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Miracles News Special Edition, September 11, 2001 |
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Inspiration for Healing Through Changing Your Mind --The articles in this newsletter are written by people from around the world who are taking their perceived problems to the Holy Spirit, and sharing their miracles stories of how their thoughts are being healed. If you have an experience of forgiveness and healing related to the events of Sept. 11, 2001, write it down and email it to office@pathwaysoflight.org. We will add it to this page to share your healing with the world. |
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The events of yesterday were a true awakening to the power of love as I tried throughout the day, sometimes without success, to project my love and join with those, whose physical lives were shattered, but whose spiritual lives live on in the Love of God. My doubts have been many and frequent, but with each thought of love, no matter how brief, my resolve strengthened. I am better able to see through the turmoil and see the Truth of Peace in all. |
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This the moment when we stop our busy lives, we stop our emotions, beliefs and values and enter our inner temple to find our Real Self, our Source of Life and Love! This is the moment when we let go of all our judgments, all our fears and guilt, and surrender to our Higher Presence. This is the moment when we accept to open our hearts and mind to receive God's Peace and Wisdom to guide us through the doubts, conflicts and evaluations of what is going on. This is the moment when we hold hands with the entire humanity and let go of our differences and sense of separatness and embrace ourselves in the One Light that created us. This is the moment when we accept to let go of any attack thought we may have cherished in the past, any condemnation that has shadowed our hearts, any guilt we have imprisoned ourselves in. This is the moment when we look at life anew and start remembering whom we all are, what we have not realized that was lacking in our life, what is the real meaning given to us by our Creator. This the moment when God extends His Eternal Love and Acceptance to us, dries our tears and suffering hearts and holds us in His Heart, comforting us all and sing for us the forgotten song. |
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This is the moment when we can bring our "enemies" and all that we judged as "guilty" to His Altar and honor them with forgiveness, knowing that we have all been away from Home crying desperately, for love, crying for help! Let us extend our forgiveness to us all, so God can be accepted in our minds and heal us. God needs our forgiveness to shower us with His Holy Peace and Light that will awake us all. Let us embrace all those who left their bodies behind and see them, not as dying beings, but as Shining Stars that just returned to the Holy Galaxy of Creation. Let us free them from pain, from sorrow, indignity, despair and agony, by holding in our minds the remembrance of who they really are and where they live forever and recognize their eternity, their safety, their invulnerability, their freedom, their brilliance and peace! Let us accept their reality so we may find ours, and save us all from this dark illusion of loss, grief and despair. May we all extend our real Self to us all on this planet and ask God to join us in this journey home, helping us to cut the chains of terror and judgment and recognize our choice for Freedom and Love! Love and Joining with all, Isabel |
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| From Costa Rica on September 11th --by Claudia Karuna | |||||||
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Dearest friends,
After a horrible day and an equally horrible night, I am alive and I am grateful. I sit out on my 20 square meters of patio. The sun is shining, the sky is a calm blue, the birds are singing all around and it seems there is peace. I hesitate to turn on the television in fear of seeing yet more horrifying images, finding out about still more terrifying news. A friend last night asked me: "What is the big deal anyway? Everyday for over thirty years we've known of the thousands of starving people in Africa and that doesn't make news anymore." My answer to that was: "In this case people are terrified that it is just the beginning of something far worse." What everyone I spoke to, no matter from what country, is most frightened about is U.S. retaliation and the possibility that this is the third world war that we all have been dreading so especially knowing that war these days could mean the annihilation of the entire planet. So far the reactions I am aware of are 10% "let's pray for world peace" and a 90% "let's pray in remembrance of the victims and their families and lets take action against the ones who are responsible". It's this 90% that makes me sit here shaking with a deep empty feeling in my gut. Dear friends, we are at the beginning of the 21st century, "to attack back" is a long outdated concept. Yet, we all agree that something must be done so, let us ask ourselves what and particularly what can be done that won't lead to anything worse. In other words, lets try to see this differently, afresh like perhaps we have never seen it before. Are you willing? Perhaps we can start from a very ancient truth that we are all one, there is no enemy "out there", the universe is an out-picturing of what is inside of us. For many who receive this email this is not a new concept, for others it will be and I ask them to bare with me, don't erase this note yet. Just for a moment be willing to open up to a new possibility. If the world out there is a mirror of what is inside of me, allow me to tell you how I see it. Terrorists have attacked the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. The root word of "terrorist" is "terror". The World Trade Center represents business, wealth, material well being. The Pentagon represents security. Lets begin with "terror". "Terror" is a primitive and most basic human emotion that we all carry as a race. We tend to speak of it as simply fear but those who have explored this emotion more deeply always describe it as "absolute profound terror". More precisely terror of death. Most of our human activities are aimed at avoiding and covering up this absolute terror of death. One of the ways we do