ReikiSanctuary

On The Seventh Day of Christmas

This is one for the road. 
This is, probably, the last entry for the year. 

On the seventh day of Christmas, it will also be the end of 2009.  2009 has been a soul enrichment year that filled me with tremendous gratification.  Of birth and death.  Of love and quality of life.  Of lost and separation.  Of faith and belief.  Of healing and spiritual inspiration.

My gratitude and sincere thanks to all my readers, friends and families.  To those who have emailed me and shared my journey.  To those who shared a common goal to unite, transform and create a new consciousness.  To those who believed in me; accepted me for who and what I am.  To those who never stopped to guide me.  To those who crossed my path and made valuable life lessons together.

I have never stopped loving each one of you - far and near.  I have never stopped to think about you.  You are beautiful in each your own way.

I am wishing all a
'Merry Christmas'
I am wishing all a
"Happy and Rewarding New Year, 2010"

Let me end my blog for the year with a terrific story.  Yes, it is taken from a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel site.

Puppy Size

The Four Colors of Cavaliers

This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end. 

Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,' the mother told the volunteer.

'What is it she keeps asking for?' the volunteer asked.

'Puppy size!' replied the mother.

'Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for.'

'I know..... we have seen most of them, ' the mom said in frustration... 

Blenheim Cavalier Puppies

Just then Danielle came walking into the office

'Well, did you find one?' asked her mom.

'No, not this time,' Danielle said with sadness in her voice. 'Can we come back on the weekend?'

The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

Tri-Color Cavalier Puppy

'You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply,' the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. 'Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend,' she said.

Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular.

'It's this weekend or we're not looking any more,' Dad finally said in frustration.

Black n Tan Cavalier Puppy

'We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size, either,' Mom added.  

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning . By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.

Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.

Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one. One by one she said, 'Sorry, but you're not the one.'

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

Blenheim Cavalier Puppies

'Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!' She screamed with joy. 'It's the puppy size!'

'But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,' Mom said.

'No not size... The sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,' she said.  'Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!'  

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.

Ruby Cavalier Puppy

'Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,' she said. Then, holding the puppy up close to her face, she said, 'Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!'

Blenheim Cavalier

Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh.

I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear.

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! Life is too short and friends are too few.

Life is  too short to wake up with regrets.

Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.

And, let me add on:

Appreciate your family too;  love and appreciate your parents.  They are the biggest part of us.  Without them, we shall not be here and we are just nobody.

On The Seventh Day of Christmas

This is one for the road. 
This is, probably, the last entry for the year. 

On the seventh day of Christmas, it will also be the end of 2009.  2009 has been a soul enrichment year that filled me with tremendous gratification.  Of birth and death.  Of love and quality of life.  Of lost and separation.  Of faith and belief.  Of healing and spiritual inspiration.

My gratitude and sincere thanks to all my readers, friends and families.  To those who have emailed me and shared my journey.  To those who shared a common goal to unite, transform and create a new consciousness.  To those who believed in me; accepted me for who and what I am.  To those who never stopped to guide me.  To those who crossed my path and made valuable life lessons together.

I have never stopped loving each one of you - far and near.  I have never stopped to think about you.  You are beautiful in each your own way.

I am wishing all a
'Merry Christmas'
I am wishing all a
"Happy and Rewarding New Year, 2010"

Let me end my blog for the year with a terrific story.  Yes, it is taken from a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel site.

Puppy Size

The Four Colors of Cavaliers

This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end. 

Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,' the mother told the volunteer.

'What is it she keeps asking for?' the volunteer asked.

'Puppy size!' replied the mother.

'Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for.'

'I know..... we have seen most of them, ' the mom said in frustration... 

Blenheim Cavalier Puppies

Just then Danielle came walking into the office

'Well, did you find one?' asked her mom.

'No, not this time,' Danielle said with sadness in her voice. 'Can we come back on the weekend?'

The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

Tri-Color Cavalier Puppy

'You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply,' the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. 'Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend,' she said.

Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular.

'It's this weekend or we're not looking any more,' Dad finally said in frustration.

Black n Tan Cavalier Puppy

'We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size, either,' Mom added.  

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning . By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.

Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.

Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one. One by one she said, 'Sorry, but you're not the one.'

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

Blenheim Cavalier Puppies

'Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!' She screamed with joy. 'It's the puppy size!'

'But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,' Mom said.

'No not size... The sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,' she said.  'Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!'  

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.

Ruby Cavalier Puppy

'Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,' she said. Then, holding the puppy up close to her face, she said, 'Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!'

Blenheim Cavalier

Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh.

I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear.

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! Life is too short and friends are too few.

Life is  too short to wake up with regrets.

Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.

And, let me add on:

Appreciate your family too;  love and appreciate your parents.  They are the biggest part of us.  Without them, we shall not be here and we are just nobody.

