Body is the last to know…

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Sometimes those of us who practice applying the Law of Attraction are accused of blaming the victims. I avoid this unnecessary and unproductive unkindness by not speculating on how your life is going or why. It is only useful when I apply my knowledge and understanding of this Law to myself and my own experiences. When I share what I learn, I become even more clear about it. If that resonates with you, then you can use it. If not, leave it. I don’t claim to know what’s best for anybody else. With that disclaimer in mind, here goes…

As that which is seen is made up from that which does not appear, or, since thoughts really do become things, I get that my life is my consciousness writ large. I don’t actually know or monitor my thinking carefully enough to be consistently aware of it, so it is helpful to me that it shows up in form in an ongoing fashion. And since the process of creation always moves from ideation to manifestation, it is true that “body is the last to know!” This time lapse can obscure a shift in consciousness that hasn’t made it into physicality yet, while my body is busy acting out a previous and unskilled mental attitude. This discrepancy, if not acknowledged, can lead to misinformed and counterproductive self-criticism. If I allow for the limitations of the space/time continuum and acknowledge that I am progressing nicely in my enlightenment process, I can nurture rather than impede my own growth.

So the appropriate question for me to ask myself is not: “Whatever was I thinking that brought on THIS?” but rather: “Isn’t it lovely I am releasing an old worn out idea and have moved on to something more elegant?”

Happy New Me!

 

Come to the manger …

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“Come To The Manger” is a Christmas song written by my dear friend, colleague, mentor and first piano teacher the Reverend Doctor Lois Ruth Bartel. Over the years I sang her song at quite a few Christmas Eve Candlelight Services at our church, both accompanied by various wonderful pianists and once, terrifyingly, a cappella when our musician couldn’t make it through the snowstorm! It’s haunting melody and message fill me still with the wonder, mystery and magic of this sacred time. I share it with you this Christmas morn, before the sun even rises on a brand new day, hoping it finds your heart as open and filled with love as mine is for you … ❤️

Come, come to the manger
See the sweet infant there,
See the beautiful lady
Watch with loving care.

Come, come with the humble
Hear the choirs above,
There, yes there in the manger
Is found the only true love.

Have you searched and searched the world around
And never found true peace?
The come, come, come to the manger
Or your search will never cease.

Where, where is that manger?
Where, oh where do you start?
You can find it your own way:
Just say a prayer with your heart.