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Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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A Spiritual Riddle – I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness

My existence emerges quite often in the middle of the night;

Sometimes I bring anxiety; Frequently, I induce unrealistic fright.

Oftentimes I’m an instant reflex of a web of grave deceit;

Many feel I can be eradicated by disclosure; Allbeit revealed most indiscreet.

I was borne when humans went against their true natural flow . . .

I quickly grew enormous from false judgments which were sowed

Into the conscious being as a way to tame the actions

Of any action committed without perceived fair karmic reactions

Many occasions my existence is sparked by the master manipulators

Who use fictitious sliding scales of love as unloving validators

"If you love me you would do this; You wouldn’t do this if you knew . . .

I would never do such nonsense; because of the love I have for you.

You would go along with my way if you were down for me and true"

I’m sure you’ve heard these statements; perhaps you’ve said them too.

Know your self and love yourself and you won’t fall into the ageless trap . . .

Of the Master Manipulators who will trick you to take the rap

For anything that goes against your true heart in the name of loveless love…

And continue with the punishment until they rise abreast of and above…

The manipulation that was taught to you and for which you practice too

When you ask more from another than you know you would honestly want to do

I arise when spirit, mind, and actions are not on one accord

I bring traumatic injury to the mind; I cause such destruction; you can’t afford…

To keep me in your presence; as I’ll reek havoc on the spirit and the flesh

I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness

Who am I . . .   (click below for riddle answer)

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The Spirit of Forgiveness in Relationships

 The Spirit of Forgiveness in Relationships.  The spirit of forgiveness is harnessed within the spirit of love and compassion–the love characteristic in how we are taught that God loves us; the love for which most of us love our children, our family, and even our friends.  I’m not speaking of ego-based love, which is usually associated with being “in love,” or “passionate love.”   I’m speaking of the unconditional love we usually reserve for those who we put beyond our egos.  If we can find it in our heart to delve for this compassionate loving spirit for all those we love, especially those we are “in love with,” we will find it impossible not to forgive our beloved when we perceive they have hurt us.
Let us drop the stones of revenge and try a new approach... forgiveness - by Anit@_M

Let us drop the stones of revenge and try a new approach... forgiveness - by Anit@_M

 Now just because we forgive someone does not mean that we should allow anyone to continually hurt us. It means that we release them from the anger, resentment, and bitterness usually associated with an unforgiving spirit. It means that we love them, in spite of….. We love them whether they are in our lives or out of our lives…just like the father loves the prodigal son.  In order to conjure the spirit of forgiveness, we must first conjure the spirit of godly love and compassion. The spirit of godly love (agape) “compassionate love” will get us much further in our relationships than the spirit of being in love (eros) “passionate love.” You see in the spirit of eros love, with it’s swirling emotions and drama, we don’t actually actively love our beloved; rather, we find a desperate emotional need for our beloved to love us.  Although, the spirit of eros in a relationship is important, as it makes the relationship, exciting and exhilarating, these feelings ALWAYS dissipate unless they are accompanied by the spirit of agape love.

So if there is something that you feel unforgiving about your beloved today, try to summon the spirit of agape love and harness compassion, not only for your beloved, but also for yourself.    This is the spirit that 50-year old anniversaries are based upon!  You might be surprised how much better you will feel about your beloved, but even more so, about yourself!

Quote for the Day:   "There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.” – Bryant H. McGill –

Later this week, I will give some ideas on harnessing the spirit of agape love….and I appreciate any input or comments you may have.  Until then…

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

As I Was Going to See Saint I’s

 

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As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman by big surprise!

Who shocked me when I realized

That she was not as saintly as she’d surmised

 

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman who’d cheated and lied

Who’d broken many promises in life . . .

and caused hearts to break; causing toil and strife

 

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a broken-hearted woman with blackened eyes

Who’d allowed destructive relationships to take its toll

On her body; her mind; damn near her soul!

