A Spiritual Publication
Issue # 27
March 2008 - June 2008
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To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating;
As I prepare this newsletter I look out at the greening hills, and the birds playing in the trees and I know spring is just around the corner.
Spring, the time of new beginnings, and that could not be more true of where I find myself today. I can not help but be humbled by the blessings bestowed upon me. Thanks to the VA, my heart is back in rhythm, and I look forward to spring, to friends and family coming to visit in our home. Our blessings are so many, that I find myself thanking the Universe, several times a day. So as I pinch myself again, and launch in to spring and this newsletter, let me say it again, Thank you Sweet Spirit, for all that you have given us… AMEN.
Hello From Diane
Hello everyone :-),
It is a wonderful time of year where everything begins to bloom - starting anew. The rain and snow are turning our grasses and trees a vibrant green. It looks so alive and fresh. This year already seems to be trucking ahead at a fairly fast rate and it is going to be an awesome year with lots of changes. We look forward to somewhat of a new look with the newsletter and more information being heartfelt.
The picture you see on the front of this newsletter is a small Bobcat that just happened to be walking in our yard one morning - he is a cutie. We managed to get a picture as he was posing for us. Our little Pom got rather excited and was doing a whole lot of talking. This Bobcat was pretty young and rather small compared to the first one we encountered 2 days after moving into our home.
I miss my deer and they stay in the lower elevations during the winter, although I suspect they will be back when spring really takes off. They are a beautiful serene animal and I have always loved the elegance that they show.
Jeffrey had ablation on his heart about 3 weeks ago and is feeling so much better. We are going to start dancing again (Yaaahhoooo!!!) after his heart is healed from the procedure.
In closing, I wish you an abundant year and excellent health.
Much Love, Diane
Channeled by Diane
Mirrors will be strewn before you in such a way that creates decision making of the heart. As you follow your inner guidance and validate that which feels good your path will expand and more opportunities will be offered. Going against the grain of heartfelt decisions will lead to that which you are not wanting. We would wish for you to examine your daily life, distant yourself from fear based thought forms and move forward according to your desire. Opportunities are presented in the blink of an eye and what you see in an instant will change according to what you carry energetically. Being aware and acting on your feelings will allow more substance and growth. The energy of the old year is dissolving and many may feel confused as they open up to their creative flow beyond slumber. Dabbling and having fun in the Spirit of creating will allow accomplishment in various forms. When you look at it as play and not have to's your inner world shifts to accommodate the joy of the moment. This joy shifts the outcome of your present reality.
The talk of inflation and recession is clouding your airways. Is this truly not a time of change and is it not as simple as what you choose to invite in? The greatest opportunity presented to you is how you perceive life and what you do with it. Speaking of mirrors this is one of many. The more energy that you give to these thoughts the grander the magnitude of what sits before you. Your world is having what we would call a major overhaul - this overhaul is related to beliefs. Are you willing to get involved and have your own voice? Judgment is stagnancy with chaos from within and extends itself externally for you to examine. Acceptance is peace from within and extends itself externally for movement forward. Which would you prefer? Truth beyond belief is called for in these times of change.
In times past we spoke of the acceleration of earth changes. As the planet purifies, all inhabitants must do the same. It is a world that has been experiencing segregation and the mirrors will bring forth integration. It is no different as history has shown that each individual will personally face their own vulnerability. This vulnerability allows a pathway of experience to determine what is truly important in life. Facades are removed, beliefs are questioned, humbleness sets in and truth appears. Those precious moments of inclusion manifest outwardly affecting the whole. This alone in all of its glory is called Universal perfection
We wish you ease and grace in the magnificent
adventures of the heart
You may find the following disturbing!
