Issue # 7
July - Sept 2001
A Spiritual Publication
Hello again friends and family.
Its summertime, time to enjoy the warmth of the sun and the beauty which
surrounds us. It is a time of recreation and abundance, it is also
a time when over indulgence can hurt. This issue wont hurt a bit, I promise
you, and it wont burn you either. But hopefully we can inject
a little sun light into your life.
Love and Light
You may notice I have changed
the format slightly to make clearwhat parts of this letter pertain to Diane's
business, simple lightwork, and the Spiritual Chapel of Inner Light.
They are each seperate expressions of the sun's rays, so enjoy and
bask in each of them.
Hello Summer :-),
Yes....the time when
we get to swim, play and act like a lizard...basking in the sun and relaxing
with every chance we allow ourselves. Jeffrey and I have been spending
our time enjoying the birds that come up to the feeders on our porch.
The Hummingbirds are of particular interest to me. Their wings are
so fast, it sounds like Bumble bees. I was standing outside one afternoon
and a Hummingbird came directly up to me and just stared. It was
so refreshing....out of the ordinary. I really like these little
guys. We also have a Red Cardinal that stands on our porch, looks
up at the window and teases our cat, "Tinkerbell". She is a new addition
to our family and fits in really well.
I wish you all a
wonderful and abundant summer
Mitzi, our Pomeranian,
thinks the cat is her toy. We know better :-). Joye Silverman won the May
special. I decorated a basket and filled it with bath products.
Congratulations Joye!! Pampering ourselves is part of aspiring to
who we are. Plus, getting my creative juices flowing
again filled me with joy and a sense of accomplishment. Thank-you
to everyone who graciously shared inspirational experiences and testimonials.
Anyone who wishes to share, please feel free to send in written form to
our e-mail address or our P.O. Box. Please note the rate changes
and dates for my next class on page 2.
Time spent laughing is time spent
with the gods.
- Japanese Proverb-
Love, From Spirit
We wish for
you to enjoy all the spring festivities and the new moons rising.
The earth and its participants will reap the reward in harvest of a new
dawn. There has been many faced with decisions in previous months
of manifestation. The energy is one of intensity and will require
moving forward through what many may perceive as fear. With each
step, your answers and path will be presented like a gentle breeze caressing
your face. These next few months, you will have driven states to
just do. The obstacles that you face are one of self creation and
can be reconciled. In each day, be willing to see more than routine,
be willing to share what you feel with pure intent, be willing to give
to one another with a joyous heart, be willing to love without resentment,
be willing to live your life in fulfillment, be willing to trust and have
faith in your ability to embrace change. Before you, mirrors will
be presented in what we call precious GIFTS. born of service. Acknowledge
that which resides within you openly, as though you are a baby with all
of its curiosity and wonder. It is a time of excitement and newness.
To play in this realm of curiosity, imagination and creation brings you
closer to your true nature and where we all reside collectively.
Feel the joy in your heart and the lightness of your ways. The birds
arise each day and sing their songs to the world. Could you not do
the same and take flight to a whole new way of being?
you all the new found gifts of life... Serione'
Our greatest glory
is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Chapel of Inner Light
So what’s new at the Spiritual Chapel of Inner Light? Well, for one
thing, since I have been blessed with the task of learning, growing, and
working in the light, I plan to start some extra schooling in the fall
semester, and begin the long but wonderful journey to a degree in religious
Meanwhile, we of the Chapel are looking, as always, for ways to better
serve and to grow. One way we can do this is to find a better location
than the current meeting room, which we will outgrow in the near future.
We also need our space, one that we can depend on being open every Sunday.
Though we have had only minor problems with the current location, the writing
is on the Spiritual wall.
So friends of the Chapel, keep your eyes and ears open for any space
you think might fit the bill, however unexpected or unlikely. We
have been guided to look toward abandoned buildings, so there is one place
to start looking.
We had our, first ever, outdoors service at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens
on Sunday the 17th of June. It was a shorter service without music
except for the birds, and the topic was our relationship with Gaia (earth).
It was a wonderful and peaceful experience, and so we will likely do more
trips like that.
As always we are looking for volunteers to join our board. We
also welcome any who would wish to sing for us or offer their talents in
That is all for now, and as always, all are welcome to join our unique
worship services on the first and third Sundays of each month. Until
our paths again cross,
(received via internet-author unknown)
Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad
talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he
was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving
to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the money
for the doctor's bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery
could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them
the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered
desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now." Tess went to her
bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.
Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No
chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the
jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her
way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug store, with the big Indian Chief sign above
the door. She waited patiently for the Pharmacist to give her some
attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet
to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with
the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally
she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter.
That did it! "And what do you want?" the Pharmacist asked in an annoyed
tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't
seen in ages." he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother." Tess answered
back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick and I want
to buy a miracle." "I beg your pardon?" said the Pharmacist. "His
name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my
Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle
cost?" "We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry
but I can't help you" the Pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen,
I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the
rest. Just tell me how much it costs." The pharmacist's brother was
a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What
kind of a miracle does your brother need?" "I don't know" Tess replied
with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy
says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want
to use my money." "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents" Tess answered barely audibly. "And
it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven
cents-- the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took
her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and
said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet
your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."
That well dressed man was DR. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing
in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and
it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and
Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to
this place. "That surgery" her Mom whispered, "was a real miracle.
I wonder how much it would have cost?" Tess smiled. She knew
exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents... plus
the faith of a little child.
(received via the Internet)
via internet-author unknown)
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