 

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman with many nights of cries

Though many were brought upon herself . . .

she often blamed Saint Someone Else

 

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I soon become to realize

how Saint I’s choices help prophesize

her destiny and life’s Karmic reprise

 

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I begin to forgive past and future hurts and lies

I forgave Saint I’s for her saintly disguise

To Saints lack and fear, I gladly said my goodbyes

 

As I finally arrived to see Saint I’s

I met Saints Love , Forgiveness , Courage, Truth and Wise

Five beautiful spirits; in motion; yet spiritually still

These saints introduced me to Saint "Free Will "

 

As I was getting to better know Saint I’s

I became increasingly mesmerized by her changed demise

Forgiveness of self and others helped her to arrive and arise

Courage and Truth began to replace those fears and lies

Love began to clear up those bloodshot eyes . . .

 

In time Saint I’s lost her Saintly hood

Life started flowing like God intended it should

Her cup ran over with a cloudy, yet rainbowed sky

Thus, she dropped the Saint and became simply I

 

Love, Hatred, Courage, Fear, Truth and Lies . . . .

How many were going to see Saint I’s?

 

~Written by I (CordieB)

Lessons from the the Hood – – Lesson 1. You can always learn something from the neighborhood drunk

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New Years Eve, 2005

“You can always learn something from the neighborhood drunk”
~CordieB. 

I visited my sister yesteday.   When I walked in, I could sense something was wrong.  

She said, “I’ve got some bad news to tell you about Tu-Tu.” 

 Tu-Tu is her grandson; my great-nephew.  I sat down, feeling my heart flutter. 

I’m thinking, “Please don’t let Tu-Tu be hurt, be shot…..be dead . . .” 

A million ideas are running through my head. 

Finally, my sister says, “Tu-Tu is in jail.”  

Now, being that I have been accustomed to hearing much worst news in the “hood” I’m actually relieved at hearing this news.  I’m feeling a sense of relief.  Ahh.  .  .  . I can exhale.

I look at her in an evident display of relief and ask, “What’s he locked up for?” 

“He got caught with a gun,” she replied.  

“A gun, what’s he doing with a gun?”

“We don’t know how he got it.  He was pulled over while riding with a friend, and the police checked him, and found a gun.” 

My response, “Oh . . .”  

Now mind you, Tu-Tu is only 15 years old.  The same age as my son.  My next thoughts were, “Boy, I’m glad Sammy wasn’t hanging out with Tu-Tu.”  

During the next hour or two, everyone’s talking about the mechanics of the situation; how Tu-Tu’s best friend was killed about two months ago while walking down the street in broad day light, where Tu-Tu may have found the gun, or how he might have obtained the gun, and on and on.  

Soon, the conversation became slightly amusing to most of the people in the house.  Incidents of this nature have become like second nature; they don’t carry the seriousness that you would expect such bad news to carry, because it’s not as bad as it could be . . .  Events of this magnitude happen all too often, and we’ve become somewhat immune to it all.   We are used to hearing information much more dreadful; so this was like a drip in the bucket.  I’m serious.

Then, in the corner, neighborhood drunk Tyrone looks up at everyone and says, “Ya’ll are talking about this shit like it’s a f….king joke.”  “Ya’ll always pacifying that boy.”  “This sh..t ain’t no god damn joke.”   He starts cussing and giving Tu-Tu’s mother, sister and grandmother a piece of his mind.

Ok.  I’m thinking the same thing; but I wouldn’t dare say it.  Not to his grandmother and definitely not to his mother.  Especially, not after the damage is done.  What’s the point.  I should have said it a long time ago.   Tyrone has been saying it for a very long time, at least everytime he got drunk; and that’s damn near every day.

So, my sister gets really angry at Tyrone.  She tells him to get out of her house if he has to say anything bad about her grandson that she loves so much.  She screams, “You never liked him anyway.  Get the fu..ck out my house.”  

Ok, I’m thinking, “Somebody put some music on; let’s squash this shit.”

My daughter quickly puts on some music, and the conversation started to flow back to normal voice tones; everyones laughing and socializing like always.

Ok.  Today as I sat contemplating on calling my sister to ask her how the arraignment went, I’m thinking.  .  . .

You know,  Tyrone, the drunk, is a good, good friend to my sister.  We often times dismiss Tyrone the drunk, because he stays drunk so much.  But mind you, he may be a drunk, but he’s the only one, from family to friends, who has been speaking the truth to my sister. 

Everyone else has been hush hush about these types of situations.  We don’t want to cause any trouble–we don’t want to rock the boat; and we don’t want to start an argument.  But, had we stepped in some time ago and given some advice in a sober, caring and truthful manner, then Tu-Tu might be a free young man today. 