Silent Night

This is my story. 
My story of reflection. 
My story of evaluation.
And, perhaps, yours too. 

I am about to make a prayer.  I am about to face myself.  I want to confront myself.  I want to wake the promise, the seedtime, and harvest my faith.  I am about to craft the light of consciousness.  About leaving the mirror and change my face.  About leaving the world alone, letting Mother Earth to be a separate entity from my soul, and change my internal conceptions.  Of myself.  Of my thoughts.  Of my consciousness.  Of my emotions.  Of my feelings.  It is about igniting the light within.  Of how I want to live with the universe within.  Of how I want to hold dear to being truthful.  Of awareness that will bring my life into being.

It is only by a change of consciousness, by actually changing the concept of myself, by magnetize paradigm, that I can be the Universe.  It is such a huge call for such manifestation.  It is such a tricky delusion to abandon and to live with deep and open conviction that I will live in miracles rather than waiting for them to happen.  It is about experiencing the results of these concepts.
 
I am going to imagine the beautiful tranquility of life with my mind basking genteely like the silent night.  Within it remains to lead all my thoughts and actions to strive to convey a manner of refinement and respectability.  Of damage control.  Of redeeming grace.  Where, with all my prayers and deep conviction, that lie is never - and should never be, in my vocabulary that I need to present to deceive myself.  Or, to all the poeple around me.  Or, a plan to cause a condition to disintegrate.  That it should even be used as part of conversation.   Nor do I have to inject white lies just to make my conscience feels good. Nor to make a conversation real.  It is just not worth it.  It is just not right.

I am going to envisage on the effectiveness of awareness that can consume my life.  That can change the paradigm of my mind.  That I must look with my heart.  As I think in my heart, so am I.  I am the arbiter of my own fate.  What I can hold in my heart, I can have it in my hands.  It is my concept of myself that determines the world in which I live in.  The concept of self is my reaction to life.  All my experiences, and those that inflicted me emotionally, are being produced by my reactions to life.  They happen through my manifestation; defined by the assumption of my concept which its principle affirms.

I am going to think just how easy to talk about myself.  Not to be ashamed and to talk about my inadequacy to acknowledge, with renewed appreciation and gratitude, that everything that is unfolded depends upon my attitude towards myself.  The light of consciousness can only happen, in all its forms and sceneries of existence, when I define the I AM concept.  Only when I can bring myself to this higher consciousness that I shall be free from the tyrannies of causes.  Free from the belief that there are causes outside of my own mind that can affect my life.

I am going to deal with my expression.  That is the right way for me to move with the light, in the direction of my dreams, and endeavour to live the life I have imagined.  I am going to reflect on the numerous topics on consciousness that have been written here in my blog.  On those faith to believe in what I will see.  Everything depends on my attitude towards myself, for that attitude alone is the necessary condition by which I shall realize my goal.  My dream.  My faith.

I am going to evaluate and turn each issue to be the foundation of faith to follow.  The changes which take place in my life is, and will be, the result of my changed concept of myself.  It will only be, through persistence, hardened into fact.  All transformation begins with an intense, burning desire to be transformed.  The first step to renew my mind shall be this desire.  Rain falls as a result of a change in temperature.  The same goes to events that befalls in my life.  All that is done by me, all that comes from me, happens as a result of my state of consciousness.  A consciousness is all that I think, desire and love, all that I believe is true and consent to.

To change, to be transformed, the whole basis of my thoughts, and feelings, must change.  These thoughts and feelings can only change unless I have new idea, for thinking and feeling are concepts of ideas.  The drama of life is a psychological one.  All the conditions, circumstances and events of life are brought to pass by my assumptions.

I cannot just be writing about issues and not understanding them.  I cannot just be writing about faith and not exercising it.  I cannot just be writing about love and not evolving around its beauty.  I cannot just be writing about positive attitudes hoping to change others but not myself.  I cannot just be writing about respect and not earning it.  I cannot just be writing about Higher Self because the essence sounds right and not living in its consciousness.  I cannot just be writing all these just to judge others.  I cannot just be writing these to empower another cause.

Simply, I should be the master of my thoughts and not slave driven.  It should be a personal reminder to measure my inner force, with heightened concentrated attention and observation, and not about, per se, moving the mountain.

The light of consciousness follows the light of my thought.  That is the phenomena of life.  When, and should, I pen down a thought here - be it about abundance, gratitude, healing, peace, love, faith, the very first thing I should reflect is upon myself.  How this particular idea, or a topic, is so important that it needs to be voiced out.  I should bring in the consciousness from where I have fallen short.  The lack that causes such an intensed desire to be highlighted.  The great secret of achievement, and conviction, is to focus the attention on the feeling of the wish fulfilled without permitting any distraction.  Any judgement.  Any negative attention.

