Thursday, September 24th, 2009 at
7:58 am
I was on tour by train, carrying a suitcase and a handbag. At one station I had to change trains. My connecting train was on the other side of the platform. I went over, sat in my seat and I suddenly realized that I was missing my handbag!! I thought that I had forgotten it on the other train. I ran back, but my bag was not there. I ran back to the second train, thinking that my bag had probably fallen down. But nothing! Again I went back to my first train. As I was trying to get on again, I saw the conductor with my handbag in her hands, as if she was waiting for me. As soon as I again got on the right train, holding my bag, both trains started. My heart was pumping so loud! Thanks, oh God, thank You from my heart, thank You so, so much. Feeling thankful, I saw with my inner eye, the loving eyes of the One, showering me with so much love. Can something be sweeter than that? Can someone be more protected than me? There is the saying: “Since I experienced the One who is carrying me, I dance the dance of life without a net”.
Anonymous
Thursday, September 24th, 2009 at
7:50 am
The hero actor is
wearing a costume
of bright golden light
a lovely sight,
a sparkling might
in the land
of immortality.
Peace,
happiness,
abundance
in the kingdom
of victory.
Such entertainment
in the mind!
A play in the intellect
of angels!
What a reward awaits
those who remember,
those who love,
those who make,
the Father their Companion.
Anonymous
Thursday, September 24th, 2009 at
7:46 am
In one of the meditation schools in Rio de Janeiro, there is a sister who is firm in the principle of waking up at 4:00am, sitting in meditation, considering herself to be a soul, realizing God as a soul, forging a connection and experiencing all the relationships with Him.
One day, she was very concerned about her young son, who was late coming back. Even though she was concerned, she sat down for the morning meditation. She began to remember who she really is and who her spiritual Father is. After some time, an image came to her mental screen, of her son in the car and, curiously, he was in a test tube, like the ones they use in a laboratory.
Later, she came to know that, at that given time, her son had overturned in his car and that the car was totaled. However, her son came out without any scratches.
This sister, in connection with God, had brought success in
her task of taking care and protecting her son.
Mariano - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Thursday, September 24th, 2009 at
7:44 am
Taste the sweetness
of introversion
Relish peace
the original religion
of the soul
In stillness,
nourish the spirit
with pure thoughts,
positive feelings.
Quench the thirst
with the drink of nectar
the Saccharine
of the divine Company
He too is Peace.
His religion is Peace.
Ascend with the thought
of One.
And taste the sweetness
of All relationships.
Such sweet mind!
A mind that sweetens others
through the sweetness
of introversion.
Be still. Be sweet.
Anonymous
Thursday, September 24th, 2009 at
7:34 am
I am sitting on the beach of the Ocean of Peace. The sun is shining from a cloudless sky. The wind is caressing my face. I feel good about the warmth of the sand underneath me, inhaling the salty smell of the water. Small waves are coming towards me from the turquoise sea. I lie down and experience the soft sand underneath. I close the eyes and wait for the first wave. As it comes, the magic starts to happen. As the wave is washing over me, I experience being filled with an inner peace. When the wave is drawing back, I notice that something is happening within me. Another wave is washing over me, and again I am filled with an inner peace. The wave has activated my own, inner peace, which is the deep and real identity of who I am. I am indeed a peaceful soul. I allow one wave after the other to wash over me, again and again. Each time, the peace within me becomes more and more part of me. Then the Ocean of Peace becomes calm again, and the surface of the sea is sparkling against the glow of the sun. I allow the peace to flow freely through my whole body. That is what my real identity is, peace. I want to cry with joy, as the magic makes me realise, that at any time, I can experience this inner peace. It is part of me. I am a peaceful soul. Slowly I get up and start walking along the seashore, filled with peace, love and joy. Denmark
Thursday, September 24th, 2009 at
7:28 am
Until today I did not dare to say that God had protected me - but If I
look back I was very often warned that something would happen and in
situations when I was weak or there were mistakes, I was often protected
by inner clarity. Only with a true and consequent outlook could I pass
and live differently. Good luck to everyone.
Anonymous Germany