And so it’s like that so often in life; we keep closed mouth to that which we should speak up about–simply because the situation does not effect us directly, we are afraid, or we don’t want to get in other folks business.   We watch our neighborhoods go from sugar to shit, because it’s not our child, not right in our block, or we may even be afraid.  Or,  it only happens on the other side of town.  We watch our young people doomed for failure; but since it’s not our sons or daughters, we don’t bother to intervene.  Since it’s not happening right out side of our doors, we don’t stick our nose in it.  Sometimes we convince ourselves that we would be puting our lives at risk.  Or worst, we believe we can’t make a difference, so why bother.  What a shame. 

Shame on me.

Cognizant, The Cause of Unhappiness – By Mystic Healing Art

My New Year’s Resolution is to learn to leave behind all motives, causes and reasons which are not truly reasons of life.  To strive to walk the path of happiness, of peace and search for prosperity for all.   God Bless each of you, and may you have a spirit filled New Year this year and beyond. . .  Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

There are persons in this world, who  are resentful of the happiness of others, just as if happiness would harm them. Besides, they consider themselves as the only ones who deserve all goodness and make out of their own lives a tragedy of frustration and misery. And why all this happens ? Is perhaps that the person does not have capacity or abilities ? Not quite, the person might have a great capacity of intelligence but what truly happens is that there is no spirituality, there is no commitment to Peace and Love. There is, instead, an inner torment of loneliness and anxiety, for the simple and direct fact of envy…

This is an addiction, a terrible compulsion, which lacks love and which also  ignores the effort of others, while not wanting to recognize what is obvious since all effort has merit and is an achievement. The envious person has not open her heart, he/she is blind because of the terrible incapacity of valuing and respecting; this is a very lonely life,  with great confusion and small consciousness. True spirituality promotes emotional and psychological values since spirituality does not admit hypocrisies, arrogance, pride and self deceit…

Then, every one who is not happy has  to know that the reason is that he/she does not love, does not miss the need of a human family, of a universal family. But this can change, this must be overcome, this lack has to be faced, it is necessary to win over evil and search for goodness.  It is essential to exercise and practice the spiritual life, not as doctrine of loneliness , but as a living practice of communion and universal union.  Since, not being happy is path of destruction and death, total abandonment; let’s learn to leave behind, all motives, causes and reasons which are not truly reasons of life and let’s walk the path of happiness, of peace and let’s search for prosperity for all, this is truly humanism, and is spiritual consciousness.

By Mistical Healing Art

I open my heart and mind to be aware…everyone who grows up does not become an adult.

My New Year’s Resolution is to devote more time into growing into adulthood! 

There are people who walk around in grown-up bodies who are not adults.  Often they are people of advanced age and accomplishment.  They can be people you trust with your life and worldly possessions.  You may leave your children in their care.  In fact, if you are not observant, you may find yourself sleeping with one.  Because you are unaware, you expect these grown-ups to act in an adult manner.  Then, in a moment of dire need, when you you least expect it, you discover that this very grown-up person has no concept of what it means to be an adult.  The results can be quite mind-boggling! 

An adult is a person who is able to accept total responsibility for themselves and their actions.  They don’t employ excuses to cover what they have done or not done.  An adult is a person who is not afraid to say what is on their mind and say it without attacking you.  Adults have a sense of clarity that will keep them calm.  Adults will give themselves the benefit of the doubt, knowing that they are human.  Because adults accept and acknowledge their own humanness, they can accept and acknowledge yours.  Adults do not strive for perfection.  They see things as they are and accept them.  Adults do not fall apart in the face of disappointment.  They answer frustration with patience.  Adults know how to take care of their physical, mental and emotional needs, and they are able to put their needs aside in order to handle an emergency.  An adult is a person whose attention is not totally focused on their wants and needs.  God gets some attention, the adult gets some, and you can have the rest. 

Until today, you may have been confused about the difference between a grown-up and an adult.  Just for today, spend some time examining yourself to ensure you are developing adult quaities and behaviors.  ~From Iyanla Vanzant – Until Today

The Truth, The Whole Truth and Nothing But the Truth

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Sister Shirley Buxton http://shirleybuxton.wordpress.com/ blogged recently on the confessions of Mrs. Marion Jones on her use of steroids. My father advised me at a very young age, “What a wicked web we weave, when first first we try to deceive.” I’m sure that Ms. Jone’s confessions sincere, and pray that the public will show her mercy.