In giving birth to all these ideals, I must have the mind that the methods of mental and spiritual knowledge are entirely different.  I should stop looking at it from the outside.  Stop comparing it with other things.  Stop analyzing it and defining it.  By thinking of it, and not becoming it by thinking from it.  Only when such an awareness is brought upon me, on entering into the experience, all its evolutions, fruits and manifestations and the consciousness would remain.  All that could be observed, afterwards, would be a higher [or lower] form of the same thing.

I should be writing because it is of vital importance to understand clearly what I want to be.  I should be writing because that is how I should live.  I should be writing about abundance because I want it.  I should be writing about love to bring in more love.  I should be writing about faith only to empower for a peaceful, joyful and loving consciousness.  I should be writing with respect to make a mark in the light of my consciousness for the next events to follow.  Consequently, what appears as circumstances or conditions, and even material objects, is really only the product of my own consciousness.

I must learn to turn from the objective appearance of things to the subjective center of things - from thinking of it to thinking from it.  I must learn to think from looking with my heart.  A paradigm is activated by attention.  The moment I think and look with my heart, consciousness is activated.  The Universe moves with motiveless necessity.  It is the paradigm, the light of consciousness, that brings focus to attention and manifestation.

When I think I am well, I am well.  When I think I am positive, I am positive.  When I think of love, I become lovable.  So is, should I think I am hate, I become hateful.  Should I think I am fear, I become fearful.  I think I can, I can.  I think I cannot, I cannot.  The arrangement of my mind is always arranged in the image of all I believe and consent to as true.  The rich man, poor man, a happy couple, a brokenhearted soul are not different minds, but different arrangements of the same mind.  I become what I think about.  I must be conscious of being loved when I know what love is.  I must be conscious of being healthy when I know what health is.  I must be conscious of being respected when I know what respect is.

Creation, all that mankind ever was or ever will be, exists now.  The whole of creation exists in me.  It is my journey, in the power of awareness, to be in deeper receptiveness for the entire contents of time and space to coexist in an infinite and eternal now.

I must take charge of all the consciousness that I bring into myself, and not merely talk about it or look at it.  To transform a new and greater value of myself, I must assume that I already are what I want to be and then live by faith in this assumption.

When I say 'I love you', I just love you.  When I say 'Watch your thought', I am watching mine too.  When I say 'I shall pray for you', I fold my emotions within till they become one colour and substance with yours.  This is the state of consciousness in the absolute fidelity to the assumption that I desire to be.  This is what wholeness means.  What integrity means.  I must submit to the consciousness of words to become who I want to be.  I want to be in the creation of truth.  I want to live an honest life.  I want to embrace the route that truth follows.

What a synchronicity!

Synchronicity One:

As I am filled with a desire writing this entry, somewhere in my neighbourhood, someone is singing 'Amazing Grace'.  Am I now found that once I was lost?  Am Grace now will lead me home?  Is "the Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures"?

Synchronicity Two:

Received this email about "God on the Mountain".  The Universe is, indeed, watching and accompanying me.  When this writing started, I told myself that I will imagine its creation from the mountain.  The mountain has been synonymous to my inner force.  It is a place I felt tremendous peace of I AM.  It is a place I take refuge from the 'down in the valley of trials and temptaions' - perhaps, even lies.

Enjoy This Beautiful Music
and its profound lyrics
[Turn on the volume; Close your eyes]
**************************************
God Of The Mountain
- Lynda Randle

God Of The Mountain - Lynda Randle

Lyrics:

Life is easy
when you're up on the mountain
And you've got peace of mind
like you've never known

But things change
when you're down in the valley
Don't lose faith
for you're never alone

For the God on the mountain
is still God in the valley
When things go wrong
He'll make them right

And the God of the good times
is still God in the bad times
The God of the day
is still God in the night

You talk of faith
when you're up on the mountain
But talk comes so easy
when life's at its best

Now it's down in the valley
of trials and temptations
That's where your faith
is really put to the test

For the God on the mountain
is still God in the valley
When things go wrong,
He'll make them right

And the God of the good times
is still God in the bad times
The God of the day
is still God in the night
The God of the day
is still the God in the night

Silent Night

This is my story. 
My story of reflection. 
My story of evaluation.
And, perhaps, yours too. 

I am about to make a prayer.  I am about to face myself.  I want to confront myself.  I want to wake the promise, the seedtime, and harvest my faith.  I am about to craft the light of consciousness.  About leaving the mirror and change my face.  About leaving the world alone, letting Mother Earth to be a separate entity from my soul, and change my internal conceptions.  Of myself.  Of my thoughts.  Of my consciousness.  Of my emotions.  Of my feelings.  It is about igniting the light within.  Of how I want to live with the universe within.  Of how I want to hold dear to being truthful.  Of awareness that will bring my life into being.