this, especially in the West, is we accumulate material things (World Trade Center) to give us some sense of security (Pentagon). Some of us believe that if we make more money, if we have more material things, that to some degree we are safer. If we marry the right person, get the right job, have the right things, maybe we have a chance for a longer life and we won't have to face death until later. In the meantime, we try to enjoy life the best we can... Eventually things happen around us that remind us of how vulnerable we are: natural disasters, diseases, accidents, crime and last but not least terrorism. Our marriages end in divorce, our jobs get unbearably boring or inhumanely stressful, and the material things we buy deteriorate or simply become outdated. Some of us are coming to understand that our security much less our happiness cannot depend on these external limited things. Maybe the disintegration of The World Trade Center and the attack on the Pentagon are representing just this. |
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If you are willing to include the possibility that this is so then we can look at this from a totally different angle and take a radically different approach. Every crisis presents us with an opportunity. This particular situation is a golden one because it touches the whole world at the same time. Will we participate in perpetuating the terror, the horror, the dismay and in building up of our defenses that will reconfirm our fear of death or will we break free of the old patterns of the past, find out where we went wrong in our belief about who we are and where our security lays and correct our course? If we are just physical bodies fearing death we will most likely take the first, if we are more than just physical bodies there is hope for something different. If the terror of physical death has lead us where we are today then this is what we must transform and this is not something to do "out there" but something each and every one of us can do for themselves while we are doing it for the whole world. The terror of death we carry with us and we live according to, every moment of our lives, is the terror of the death of the physical body only. Would you be willing to hold in your awareness even if just for a moment the possibility that we are not physical bodies only? More and more people on the planet believe we are in reality spiritual beings, incarnated in an earth suit (our physical body), passing through this earth school (Life) for the purpose of spiritual learning. If we are spiritual beings we are immortal, invulnerable, pure indestructible love and everlasting peace. In other words, we are completely safe. To know that this is so will dramatically change the world. As far as I am concerned this is the task at hand for us all, that we may not remain helpless, shrug our shoulders and say we can do nothing. Of course this is not the way of the coward. It takes courage to face our own terror of death and to be willing to see in how many different ways we have denied it and tried to cover it up, to see how it has run our life for so long, to see how much time, money and energy we have put into trying to defend ourselves from it. I am told that by going through the terror you come out on the other side where there is the knowing that the death of the body need not be fearful and that love and light is who we really are. The immense peace we gain from knowing this makes it all worth while. So as you see, peace becomes an inner job, not something to be gained again outside, not something to be imposed on others out there. Ultimately, it is the expression of our true and deeper reality, it is who we really are, we have just spent centuries covering it up. It is possible that this is exactly what we are here in this earth school to learn, how to uncover again the truth of who we are, how to remember what we have temporarily forgotten. If, instead of outer wealth and physical security our goal becomes inner peace, all situations even ones this tragic are stepping stones to reaching that goal. If we are spiritual beings we already are complete and we really don't need much. We can spend less time, money and energy in accumulating "things" and the time, money and energy freed up we can use for much more meaningful activities: spending time with family and friends, finding ways to be of service to others, spending time in nature, finding ways to be artistically creative, all ways to get in touch with the love and the peace inside of you which is who you really are. Let the conflict we are seeing in the world be the opportunity to solve the conflicts that we have on the inside and to change our ways. Let the war we are seeing out there and the peace we are so desperately seeking outside, become the peace we already know that is inside each one of us. Yours sincerely, Claudia (Karuna) |
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| Remembering to Choose Peace --by Sharon Scheef | |||||||
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Just remembering to choose peace as often as I can. Thank you for being one of the Guiding Lights that help us to know we are home and that Love is the Law. Blessings to you, power and Light to the Christ in our World. | |
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ACIM Workbook Lesson 255 |
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LESSON 255. This day I choose to spend in perfect peace. How beautiful this lesson in the midst of my sad, sad heart. Yesterday, how I watched some people here in Pittsburgh take to panic about what was happening... and particularly after the crash 80 miles from here. My bosses' daughter kept calling during the day, desperately panic-stricken about her 4 year old son and what was occurring. She works in one of the buildings behind the government buildings in downtown Pittsburgh. It was a few hours before she was able to pick up her son. Actually, my boss picked him up first as his preschool decided to close. Most of the day, I was here at work, monitoring the Internet, listening to a San Francisco news station online as we had no radio/TV here in the Admin. office. Brian and I spoke at one point, although it was hard to get through at first on the cell phone. I was glad to connect with him. Me, I have just felt extremely sad by it all. I never panicked or rushed to school and day care to pick up my three girls. I knew that they were safe. I knew that I was safe. And I have reflected on my own thoughts/behavior throughout this situation. I see the strength that I have within. I see how to react to all of this. And that is with peace, with prayers, and with love. My oldest (almost 12) was a little disturbed that I had not picked them up early at school as so many parents had. Half of her class was gone. I explained to my older two girls that they were safe. If I had felt otherwise I would have picked them up. There is no reason to go to fear. We've had some wonderful discussion through last night and on the way to school this morning. |
