and accept the righteous reign of God. I cannot say "Thy Will Be Done" if I am unwilling or resentful of having it in my life. I cannot say "On Earth As It Is In Heaven" unless I am truly ready to give myself to his service here and now. I cannot say "Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread" without expending honest effort for it or by ignoring the genuine needs of my fellowmen. I cannot say "Forgive Us Our Trespasses As We Forgive Those Who Trespass Against Us" if I continue to harbor a grudge against anyone. I cannot say "Lead Us Not Into Temptation" if I deliberately choose to remain in a situation where I am likely to be tempted. I cannot say "Deliver Us From Evil" if I am not prepared to fight in the spiritual realm with the weapon of prayer. I cannot say "Thine Is The Kingdom" if I do not give the King the disciplined obedience of a loyal subject. I cannot say "Thine Is The Power" if I fear what my neighbors and friends may say or do. I cannot say "Thine Is The Glory" if I am seeking my own glory first. I cannot say "Forever" if I am too anxious about each day's affairs. I cannot say "Amen" unless I honestly say, "cost what it may, this is my prayer". http://www.thylacineslair.com/MindRetreat/OurLordsPrayer.htm

The Hopi Elders Speak: The Elders Oraibi Arizona Hopi Nation

"We Are the Ones We've Been Waiting For" You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is The Hour. And there are things to be considered: Where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in right relation? Where is your water? Know your garden. It is time to speak your Truth. Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside  yourself for the leader. This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel  they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally.  Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth  and journey comes to a halt. The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. We are the ones we've been waiting for.

An Unusual Love Letter To The World, Or Whoever May Happen To Read It

This is a very long, sometimes redundant in it approach, letter sent to all those who walk upon this planet. I know many of us across this little blue orb have felt, lived and cried to the truths of our society spoken of in this letter. Pass thi on to all you know. Lets start unplugging more beings from the matrix and give them a fighting chance. Michael Dear YOU, Straight away, before anything else, I want you to understand that what you are about to read is a love letter, written because I love you. In fact, it's very possible that I love you even more than you love yourself, which is why I'm writing to you today. It's also why I'm going to tell you some things that might be hard to hear. In fact, they WILL be hard to hear. The first thing I'm going to tell you might hurt worst of all. YOU, my dear beloved creature, are INSANE. Not just a little insane, in the way you think of the people you may know who are diagnosed with "depression" or 'bipolar disorder" or what have you. Your insanity isn't something so easily treated with a pill or a visit to a therapist. I wish it were. Your insanity is systemic, very nearly universal, and absolutely incurable from within the system that sustains it. Every "professional" you might go to for help is as crazy as you are. Get that straight right here and right now. Your insanity is not recognized, acknowledged, or understood by the "mental health system." In fact, all that system can do is help you become a happier crazy person. Yes, my dear beloved human being, you are as crazy as a shithouse rat, and there's absolutely nothing anybody you might be have trusted to help you can do about it, because they are as insane as you are.  It's an awful situation you are in, and because you are thoroughly insane, you don't know how to do anything but make it worse. Don't get me wrong, help for your deadly condition does exist.

Are you an Angel?

This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:

 I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5 pm, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke,sputter and die - I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck It wouldn't even turn over.
 
Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the 'quickie mart' building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.
 
When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel.
 
At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.


I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying 'I don't want my kids to see me crying,' so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?' That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.'
 
I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fuelling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee.
 
She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.
 
She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left 2 months a go and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally, in desperation, had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.
 
So she packed up everything she owned and put it in the car. She told the kids they were going to California to see their grandparents for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.
 
I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So, are you like an angel or something?'
 
This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.'
 
It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.
 
Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...
 
Psalms 55:22 'Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee. He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.'