One of the commentors, Anna, provided an insightful link to an essay on lying, which I would like to share.

The Ways We Lie – an essay by Stephanie Ericsson

 The bank called today, and I told them my deposit was in the mail, even though I hadn’t written a check yet. It’d been a rough day. The baby I’m pregnant with decided to do aerobics on my lungs for two hours, our three-year-old daughter painted the living-room couch with lipstick, the IRS put me onhold for an hour, and I was late to a business meeting because I was tired. Itold my client that traffic had been bad. When my partner came home, his haggard face told me his day hadn’t gone any better than mine, so when he asked, “How was your day?” I said, “Oh, fine,” knowing that one more straw might break his back. A friend called and wanted to take me to lunch. I said I was busy. Four lies in the course of a day, none of which I felt the least bit guilty about. We lie. We all do. We exaggerate, we minimize, we avoid confrontation, we spare people’s feelings, we conveniently forget, we keep secrets, we justify lying to the big-guy institutions. Like most people, I indulge in small falsehoods and still think of myself as an honest person. Sure I lie, but it doesn’t hurt anything. Or does it?I once tried going a whole week without telling alie, and it was paralyzing. I discovered that telling the truth all the time is nearly impossible. It means living with some serious consequences: The bank charges me $60 in overdraft fees, my partner keels overwhen I tell him about my travails, my client fires me for telling her I didn’t feel like being on time, and my friend takes it personally when I say I’m not hungry. There must be some merit to lying. But if I justify lying, what makes me any different from slick politicians or the corporate robbers who raided the S&.L industry? Saying it’s okay to lie one way and not another is hedging. I cannot seem to escape the voice deep inside me that tells me: When someone lies,someone loses. What far-reaching consequences will I, or others, pay as a result of my lie? Will someone’s trust be destroyed? Will someone else pay my penance because I ducked out? We must consider the meaning of our actions. Deception, lies, capital crimes, and misdemeanors all carry meanings. Webster’s definition of lie is specific: 1. : a false statement or action especially made with the intent to deceive; 2. : anything that gives or is meant to give a false impression. A definition like this implies that there are many, many ways to tell a lie. Here are just a few.

The White Lie

A man who won’t lie to a woman has very little consideration for her feelings. — Bergen Evans

The white lie assumes that the truth will cause more damage than a simple, harmless untruth. Telling a friend he looks great when he looks like hell can be based on a decision that the friend needs a compliment more than a frank opinion. But, in effect, it is the liar deciding what is best for the lied to. Ultimately, it is a vote of no confidence. It is an act of subtle arrogance for anyone to decide what is best for someone else. Yet not all circumstances are quite so cut-and-dried. Take, for instance, the sergeant in Vietnam who knew one of his men was killed in action but listed him as missing so that the man’s family would receive indefinite compensation instead of the lump-sum pittance the military gives widows and children. His intent was honorable. Yet for twenty years this family kept their hopes alive, unable to move on to a new life.

Facades Et tu, Brute? —Caesar

We all put up facades to one degree or another. When I put on a suit to go to see a client, I feel as though I am putting on another face, obeying the expectation that serious businesspeople wear suits rather than sweatpants. But I’m a writer. Normally, I get up, get the kid off to school, and sit at my computer in my pajamas until four in the afternoon. When I answer the phone, the caller thinks I’m wearing a suit (though the UPS man knows better). But facades can be destructive because they are used to seduce others into an illusion. For instance, I recently realized that a former friend was a liar. He presented himself with all the right looks and the right words and offered lots of new consciousness theories, fabulous books to read, and fascinating insights.Then I did some business with him, and the time came for him to pay me. He turned out to be all talk and no walk. I heard a plethora of reasonable excuses, including in-depth descriptions of the big break around the corner. In six months of work, I saw less than a hundred bucks. When I confronted him, he raised both eyebrows and tried to convince-me that I’d heard him wrong, that he’d made no commitment to me. A simple investigation into his past revealed a crowded graveyard of disenchanted former friends.

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