Archive for April, 2008

I haven’t been on the Abe tapes for several months.  When I was on the Abe cruise
I thought, what the heck, and signed up again.  I just got my first tape and I’m
listening to it and some of it is going in one ear and out the other and some of it,
I’m arguing with Abe.  That really is the best kind of argument, by the way,
no one talks back when it’s a one sided argument. :)  And then I get to parts such
as what they told the woman who goes to AA.  It felt so right, so ‘on the money’.

Finally, I get to the end (which I transcribed below) and I take a deep breath and
you know what?  I’m home again.  It’s nice to be here.  Someone left the light on
for me, there’s a cup of fresh, hot tea and a comfy seat awaits me.

It’s so wonderful to be home again.  Love, Bethie

“It is our desire that while you are in these magnificent bodies, that you are able to
relax more and resist less
that you are able to
allow more and fuss and worry less
that you can find ways of
praising more and complaining less
of basking more and struggling less
of flowing more and paddling less
of laughing more and crying less.

That you can find ways of relaxing into the knowing that you are just right, in the
right place, at the right time.  That there is not some bandwagon that you need to
get on.  Or, not some thing that you need to do differently than what you are doing.

We so want you to just melt into bed tonight, as you put yourself there and feel the
warm embrace of Source Energy wrapping around you and through you — feeling
nothing but appreciation and love for your willingness to play in this co-creative game
with all of us. 

There is great love here for you.  As always, we remain eternally and joyously

Abraham-Hicks — Los Angeles, CA — 2/2/08 — Closing/Track 12

Read Full Post »

Look within your very centered space and see the part of
you that is pure spirit.  Pure light.  Pure energy.  Visualize all
your limitations falling away one by one, until you are safe, healed
and whole.  Know that no matter what is going on in your life,
no matter how difficult things may be, at the very center of your
being you are safe, and you are whole.  You always will be.
Lifetime after lifetime, you are a shining spirit—a beautiful light.
Sometimes you come to this planet and cover your light and hide
it.  But the light is always there.  As you let those limitations go,
and as you recognize the true beauty of your being, you shine
brilliantly.  You are love.  You are energy.  You are spirit.  You are
the spirit of love shining brightly.  Let your light shine.

~Louise Hay
Heart Thoughts: A Treasury of Inner Wisdom

Read Full Post »

Listen to things more often than beings.
Hear the voice of the fire, hear the voice of the water,
Listen in the wind to the sighing of the bush:
This is the ancestors breathing.
Those who are dead are never gone;
The dead are not down in the earth:
They are in the trembling of the trees,
In the groaning of the woods,
In the water that runs, in the water that sleeps,
They are in the hut, they are in the crowd.
Those who are dead are not ever gone;
They are in the woman’s breast, they are in the wailing of a child,
They are in the burning log and in the moaning rock.
They are in the weeping grasses, in the forest and the home.
Listen to things more often than beings.
Hear the voice of fire, hear the voice of water.
Listen in the wind to the sighing of the bush.
This is the ancestors breathing.

(traditional song from Senegal)

Read Full Post »

Evening Train

An old man sleeping in the evening train,

face upturned, mouth discreetly closed,
hands clasped, with fingers interlaced.
Those large hands
lie on the fur lining of his wife’s coat
he’s holding for her, and the fur
looks like a limp dog, docile and affectionate.
The man himself is a peasant
in city clothes, moderately prosperous —
rich by the standards of his youth,
one can read that in his hands,
his sleeping features.
How tired he is, how tired.
I called him old, but then I remember
my own age, and acknowledge he’s likely
no older than I. But in the dimension
that moves with us but itself keeps still
like the bubble in a carpenter’s level,
I’m fourteen, watching the faces I saw each day
on the train going to London,
and never spoke to; or guessing
from a row of shoes what sort of faces
I’d see if I raised my eyes.
Everyone has an unchanging age (or sometimes two)
carried within them, beyond expression.
This man perhaps
is ten, putting in a few hours most days
in a crowded schoolroom, and a lot more
at work in the fields; a boy who’s always
making plans to go fishing his first free day.
The train moves through the dark quite swiftly
(the Italian dark, as it happens)
with its load of people, each
with a conscious destination, each
with a known age and that other,
the hidden one — except for those
still young, or not young but slower to focus,
who haven’t reached yet that state of being
which will become 
not a point of arrest but a core
around which the mind develops, reflections circle,
events accrue — a center.
                                           A girl with braids 
sits in the corner seat, invisible,
pleased with her solitude. And across from her
an invisible boy, dreaming. Quite swiftly
we move through our lives, swiftly, steadily the train
rocks and bounces onward through sleeping fields,
our unknown stillness
holding level as water sealed in glass.

~Denise Levertov: Selected Poems

Read Full Post »

I cupped my hands over both ears
took a long, slow, deep breath in and out
again and again
until my breath was like a series of waves

and I washed up on the shores
of my own inner landscape

each wave of breath brought more
fragments of myself to the shoreline

I gazed into the broken places and
I saw grief comfort fear
I saw compassion laying on hands with envy
I saw hope reaching out to despair

now I could see where the separate places came together
to make the whole

and the whole was yet another fragment
of a greater whole

and I lay there
letting the waves
wash over
all my unbroken places.

~elizabeth adams

Read Full Post »

Water From Your Spring

What was in that candle’s light
that opened and consumed me so quickly?

Come back, my friend! The form of our love
is not a created form.

Nothing can help me but that beauty.
There was a dawn I remember

when my soul heard something
from your soul. I drank water

from your spring and felt
the current take me.


Read Full Post »

Recipe for Eternal Joy

Seek something in every segment of every day
that brings forth within you the feeling of love.


Abraham-Hicks, March 1, 1991, Austin, TX

Doesn’t that just say it all? I mean, totally and
completely all? How much can I love today and
what can I flow love to? And me flowing love with
my little light gives a twinkle to your little light, even
if you are the tree outside my yard, the plant in my
house I’m about to water. You light up with me lighting
up. Everything lights up when I flow love to it.

How much do I love that? How much do I love to love?
I can’t even begin to count the ways because they are
never ending, each NEW day brings something more
to love.

That’s it, that’s all I ever needed to know!

Love, Bethie

Read Full Post »

« Newer Posts - Older Posts »