More Wisdom from Abraham-Hicks

A friend of mine recently sent me this little nugget from Abraham-Hicks (Money & The Law Of Attraction). It's just another reminder strive towards alignment with your most precious self -- your soul core.

enjoy!

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Love and Appreciation are identical vibrations:

Appreciation is the vibration of alignment with who-you-are. It is the absence of resistance. It is the absence of doubt and fear. IT is the absence of self-denial or hatred toward others. Appreciation is the absence of everything that feels bad and the presence of everything that feels good. When you focus upon what you want-when you tell the story of how you want your life to be-you will come closer and closer to the vicinity of appreciation, and when you reach it, it will pull you toward all things that you consider to be good in a very powerful way.

There Are Messages Everywhere...

...the hard part, methinks, is simply paying attention to them.

When I was in Peru in November, I was able to watch an episode of the "Ellen DeGeneres" show and I was mesmerized by what I heard from her guest, Seann William Scott. He heard a message from a gorilla right before he got his big break in Hollywood and because he paid attention to it, his career took off in an amazingly synchronicitous way.

I think it just goes to show that if we can quiet and open our minds, we are able to receive important messages from some of the most unlikely messengers.

Enjoy!

Temple Bells

I often come across writings which move me and today was no exception. This afternoon, as I was cleaning out my closet, I came across "The Temple Bells" by Anthony de Mello, SJ -- a small story which can be found amongst others in de Mello's book called "The Song Of The Bird." I had forgotten about this particular story over the years, even though my friend John first introduced me to it back in October 1999. But, as often as is the case, things have a way of circling back to you exactly when you need them most. May you enjoy it!

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The temple had stood on an island two miles out to sea. And it held a thousand bells. Big bells, small bells, bells fashioned by the best craftsmen in the world. When a wind blew or a storm raged, all the temple bells would peal out in unison, producing a symphony that sent the heart of the hearer into raptures.

But over the centuries the island sank into the sea and, with it, the temple and the bells. An ancient tradition said that the bells continued to peal out, ceaselessly, and could be heard by anyone who listened attentively. Inspired by this tradition, a young man traveled thousands of miles, determined to hear those bells. He sat for days on the shore, opposite the place where the temple had once stood, and listened--listened with all his heart. But all he could hear was the sound of the waves breaking on the shore. He made every effort to push away the sound of the waves so that he could hear the bells. But all to no avail; the sound of the sea seemed to flood the universe.

He kept at his task for many weeks. When he got disheartened he would listen to the words of the village pundits who spoke with unction of the legend of the temple bells and of those who had heard them and proved the legend to be true. And his heart would be aflame as he heard their words . . . only to become discouraged again when weeks of further effort yielded no results.

Finally he decided to give up the attempt. Perhaps he was not destined to be one of those fortunate ones who heard the bells. Perhaps the legend was not true. He would return home and admit failure. It was his final day, and he went to his favorite spot on the shore to say goodbye to the sea and the sky and the wind and the coconut trees. He lay on the sands, gazing up at the sky, listening to the sound of the sea. He did not resist that sound that day. Instead, he gave himself over to it, and found it was a pleasant, soothing sound, this roar of the waves. Soon he became so lost in the sound that he was barely conscious of himself, so deep was the silence that the sound produced in his heart.

In the depth of that silence, he heard it! The tinkle of a tiny bell followed by another, and another and another . . . and soon every one of the thousand temple bells was pealing out in glorious unison, and his heart was transported with wonder and joy.

Time Capsule

she recently discovered this little message
from one of her dearest childhood friends:

"time is a strange blanket to be wrapped in,
but isn't it great that we're still snugglin'?"

and, even though they've gone their separate ways in life,
she knew that blanket would always link them,
wherever they were.

Gumby

"oh, dahling," her masseuse tutted,
"your muscles are so tight!
you must stretch much, much more, sweetheart.
promise me, okay?" she finished with a powerful nod.

"come," she said in her charming accent,
"i show you how."

and she opened up the room
and proceeded to show her how
to stretch her body and release its tension.

"dahling," she continued,
"do the stretching to music
so that your spirit can play and stretch, too!
okay?"

"okay," she replied with a grin
and giggled out loud when she saw her inner goddess groove
in anticipation of having new freedom
to stretch outside the confines of her own physical body,
doing away with lines and contours and into that which knows no boundaries.

Upside Down Traveler

"oh, my goodness!" she giggled with glee.
"what are you doing up there?"

and the little starfish on her ceiling replied,
"aloha! well, me and the other asteroidea
were thinking that you might be missing
the halcyon days of hawai'i.

"so, i am here to dangle on your ceiling
and help you dream your way
back to our pretty isles,"
it finished with a wry wink.

"oh, that's so exciting!" she breathed with excitement.

"oh, and it gets better," the little starfish replied,
"because i have brought entertainment!"

and with one arm it produced a pretty
mother of pearl ukulele and began
to belt out some tunes.

"any requests?"

she giggled and snuggled back into her pillows
as the little crooner led her into dreams
full of soft breezes
and azure waters
and sheer bliss.

Surfing Cloud Nine

she looked up into the clear night sky
and decided to pay her wishing star a small visit.

"oh, you're here in the nick of time, dear"
the star cooed with delight,
"we have just enough time to make it
to the cloud swells before the action begins!

"so, the moon is slated to participate
in the surfing event of the galaxy
and i'd like to see him hose all those
snooty intergalactic contenders
who complain our waves aren't as "momboosa"
as theirs!

"as if!" she finished, shaking some
stardust on the exclamation for effect.

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so there they sat at the edge of the inky cosmos,
sharing an order of tasty chocolate "comet tail" mix
and watched the moon artfully shralp
one righteous wave after another without getting snaked.