It is only by a change of consciousness, by actually changing the concept of myself, by magnetize paradigm, that I can be the Universe.  It is such a huge call for such manifestation.  It is such a tricky delusion to abandon and to live with deep and open conviction that I will live in miracles rather than waiting for them to happen.  It is about experiencing the results of these concepts.
 
I am going to imagine the beautiful tranquility of life with my mind basking genteely like the silent night.  Within it remains to lead all my thoughts and actions to strive to convey a manner of refinement and respectability.  Of damage control.  Of redeeming grace.  Where, with all my prayers and deep conviction, that lie is never - and should never be, in my vocabulary that I need to present to deceive myself.  Or, to all the poeple around me.  Or, a plan to cause a condition to disintegrate.  That it should even be used as part of conversation.   Nor do I have to inject white lies just to make my conscience feels good. Nor to make a conversation real.  It is just not worth it.  It is just not right.

I am going to envisage on the effectiveness of awareness that can consume my life.  That can change the paradigm of my mind.  That I must look with my heart.  As I think in my heart, so am I.  I am the arbiter of my own fate.  What I can hold in my heart, I can have it in my hands.  It is my concept of myself that determines the world in which I live in.  The concept of self is my reaction to life.  All my experiences, and those that inflicted me emotionally, are being produced by my reactions to life.  They happen through my manifestation; defined by the assumption of my concept which its principle affirms.

I am going to think just how easy to talk about myself.  Not to be ashamed and to talk about my inadequacy to acknowledge, with renewed appreciation and gratitude, that everything that is unfolded depends upon my attitude towards myself.  The light of consciousness can only happen, in all its forms and sceneries of existence, when I define the I AM concept.  Only when I can bring myself to this higher consciousness that I shall be free from the tyrannies of causes.  Free from the belief that there are causes outside of my own mind that can affect my life.

I am going to deal with my expression.  That is the right way for me to move with the light, in the direction of my dreams, and endeavour to live the life I have imagined.  I am going to reflect on the numerous topics on consciousness that have been written here in my blog.  On those faith to believe in what I will see.  Everything depends on my attitude towards myself, for that attitude alone is the necessary condition by which I shall realize my goal.  My dream.  My faith.

I am going to evaluate and turn each issue to be the foundation of faith to follow.  The changes which take place in my life is, and will be, the result of my changed concept of myself.  It will only be, through persistence, hardened into fact.  All transformation begins with an intense, burning desire to be transformed.  The first step to renew my mind shall be this desire.  Rain falls as a result of a change in temperature.  The same goes to events that befalls in my life.  All that is done by me, all that comes from me, happens as a result of my state of consciousness.  A consciousness is all that I think, desire and love, all that I believe is true and consent to.

To change, to be transformed, the whole basis of my thoughts, and feelings, must change.  These thoughts and feelings can only change unless I have new idea, for thinking and feeling are concepts of ideas.  The drama of life is a psychological one.  All the conditions, circumstances and events of life are brought to pass by my assumptions.

I cannot just be writing about issues and not understanding them.  I cannot just be writing about faith and not exercising it.  I cannot just be writing about love and not evolving around its beauty.  I cannot just be writing about positive attitudes hoping to change others but not myself.  I cannot just be writing about respect and not earning it.  I cannot just be writing about Higher Self because the essence sounds right and not living in its consciousness.  I cannot just be writing all these just to judge others.  I cannot just be writing these to empower another cause.

Simply, I should be the master of my thoughts and not slave driven.  It should be a personal reminder to measure my inner force, with heightened concentrated attention and observation, and not about, per se, moving the mountain.

The light of consciousness follows the light of my thought.  That is the phenomena of life.  When, and should, I pen down a thought here - be it about abundance, gratitude, healing, peace, love, faith, the very first thing I should reflect is upon myself.  How this particular idea, or a topic, is so important that it needs to be voiced out.  I should bring in the consciousness from where I have fallen short.  The lack that causes such an intensed desire to be highlighted.  The great secret of achievement, and conviction, is to focus the attention on the feeling of the wish fulfilled without permitting any distraction.  Any judgement.  Any negative attention.

In giving birth to all these ideals, I must have the mind that the methods of mental and spiritual knowledge are entirely different.  I should stop looking at it from the outside.  Stop comparing it with other things.  Stop analyzing it and defining it.  By thinking of it, and not becoming it by thinking from it.  Only when such an awareness is brought upon me, on entering into the experience, all its evolutions, fruits and manifestations and the consciousness would remain.  All that could be observed, afterwards, would be a higher [or lower] form of the same thing.

I should be writing because it is of vital importance to understand clearly what I want to be.  I should be writing because that is how I should live.  I should be writing about abundance because I want it.  I should be writing about love to bring in more love.  I should be writing about faith only to empower for a peaceful, joyful and loving consciousness.  I should be writing with respect to make a mark in the light of my consciousness for the next events to follow.  Consequently, what appears as circumstances or conditions, and even material objects, is really only the product of my own consciousness.