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As a writer I find this both disturbing and reassuring. It is disturbing because I believe in accuracy in speech and writing; reassuring because spell checker doesn’t care if I use “from” instead of “form”, or “clothe” when I really mean “cloth"
The Sparrow at Starbucks
The song that silenced the cappuccino machine
I received this as an email, and researched it through Truth or fiction.com, finding the original source. This article first appeared in November/December 2001, Vol. 39, No. 6, Page 11 issue of Today's Christian. Used by permission of Christianity Today International, Carol Stream, IL 60188."
It was chilly in Manhattan but warm inside the Starbucks shop on 51st Street and Broadway, just a skip up from Times Square.
After the tune was over, she approached me. "I apologize for singing along on that song. Did it bother you?" she asked. "No," I replied. "We love it when the audience joins in. Would you like to sing up front on the next selection?" To my delight, she accepted my invitation.
"You choose," I said. "What are you in the mood to sing?" "Well ... do you know any hymns?"
Hymns? This woman didn't know who she was dealing with. I cut my teeth on hymns. Before I was even born, I was going to church. I gave our guest singer a knowing look.
"Oh, I don't know. There are so many good ones. You pick one."
"Okay," I replied. "How about His Eye is on the Sparrow'?"
My new friend was silent, her eyes averted. Then she fixed her eyes on mine again and said, "Yeah. Let's do that one."
She slowly nodded her head, put down her purse, straightened her jacket and faced the center of the shop. With my two-bar setup, she began to sing.
Why should the shadows come?”
The audience of coffee drinkers was transfixed.
“I sing because I'm happy;
I sing because I'm free.
For His eye is on the sparrow
and I know He watches me.”
When the last note was sung, the applause crescendo to a deafening roar. Embarrassed, the woman tried to shout over the din, "Oh, y'all go back to your coffee! I didn't come in here to do a concert! I just came in here to get something' to drink, just like you!"
"You, my dear, have made my whole year! That was beautiful!"
“It's funny that you picked that particular hymn," she said.
"Why is that?"
She hesitated again, "that was my daughter's favorite song."
She grabbed my hands. By this time, the applause had subsided and it was business as usual. "She was 16. She died of a brain tumor last week."
She smiled through tear-filled eyes and squeezed my hands. "I'm going to be okay. I've just got to keep trusting the Lord and singing his songs, and everything's going to be just fine."
She picked up her bag, gave me her card, and then she was gone.
Was it just a coincidence that we happened to be singing in that particular coffee shop on that particular November night?
Coincidence that this wonderful lady just happened to walk into that particular shop? Coincidence that of all the hymns to choose from, I just happened to pick the very hymn that was the favorite of her daughter, who had died just the week before? I refuse to believe it.
God has been arranging encounters in human history since the beginning of time, and it's no stretch for me to imagine that he could reach into a coffee shop in midtown Manhattan and turn an ordinary gig into a revival. It was a great reminder that if we keep trusting him and singing his songs, everything's going to be okay.
Thanks to Winter
As time demands winters always go
As sure as dawn must end the night
Spring climbs up from valleys low
And green returns with poppies bright
I thank the winter for its gift
Of restfulness and dormant seeds
As Spring to life the spirits lift
Winter’s cold clarity met my needs.
This story was told to me by a man who might just be the greatest I have ever known. We called him Grandpa Jim. When I was back in High school, Jim was my best friend Mike’s Grandpa, but he adopted all of us boys who would come by his little old Wrecking yard in Umapine Oregon (a town of less than a hundred). I grew up there in more ways then one, and that shabby looking old man in dirty bib overalls was a superman. He lifted an engine block by himself that Mike and I (both into weightlifting then) wouldn’t have even tried. But he also had an IQ of 155, which made him a bonifide genius.
The First Time I walked in to Jim’s “office” an old single wide trailer attached to the farm house, I was amazed by the display cases of beautiful sea shells, that Jim had brought home from his time in the Islands of the Western Pacific. Then I saw the old sword, and the Islander war club, Exotic things to a kid from Walla Walla Washington.
