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“Do you remember that scene in the kitchen at your home when you were seven years old?”

“Funny you should mention that my friend. It came in a dream a few days ago. I had forgotten it until then. Now I remember it as though it were yesterday; fifty years ago yesterday.”

“Don’t keep me waiting my young friend.”

The younger man laughed and looked back into his past to the scene featuring his mother and younger sisters. Just tall enough to lean on the ‘twin-tub’ washing machine. He stared out of the window at the blue sky and sunshine reflecting from the windows of the houses on the new estate. Mother was laying down rules, rules that would become integral to his being.

“I can’t remember those rules, but I know they are in here somewhere.” He tapped his chest. “The problem is, the world has changed and most of those rules have become obsolete. They became so many years ago and I know I deleted a few because doing so brought about conflict and ill-feeling. Mother, I’m afraid, took things personally, she didn’t see the big picture that became my life and the path I had to follow.”

“Such as?”

“Oh, my belief going to confession was an unnecessary ritual. I used to invent sins I’d committed, so I had something to offer the priest. Also, I objected going to High Mass on a Sunday. Delivered in Latin, I didn’t understand a word.”

“So, you didn’t like the church?”

“It wasn’t as simple as that. The priests and nuns frightened me; they wielded terrible power to strike me down to the depths of hell for my blasphemous thoughts. Thoughts that left an indelible stain on my soul.”

“Do you still feel that way?”

The young man laughed again, with much humour.

“No, no, far from it. I see every place of worship as a sanctuary where we can reach out to our higher selves. I know my childhood thoughts have left no permanent marks on my soul. I am as I am.”

“What are these other rules you mentioned?”

“There lies a problem. I remember adult discussions about work that no longer hold true. Debate about how life should run. You know? Get a good education, work for a local employer, get married, have children, work more, retire, die.

People still live this way because they don’t want to question the status quo. It’s not how we’re supposed to live. There is no individual blueprint globally available.”

“That’s a bold statement.”

“Perhaps, but only for those who follow the path of another rather than the path of their soul.”

“Please continue my young friend.”

“Sorry, I’m looking forward to getting back to my work. Later perhaps.

The young man walked through the light, whistling a joyful tune, sending waves of love and gratitude in his wake.

So many questions

Listening to Lyre Le Temps on a loop is a great way to connect. It’s wonderful swing music that at the right volume you can find a partner or a few and dance the night or day away. Reduce the volume just a little, put on a good set of headphones, write and be amazed at how the ideas flow and your fingers dance across the keyboard. You think I’m joking? Try it and find out for yourself.

That said, I’d better give you something that matters otherwise you might think I’m a fraud. Fact is, I’m a lot like you. We are beings of planet earth living in the twenty first century and it’s way past time we stood up and made a difference. You see there are amazing things going on in our world. Sadly though, there’s other stuff we may not approve of. But who are you or I to judge? How much attention are you paying to your own life? Is it right to judge? Are our judgments self-reflections? So many questions.

Well, I have a few too, but you’re not necessarily going to like them. Do you know somebody who judges? Guilty as charged, I’ve caught myself judging him too. My guess is that I have something he wants, and he has a little of something I want. How often do we catch ourselves envying somebody else because they own a flash car while you don’t? More time to party while we must work?

This stuff is rife through our societies and all the way to what we call the top. Presidents threatening leaders of other countries with nuclear weapons. “I’m bigger than you and I could blow you to pieces if I felt like it.” Ouch Mr President, what about the families who would do away with guns and arms in a heart-beat if it were up to them? Would you really obliterate innocent people who have a tough enough time feeding their families, never mind putting up with a regime they might not like?

Playground threats make none of us better than the next kid. We are all learning and growing in our own connected ways. Yes, connected, like it or not. It’s the way of things so there’s no point beating me up about it. Switch off your ego for five minutes, open your heart; you’ll see what I mean. But don’t forget to leave your baggage at the door. It’ll be there when you get back, I promise. You may find a new perspective on how to deal with things though.

No, I’m not talking about Zen meditation or a course that will cost next months food allowance. Ten minutes each day (twenty if you can spare the time from Social Media) spent in a relaxed state of perspective shifting meditation and no fees involved. Come on, give it a go. Somebody might thank you. Your Higher Self would applaud your efforts and celebrate.