I must learn to turn from the objective appearance of things to the subjective center of things - from thinking of it to thinking from it.  I must learn to think from looking with my heart.  A paradigm is activated by attention.  The moment I think and look with my heart, consciousness is activated.  The Universe moves with motiveless necessity.  It is the paradigm, the light of consciousness, that brings focus to attention and manifestation.

When I think I am well, I am well.  When I think I am positive, I am positive.  When I think of love, I become lovable.  So is, should I think I am hate, I become hateful.  Should I think I am fear, I become fearful.  I think I can, I can.  I think I cannot, I cannot.  The arrangement of my mind is always arranged in the image of all I believe and consent to as true.  The rich man, poor man, a happy couple, a brokenhearted soul are not different minds, but different arrangements of the same mind.  I become what I think about.  I must be conscious of being loved when I know what love is.  I must be conscious of being healthy when I know what health is.  I must be conscious of being respected when I know what respect is.

Creation, all that mankind ever was or ever will be, exists now.  The whole of creation exists in me.  It is my journey, in the power of awareness, to be in deeper receptiveness for the entire contents of time and space to coexist in an infinite and eternal now.

I must take charge of all the consciousness that I bring into myself, and not merely talk about it or look at it.  To transform a new and greater value of myself, I must assume that I already are what I want to be and then live by faith in this assumption.

When I say 'I love you', I just love you.  When I say 'Watch your thought', I am watching mine too.  When I say 'I shall pray for you', I fold my emotions within till they become one colour and substance with yours.  This is the state of consciousness in the absolute fidelity to the assumption that I desire to be.  This is what wholeness means.  What integrity means.  I must submit to the consciousness of words to become who I want to be.  I want to be in the creation of truth.  I want to live an honest life.  I want to embrace the route that truth follows.

What a synchronicity!

Synchronicity One:

As I am filled with a desire writing this entry, somewhere in my neighbourhood, someone is singing 'Amazing Grace'.  Am I now found that once I was lost?  Am Grace now will lead me home?  Is "the Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures"?

Synchronicity Two:

Received this email about "God on the Mountain".  The Universe is, indeed, watching and accompanying me.  When this writing started, I told myself that I will imagine its creation from the mountain.  The mountain has been synonymous to my inner force.  It is a place I felt tremendous peace of I AM.  It is a place I take refuge from the 'down in the valley of trials and temptaions' - perhaps, even lies.

Enjoy This Beautiful Music
and its profound lyrics
[Turn on the volume; Close your eyes]
**************************************
God Of The Mountain
- Lynda Randle

God Of The Mountain - Lynda Randle

Lyrics:

Life is easy
when you're up on the mountain
And you've got peace of mind
like you've never known

But things change
when you're down in the valley
Don't lose faith
for you're never alone

For the God on the mountain
is still God in the valley
When things go wrong
He'll make them right

And the God of the good times
is still God in the bad times
The God of the day
is still God in the night

You talk of faith
when you're up on the mountain
But talk comes so easy
when life's at its best

Now it's down in the valley
of trials and temptations
That's where your faith
is really put to the test

For the God on the mountain
is still God in the valley
When things go wrong,
He'll make them right

And the God of the good times
is still God in the bad times
The God of the day
is still God in the night
The God of the day
is still the God in the night

What Child Is This

Of late, I have been having a little desire to own another 'Little Ruby' for yet another significant and constant part of my life.  To fill Reiki Sanctuary to return to the source of comfort and companionship, of unconditional love and acceptance, of fun and joy.  To let the Sanctuary be filled with bouncing, jumping, tail wagging, face licking bundle of happiness.  Afterall, it is said, every dogs love their masters much more than they could for themselves.  They give us unconditional love, just as God does, and remind us daily that we too can love this way if we choose.

Ruby [November 2009]

I dreamed of her the other day.  She was in my arms and I was giving Reiki to her.  That, was not the first time.  In another dream, she was with my late parents and we were having a feast.  I often dream of Ruby  whenever I have the intention to make a connection with her.  She would usually appear in good health, much younger and there would always be a feeling of love, peace and joy.

Perhaps, Ruby is reminding me to live my life.  To share joy, energy and enthusiasm.  To play, laugh and enjoy just being alive.  To live lives with a smiling face and open arms just as she did with her wagging tail.  To appreciate a glorious gift from God to myself, my loved ones and everyone else to make this world a better place just by being in it.