Jim did some incredible things in WWII, which the government would still likely deny (so writing his biography will be a chore, but a labor of love). After they booted him out of the Marines, because of his malaria and Lymphatic Filariasis (AKA elephantitis), Grandpa settled back into his old home town and started the wrecking yard.
Grandpa Jim was a Marine Recon Scout before they called them that. He worked alone or with an Islander head hunter as his only partner, scouting Japanese held Islands for invasions. As history buffs know, the Japanese treated the indigenous people as if they were animals, raping and killing at will. So Jim found easy allies in these simple but extraordinary people. I have seen the pictures, old black and white Polaroid’s of half naked island girls, and Soo Seffil, his nearly seven foot tall scout, holding two Japanese heads by the hair. I asked Jim if he ever tried to talk the scout out of taking heads, he said he had brought it up once but that it was the man’s religion and more than one missionary had ended up dead for trying to convert warriors.
This story occurs on an Island, which had been “visited” by the Japanese where Jim had developed a close relationship with the local chief. Jim brought home a war club that the chief had given him. According to the chief it was largely ceremonial, and Jim was doing him a favor by accepting it as his wife kept whacking him with it anyway.
Jim did his best to stay out of tribal politics, but there was a feud brewing between the Chiefs son and heir, and the tribe’s Shaman.
One morning the Chief’s son did not wake-up. He was found dead in his hut, having died unnaturally of apparently natural causes in his sleep.
The word spread fast throughout the village that the Shaman had killed the younger man in his dreams.
The tribal lore said that the person who takes a life in such a way must perform a ritual upon the body of the deceased before the next dawn or he too will die, as a sort of Karmic payback.
That Night, Grandpa Jim joined the Warriors as they made funeral preparations. He didn’t fully understand yet what was going on so this ritual seemed pretty odd.
The young man was buried, and a large bonfire was prepared over his grave. Then the warriors took long forked spears and wrapped the tips with rags which they then doused with oil. And then they waited.
As the sun set, they lit up the fire and its light lit the whole clearing, but the dense jungle vegetation cut off the light abruptly leaving shadows at the clearings edge, making the jungle seem even darker Then as the night grew long and the men tired it attacked.
A large Black Panther, was trying to charge the clearing.
The warriors lit their spears and forced the animal back into the trees. But the big jungle cat returned over and over, to Jim it seemed intent on getting to the bonfire, not the behavior of any sane animal.
The attacks went on until just before the break of dawn when the cat disappeared back in to the jungle.
As the sun rose, the warriors left for the village where the women had already discovered, the now lifeless body of the shaman, who had apparently died in his sleep just recently, as Jim checked he had no pulse but his body was still warm.
I was an impressionable young man of 16 when Jim told me that story, and he and his family stood by its veracity to Jim’s death in 1986 and when asked, yes Grandma even said it was true a decade after I first heard it.
Jim’s moral was a simple one, there are some things you just can’t explain and some things that are better not messed with.
The message may seem dark, but no darker than many shows on TV, like the Ghost Whisperer(TM) which actually serve to awaken an interest in the mysteries of this world. This was perhaps one of my first openings into the quest for spiritual knowledge.
-BY JEFFREY PHILLIPS-
Serenity News Opinion Poll
As Spring approaches, what are your thoughts?
E. Bunny, Toledo OH
“You Kiddin me… OK Easter is comin, to me it means preparation, and hard work. Now would you mind closing the door on your way out the draft is killing me.”
Jack T.- Oakland CA
“Spring…Spring Training… BASEBALL!”
Skip Upton- San Louis Obispo, CA
“Did you say Spring? Spring is my
“I love hiking and loosing myself in nature. Its all about the flowers and the birds... oh the birds.”
The Daily Mail is reporting that this Boxer has adopted this abandoned baby goat: "Billy the boxer has become the constant companion of the 12-day old kid called Lilly. He sleeps with the goat, licks her clean, and protects her from any dangers at Pennywell Farm wildlife centre at Buckfastleigh, near Totnes, Devon."
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