There is plenty of meditational material around on The Internet, free guided meditations, instructions, relaxing music to accompany your own meditations. Give it a go; it makes a huge difference. If you can wait a few days until I get the technical elements sorted out, I will share one of my own daily meditations with you.

Send an email to authorstevecostello@gmail.com and I’ll send you the link as soon as it’s ready.

With Love, Peace and Light,

Steve

 

Conundrum

“It’s a strange thing being accused of something I didn’t witness or have any involvement. Stranger still that my accusers absolutely believe I am responsible despite my honest explanation of the little I know.”

The young man looked upset, mystified and unusually withdrawn.

“Have they accused you of taking something valuable my friend?”

Laughter without mirth.

“Three or four small pieces of metal with sharp spikes to deter my daughter’s kittens and our old family cat from walking across his balcony wall.”

“He would harm another living creature?”

“Oh, I doubt he would see it like that, but yes, I believe he would.”

“Did you know these offensive pieces of metal were on that wall?”

“Yes, I did. As did several other people who care for cats.  We live in a small village, news travels.”

“So, tell me my young friend. What part have you played in this incident?”

The young man wandered to the edge of the precipice and looked across mountains and valleys. The silver reflection of a river snaked along the valleys, fading to a thin grey line until the eye could no longer discern river from land. He turned back to face his friend.

“Although I know the truth of what happened to the spikes, I had no involvement. Sharing what I know may have brought wrath upon another and I didn’t wish to handle that. My instinct was to protect.”

This may sound strange, but when the young man looked at the wise old man he always saw a young image. There was no telling how old he was but no matter what, he always seemed young and full of love, life and vitality. Age in our regular, mundane sense, is of no consequence and when he talks; the younger man hears and understands every word. There is never any doubt but sometimes his words bring long periods of thought and reflection.

“You sense something deeper at work?”

The young man laughed, this time with humour.

“For a change I have an instant response. The man with the spikes and his wife have something far deeper going on. Something they have carried for a great length of time which they have tried to bury and ignore. This something isn’t shared, it’s different for each. It’s as though a darkness cloaks their true being but, they are so used to it that the truth is far away like the source of that river. They need to ask for a sword of light to cleanse their pain.”

“How will they do that?”

“I’ve sent compassion, love and light but I don’t think it will be enough. They need a physical helping hand.”

“This may be a great opportunity to make new friends, but I see your problem. You are the bad guy, they believe you took their spikes. To share the truth may harm another. A difficult conundrum.”

Connecting

When he grounded himself to our beautiful earth and connected with the healing energies beyond, nothing could shake him from his path. Leaning against a Holm oak, the rough bark massaged his back. A waterfall gushed from his root chakra and thundered through the earth to the core where he felt at one with the planet and happy to be alive.

Breathing in; the rush of earth energy pushed through both feet into his legs and beyond. The out breath opened his crown chakra to receive strength from the limitless supply of healing energy the canopy above the earth freely presented. Breathing in, earth and cosmic energies mingled and washed away the nuggets of difficulty collected on his life path, back down the cascade from his root chakra.

In this moment he is invincible. The old man watched, smiling at his friend until the younger man recognised him.

“How long does it take you to connect with those energies my friend?”

“Oh, you’re not asking a philosophical question for a change!” The young man laughed, completely at ease.

“I suppose it takes less than a minute.” Why do you ask?

“Many could enjoy your instruction.”

“There are many with need. I know that, but people see what I do and call it things it is not.”

“So, tell the world exactly what you do and why. Show them the benefits. It is a gift given to you that you should share.”

The young man faced the tree and looked into its branches.

“They shoot off in so many directions but ultimately every branch seeks the light.”

“Yes, and so it is with people my young friend. They seek the light even though some appear to have forgotten that aspect of their journey.”

“Hardly surprising when they allow their material needs to outweigh those of their spirit.”

The old man leaned against a larger tree. “My tree is bigger than yours.”

“In that case, I will grow one even larger.”

A serious look wiped away the old mans smile. “This is the way for many. The best 3D TV money can buy is the competition they wrap themselves in. Before they know it, there is no substance to their lives; they have no experiences to speak of and one day they become old and weary.”

“So, they need experiences, not things.”

“Indeed, my friend and there is no price tag we can assign to those.”

“And, one experience often leads to another. I can identify with that. Perhaps my instruction will light the way; I will find ways to connect and share what I know.”

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