Archive for March, 2011
as long as your thoughts rest on his and hers, yours and mine, and so on..you will never have real love. love does not exist in duality. love is the force that makes you ONE with your mate. in love there is no score card. love is not a game to win or lose. love is everything and until you see love as everything…you will continue to have nothing. -sst
every seven years every cell in the body turns over and your organs can be completely renewed…. if you change your habits and lifestyle now you can heal anything and everything. God didn’t make an inept machine…He made a divine being capable of self renewing in the light of His love. trust in divine love as a powerful healing tool. pray for an open heart that can be opened and renewed by the hand of God instead of the hand of man. man is not God but a child of God. Let the power of our source heal the body of our existence.-sst
a person can be happy living in one room with someone they love but couldn’t be happy in a palace with someone they don’t. once you know real love that’s all that matters. happiness is simple. happiness is love….that’s what real wealth is all about. love is simple. -sst
The love of my life, my Owen JOSEPH, my beautiful O…I love you so..forever and ever in time and in eternity in CHRIST in us. I do. Amen.- Shannan Suzzette
Posted in Uncategorized on March 28, 2011|
No More Words: A Journal Of My Mother Anne Morrow Lindbergh -by Reeve Lindbergh
After suffering several strokes, Anne Morrow Lindbergh (who died this year) spent the last year of her life in Vermont, on the farm of her daughter Reeve’s family. Just as Anne undertook Gift from the Sea in 1955 as a spiritual recon, so Reeve (Under a Wing) here explores her feelings about her visibly aging mother. Early on, Reeve dreams she’s sitting on a railway bench flanked by two women: the vibrant mother of decades earlier and the ghostly incarnation living with her now. “You just have to take care of her,” her “real” mother tells her. “Taking care” is not about feeding and bathing (the domain of some extraordinary Buddhist caregivers), but witnessing her transition from old age into death.