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I can choose peace instead of this. It's my choice. I have yet to allow tears to flow. I know that they are there within me. My heart has cried out to ALL those involved. All I can do is send love. My bosses' son had stopped by in the early hours of this tragedy, right after the PA crash. In all of this, he stood in line at the new Krispy Kreme donut shop that had it's grand opening. He brought a touch of laughter to an otherwise difficult time. As he described the waterfall of glaze and expressed his deep joy and spiritual experience with donuts, I remembered to laugh. Only a little wall of dust still stands between you and your brother. Blow on it lightly and with happy laughter, and it will fall away. And walk into the garden love has prepared for both of you. T-18.VIII.13:6-8 What is your wall? What is your grudge with your brother? The kids and I talked about how hate begets hate. How vengeance does not solve ANYTHING. They have seen this with their own father (my older two), I have gone through harassment with him off and on as he works out his hate and vengeance towards me. There are no levels of hate. Lesson 57 (review) (34) I could see peace instead of this. And so, my Father, would I pass this day with You. 2 Your Son has not forgotten You. 3 The peace You gave him still is in his mind, and it is there I choose to spend today. |
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| Peace Story --by Bob Tite | |||||||
| It was a very bright day in Jerusalem as it often is. The sun reflected off passing vehicles with dazzling power. Streaks of white reflected sunlight washed the white walls turned blue in the shadows. As I watched I noticed a young boy crying as he walked toward me. He was coming down a side street leading toward the Palestinian district East of the gold domed mosque in the center of Jerusalem. His blue denim pants had a dark blotch all down the front of the right leg and on the left knee. I guessed it might be motor oil or was it blood. As he passed directly across from me he stopped with hands to face and sobbed uncontrollably. His silhouette washed across the wall behind him as another car passed between us. I was able to see that the stain on his jeans was wet red blood intermixed with street dust. There were greenish yellow and red stains on his white shirt. What looked like a piece of lettuce was in his hair?
I opened my car door and crossed the street moving diagonally toward him. Another car passed repeating the blue shadow washing of the white wall behind him. As I approached him he settled into a recessed doorway of a residence next to a dry cleaning business. As I stepped up on the sidewalk in front of the doorway, I could see that his hands were blood covered except where the palms and fingers had blotted up street dust. This combination of blood and street dirt had been transferred to his suntanned face everywhere except where tear streaks had washed it clean. I picked the piece of lettuce from his thick black hair. He was tall for his age. I sat down beside him and touched his hand with the side of the clear plastic bottle of spring water. He looked up suddenly, mid sob, as he realized in the first instant that I meant him no harm. I opened the still cold bottle of spring water I had purchased a few minutes earlier. I offered it to him as I noticed he was maybe 6 or 7 years old. He accepted the bottle and took three swallows. "Keep it." I said in English, as he thrust it back toward me. He coughed as he looked at me hard now realizing I was not anyone he knew or had ever seen before. He surprised me as he answered me, "Thank you very much." he said withan up state New York American accent. |
"My Mother and Daddy and my best friend Shasha were just killed in the bomb back down the street." he sobbed as the sips of water were submerged in his pain. "Where did it happen?" I asked. "I just pulled up here." I said and then waited for his reply. He caught his voice, again mid sob and said, "We just sat down in the McDonald's when the man with a beard walked in and yelled something? My Father had just turned around to face him blocking my view when the bomb happened." He said. I looked into his eyes with tears flowing from my eyes. "I couldn't see my Father's legs." He continued. "Daddy's body was on top of me when I came to. I was against another man on the floor. Blood was on the floor where Daddy's legs should be?" he sobbed. "Mommy and Shasha were gone and I couldn't find them." It was involuntary as I reached out and pulled him to me and hugged him. I was speechless as he accepted my love. What could I say about what he had just witnessed? Thank God he didn't die from flying dishes and silverware. Would that have been a blessing compared to the pain of his loss? My next thought was how would this boy ever sleep with these memories? How will he rationalize his lonely pain? Will he ever forgive the mentality that condones suicide bombers for any reason? Will he grow up full of hatred seeking revenge? My God, these acts of terrorism are insane? Then I thought about the bomber and his reasons. Was he avenging his loss of a parent or loved one? Was a helicopter launched rocket attack a faceless nightmare for him or did he fixate on a TV image of Ariel Sharon telling viewers that the Israeli people will not tolerate the killing of their citizens in their homes and all the bombings in public places taking innocent lives. What about his family's land? Oh the insanity of it all. God let them see the sanity of Peace. God forgive them for they know not what they do. Or do they? I believe they all know what they are doing, but they think it is normal they have been hating each other so long. Forgiveness is required. True forgiveness, and amends, is all that is required. True forgiveness is an extension of God's Love. |
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