It is a good sign that I am having the birth of this desire.  My grief for her has come to a new beginning.  Time has allowed me to work through my grief and loss.  A new height for yet another journey.  Though there would always be silent sorrow - afterall, Ruby had been very special to me who brought the meaning of acceptance and life (haste from within personal reasons), my heart is slowly filled with peace.  Where I previously thought that I would never be thinking of having another pet - yes! Ruby is irreplaceable, time is now connecting me with river of life to love, joy, healing, forgiveness, patience, courage and gratitude.

Life with Ruby had been a deep emotional bond.  It was a devotion.  Some of my dearest friends are rather weary about my new desire.  There is, definitely, a reason for what I want.  I may not know of it now.   Nor would I be guided to make certainty with life choices in the beacon for another life lesson.  While these friends felt that I would be derpived of my personal freedom, it only shows that I am having too much of it in hand.  Life with Ruby had proven, to them and myself, that I am capable of devoting to build a relationship.  And, I could sacrifice an opportunity for the sake of the people I want to love and care.

Perhaps, I am being given yet another sign to live a moderate life.  To be who I am.  To embrace endearment of what is in my hand.  To have faith.  To treasure the beauty and love of all the people that have been important to me.  My dearest indigo friend made a wise remark to caution me, saying something like "do not get little Ruby if you are going to make comparisons".  It did knock deep into my conscience.  Perhaps, the next challenge in my life is about the awareness of moving forward.  Of acknowledgement that every soul is unique and each is not about to take the place of another.

Little new Ruby, when the day comes, would be about coming home to what I used to be.  To who my soul finds comfort.  It will be another loving child that will rest on my lap in all hours.  Ruby had been a huge part of my life since the first day I met her.  Over the years, she changed my life.  I travelled less.  I socialised less.  She was my world.  She was the queen of my heart.  I had always felt loved.  I always felt joy.  I spent most of my time with her.  She had always been there with, and for, me.  And, there was never a regret.

Little new Ruby, when the day comes, will be a sign that I have moved forward.  Of an acquisition to build a life rather than looking backward.  Of an awareness to be mindful of the many wonderful gifts about life.

Few days after Ruby crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge, I communicated with her.  She said "I will always be there amongst the triangle of stars watching over you".  I saw the triangle of stars.  Few days ago, when I was in the company of a dearest indigo friend sitting at the balcony, the stars appeared again at the same old spot.  Only this time, there was another tiny star outside the triangle.  I casually remarked to him there was an Angel.  I felt peaceful.

Everyday, for the last few weeks, I would be googling for a blenheim Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.  It is the only breed and colour that I love. It is the only breed that I would want, again.  Perhaps, it is because of the 'Kiss of Buddha" marking; the blenheim spot on top of their head.  Perhaps, such a named marking resonates with my spiritual search within me. 

No, it is not about to have Ruby lookalike.  No, it is not about reliving Ruby.  Yes, I am very much aware of the breed's health issues.  Yes, I know of its temperament, of how highly affectionate this breed seeks.  Of how it will never become street-wise.

I would be reading about the breed.  Reading about cavalier puppies for sale.  Reading about cavalier owners.  Reading about cavalier rescues.  Everyday, I would think of going to a pet shop just to see cavalier puppies.  It was the same thing I did after I decided to get a cavalier almost nine years ago.  The only diffrence, this time, is calmness.

I can't help but to wonder what child is this that keeps drawing me to own it.  Though there is always a price for loving this child deeply, the courageous act will definitely bring positive hope to life.  Perhaps, it is about owning the life lesson to take responsibility and love, to interact with others, beyond the unconditional love and affection.  Perhaps.  Perhaps.  Perhaps.

What Child Are These
[Bundle of Joy]

- Video taken from an Australian breeder's site [which I cannot recall now]

Cavalier Puppies

What Child Is This

Of late, I have been having a little desire to own another 'Little Ruby' for yet another significant and constant part of my life.  To fill Reiki Sanctuary to return to the source of comfort and companionship, of unconditional love and acceptance, of fun and joy.  To let the Sanctuary be filled with bouncing, jumping, tail wagging, face licking bundle of happiness.  Afterall, it is said, every dogs love their masters much more than they could for themselves.  They give us unconditional love, just as God does, and remind us daily that we too can love this way if we choose.

Ruby [November 2009]

I dreamed of her the other day.  She was in my arms and I was giving Reiki to her.  That, was not the first time.  In another dream, she was with my late parents and we were having a feast.  I often dream of Ruby  whenever I have the intention to make a connection with her.  She would usually appear in good health, much younger and there would always be a feeling of love, peace and joy.

Perhaps, Ruby is reminding me to live my life.  To share joy, energy and enthusiasm.  To play, laugh and enjoy just being alive.  To live lives with a smiling face and open arms just as she did with her wagging tail.  To appreciate a glorious gift from God to myself, my loved ones and everyone else to make this world a better place just by being in it.

It is a good sign that I am having the birth of this desire.  My grief for her has come to a new beginning.  Time has allowed me to work through my grief and loss.  A new height for yet another journey.  Though there would always be silent sorrow - afterall, Ruby had been very special to me who brought the meaning of acceptance and life (haste from within personal reasons), my heart is slowly filled with peace.  Where I previously thought that I would never be thinking of having another pet - yes! Ruby is irreplaceable, time is now connecting me with river of life to love, joy, healing, forgiveness, patience, courage and gratitude.

Life with Ruby had been a deep emotional bond.  It was a devotion.  Some of my dearest friends are rather weary about my new desire.  There is, definitely, a reason for what I want.  I may not know of it now.   Nor would I be guided to make certainty with life choices in the beacon for another life lesson.  While these friends felt that I would be derpived of my personal freedom, it only shows that I am having too much of it in hand.  Life with Ruby had proven, to them and myself, that I am capable of devoting to build a relationship.  And, I could sacrifice an opportunity for the sake of the people I want to love and care.

Perhaps, I am being given yet another sign to live a moderate life.  To be who I am.  To embrace endearment of what is in my hand.  To have faith.  To treasure the beauty and love of all the people that have been important to me.  My dearest indigo friend made a wise remark to caution me, saying something like "do not get little Ruby if you are going to make comparisons".  It did knock deep into my conscience.  Perhaps, the next challenge in my life is about the awareness of moving forward.  Of acknowledgement that every soul is unique and each is not about to take the place of another.

Little new Ruby, when the day comes, would be about coming home to what I used to be.  To who my soul finds comfort.  It will be another loving child that will rest on my lap in all hours.  Ruby had been a huge part of my life since the first day I met her.  Over the years, she changed my life.  I travelled less.  I socialised less.  She was my world.  She was the queen of my heart.  I had always felt loved.  I always felt joy.  I spent most of my time with her.  She had always been there with, and for, me.  And, there was never a regret.

Little new Ruby, when the day comes, will be a sign that I have moved forward.  Of an acquisition to build a life rather than looking backward.  Of an awareness to be mindful of the many wonderful gifts about life.

Few days after Ruby crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge, I communicated with her.  She said "I will always be there amongst the triangle of stars watching over you".  I saw the triangle of stars.  Few days ago, when I was in the company of a dearest indigo friend sitting at the balcony, the stars appeared again at the same old spot.  Only this time, there was another tiny star outside the triangle.  I casually remarked to him there was an Angel.  I felt peaceful.

Everyday, for the last few weeks, I would be googling for a blenheim Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.  It is the only breed and colour that I love. It is the only breed that I would want, again.  Perhaps, it is because of the 'Kiss of Buddha" marking; the blenheim spot on top of their head.  Perhaps, such a named marking resonates with my spiritual search within me. 

No, it is not about to have Ruby lookalike.  No, it is not about reliving Ruby.  Yes, I am very much aware of the breed's health issues.  Yes, I know of its temperament, of how highly affectionate this breed seeks.  Of how it will never become street-wise.

I would be reading about the breed.  Reading about cavalier puppies for sale.  Reading about cavalier owners.  Reading about cavalier rescues.  Everyday, I would think of going to a pet shop just to see cavalier puppies.  It was the same thing I did after I decided to get a cavalier almost nine years ago.  The only diffrence, this time, is calmness.

I can't help but to wonder what child is this that keeps drawing me to own it.  Though there is always a price for loving this child deeply, the courageous act will definitely bring positive hope to life.  Perhaps, it is about owning the life lesson to take responsibility and love, to interact with others, beyond the unconditional love and affection.  Perhaps.  Perhaps.  Perhaps.

What Child Are These
[Bundle of Joy]

- Video taken from an Australian breeder's site [which I cannot recall now]

Cavalier Puppies

The Twelfth of Never

I love the month of December.  Not only of the rainy season and the cold weather that bring about a feeling of ease, there is unspeakable peace about the month.  Perhaps, it is about an end of a year to close yet another chapter of our lives and the beginning to new hopes that will transcend higher reason to live on.  Perhaps, it is about a period to bless and be blessed.  Of letting go and renewing faith with expectation of another fulfillment.  It is the unquestioned surrender to the will for bigger hopefuls.

December is the month that I would start to spring clean.  Of throwing old things that are no longer needed nor provided to serve me further.  I start to look into folder and files and discard old correspondences that only made the arch files thicker.  I would defrag my computer hard disk after deleting and removing many old data that I don't even can remember having them.  Every storage spaces, every cabinets in the house are not spared.  Basically, it is a renewed opportunity to gain access to develop new energies.

The intention is for plain truth.  That, it is about to create abundance.  It has nothing to do with greed but to live a life that is meant to be.  We create sacred space for it to be filled; we give away what we got as not to hoard our mind to free it from burnout.  Clearing spaces - be it physical tangible items or intangible ideas, is about a forced spiritual secret to manifest abundance.  It is a conscious act to remove debt karma.

Don't get me wrong but spring cleaning is about gratitude to things I once owned.  Of how each of these things had given me the vehicle to act and react.  Of how those things were the prosperity, at any given time, in my journey.  Each had served a divine purpose strengthening consciousness and attracting synchronicity to all things good.

The Universe cannot put good into my hand until I let go of what I am holding in it.  The lifespan, between birth and death, for faith to become reality.  Quality is ever more important than quantity.  Only when we learn to treasure, and understand it, that the Universe will amplify the virtue into circumstance.

Faith is heartfelt and it becomes reality only when we focus on the Real.  Keeping unwanted things and forgetting to provide them with love and attention, while they lie hidden from our sight, is as good as nothing.  Cherish is all about affection and tenderness, of holding dear.  But, when our old things are left unattended for long period of time, only to be found while clearing the mess, it is an act of disrespect. 

The key of the kingdom to the Law of Vacuum is in keeping an uncluttered and organized environment.  When we start to clear unwanted things, we are in a state of plentiful consciousness.  Abundance is generated when we play along with the fluctuations of life instead of fighting to hold things forever.

December is also a resurrection month.  It is the time of year to review to take in stocks of past actions.  Past thoughts.  Past events.  Of forgiving what had gone wrong and letting go.  Karl Marx wrote "Life is not determined by consciousness but consciousness by life".  The quality of the life we live is about to improve our living conditions.  The emphasis is on the need to perform the right action determined from the God consciousness within, to work done through wisdom.

There is a silent comfort about December.  To me, it is a mutually exclusive month motivated by a visualised target to long and to strive for better things.  It is a one-pointed determination to revitalise the course of a man's life.  It is a period of 31 days to perceive the relationship between oneself and one's environment, only of love and happiness and faith.

The Twelfth of Never

I love the month of December.  Not only of the rainy season and the cold weather that bring about a feeling of ease, there is unspeakable peace about the month.  Perhaps, it is about an end of a year to close yet another chapter of our lives and the beginning to new hopes that will transcend higher reason to live on.  Perhaps, it is about a period to bless and be blessed.  Of letting go and renewing faith with expectation of another fulfillment.  It is the unquestioned surrender to the will for bigger hopefuls.

December is the month that I would start to spring clean.  Of throwing old things that are no longer needed nor provided to serve me further.  I start to look into folder and files and discard old correspondences that only made the arch files thicker.  I would defrag my computer hard disk after deleting and removing many old data that I don't even can remember having them.  Every storage spaces, every cabinets in the house are not spared.  Basically, it is a renewed opportunity to gain access to develop new energies.

The intention is for plain truth.  That, it is about to create abundance.  It has nothing to do with greed but to live a life that is meant to be.  We create sacred space for it to be filled; we give away what we got as not to hoard our mind to free it from burnout.  Clearing spaces - be it physical tangible items or intangible ideas, is about a forced spiritual secret to manifest abundance.  It is a conscious act to remove debt karma.

Don't get me wrong but spring cleaning is about gratitude to things I once owned.  Of how each of these things had given me the vehicle to act and react.  Of how those things were the prosperity, at any given time, in my journey.  Each had served a divine purpose strengthening consciousness and attracting synchronicity to all things good.

The Universe cannot put good into my hand until I let go of what I am holding in it.  The lifespan, between birth and death, for faith to become reality.  Quality is ever more important than quantity.  Only when we learn to treasure, and understand it, that the Universe will amplify the virtue into circumstance.

Faith is heartfelt and it becomes reality only when we focus on the Real.  Keeping unwanted things and forgetting to provide them with love and attention, while they lie hidden from our sight, is as good as nothing.  Cherish is all about affection and tenderness, of holding dear.  But, when our old things are left unattended for long period of time, only to be found while clearing the mess, it is an act of disrespect. 

The key of the kingdom to the Law of Vacuum is in keeping an uncluttered and organized environment.  When we start to clear unwanted things, we are in a state of plentiful consciousness.  Abundance is generated when we play along with the fluctuations of life instead of fighting to hold things forever.

December is also a resurrection month.  It is the time of year to review to take in stocks of past actions.  Past thoughts.  Past events.  Of forgiving what had gone wrong and letting go.  Karl Marx wrote "Life is not determined by consciousness but consciousness by life".  The quality of the life we live is about to improve our living conditions.  The emphasis is on the need to perform the right action determined from the God consciousness within, to work done through wisdom.

There is a silent comfort about December.  To me, it is a mutually exclusive month motivated by a visualised target to long and to strive for better things.  It is a one-pointed determination to revitalise the course of a man's life.  It is a period of 31 days to perceive the relationship between oneself and one's environment, only of love and happiness and faith.