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Some days so much happens that's mystical, marvellous, or magical, it's tough to choose which to use for the blog. Much is left out. Other days, even more happens, and it's tough to find time to blog even one event. The past days were like this, full-on and amazing.
San Miguel de Allende, in Mexico, has a high US population. I met many from Austin, who became friends after my series of lectures there. It's been good to catch up with such beautiful people. Here's one story from the past days.
Luticia opened the door to her spectacular apartment overlooking down-town Austin. She looked angelically beautiful. 'I'm just about to liquidise a home-made vegetable soup.' she said.
I love my soups, and always use the biggest pot, filled to the top with a mix of fresh vegetables and herbs. Friends often arrive as the pot boils, especially on a cold English winter’s day, as if their psychic skills detect the aroma of my latest concoction. 'I'll cook the soup,' I said.
Luticia asked the same question all my friends ask. ‘What’s in it this time?’
I always describe the current mix of herbs and vegetables, but never tell the secret ingredients. Today I’ll add a sprinkle of ‘compassion for oneself’, and a dash of ‘love for others’.
‘I’ve meditated for almost 21 years.’ Luticia’s angelic voice sounded like music. ‘For six hours a day!’
Six hours a day. That’s 42 hours a week, a full-time job... After the initial benefits for herself, she could raise the frequency of the planet. But she could do so much more. Boring... She's wasting her life…
‘I feel I'm wasting my life. I feel I have a job of work to do. Not a job like a career – a job my soul must fulfil before I die.’
I stifled a yawn. During a lifetime of helping others, I've heard this so, so many times. I've developed stories to help their understanding, and projects to help them achieve their souls' goals.
‘But I can't work on a soul job. I need to meditate six hours a day,’ she added. ‘Do you understand?’ She looking at me intently.
Oops. I almost yawned. Can’t let her see my boredom. I ladled soup into a bowl, ensuring I got an extra dash of "love for others". On second thoughts, I put it back. She needs it more. Her problem is she believes meditation is her only way to make a difference. ‘Your job is to help humanity,’ I said as kindly as I could.
‘I do. My guru told me meditation helps raise the planet’s frequency.
A guru she honours and obeys, yet keeps her imprisoned in meditation six hours a day for 21 years. How can I undo this work for the better good and keep her respect for her guru?
‘Your guru is right,’ I said softly. ‘Meditation does help raise the planet’s frequency. However, there are three points to consider. First our planet has a spiritual life cycle of about 500 years and we’re on the upward curve of the cycle. If you didn’t meditate at all, planetary frequencies would still rise! Secondly, raising the planet’s frequencies is easy, so easy it could be done from spirits and ascended masters in the etheric realms. You don’t need a human life to do something that can easily be done by a spirit being! Thirdly, you incarnate on Earth with a life purpose to share your love in a "dirty hands-on" approach, getting to grips directly with people’s problems. Sitting at the top of your guru's mountain meditating for another six hours a day for another 21 years will probably not help you reach the different mountaintop of your own soul life’s purpose.’
I feel the words are sinking in, but too slowly. Hmm… She must have another reason for meditating so much… Yes… She’s in love with the idea of love and believes meditation gives that love. I’ll provoke a little. ‘Think about it... You’ve spent 21 years meditating for six hours a day. That’s 45,000 hours! What else could you have done for needy people in our world within 45,000 hours?’
‘But… but I LOVE meditating! It helps me feel loved by God!’
‘That’s better. You’ve stated why you’re stuck meditating.’ She’s been stuck for 21 years because her soul craves from God the love she cannot get from humans. She’s looks as if she's in heavenly ecstasy, just thinking of being with God. It's a sad fact... She’ll never do her job on Earth with God’s love as her drug... I need to talk to her soul. 'We'll finish the rest of the soup after I tell you a story. Food for your soul is more important than food for your body. It’s a story about your soul, where it’s from, why it’s here, why your life has been how it’s been, and what you must do next. Close your eyes and feel the story’s truth deep within your soul.’
My mind slipped easily through the murky flesh of her stomach, bypassing the gurgling soup, into the brightness of her soul. What a sweet little soul she’s got. And no one knows. It’s hidden behind her meditation. I told the story to her soul’s subtle blue hues, watching as the colours changed towards gold.
Fifty minutes later, she sighed. ‘Thank you, thank you! At last I understand me! I can feel it deep inside. It's incredible. Thank you. Your story has changed my life. I won’t worry about people hurting me now. I’ll just do my job to help them.’
I’ve met countless people with an unconscious knowing and yearning to fulfil soul purpose. Yet they often feel lost, alone, not wanting to climb their life’s mountain for fear of being hurt, or being away from love. Yet sharing their love will give them the love they crave.
(A 280-page book explaining the full story of a souls' journey is available - click here)
The soup went down well, especially the secret ingredients. The sprinkle of ‘compassion for oneself’, and the dash of ‘love for others’ helped her substantially. They certainly helped stop my boredom.
Some days so much happens that's mystical, marvellous, or magical, it's tough to choose which to use for the blog. Much is left out. Other days, even more happens, and it's tough to find time to blog even one event. The past days were like this, full-on and amazing.
San Miguel de Allende, in Mexico, has a high US population. I met many from Austin, who became friends after my series of lectures there. It's been good to catch up with such beautiful people. Here's one story from the past days.
Luticia opened the door to her spectacular apartment overlooking down-town Austin. She looked angelically beautiful. 'I'm just about to liquidise a home-made vegetable soup.' she said.
I love my soups, and always use the biggest pot, filled to the top with a mix of fresh vegetables and herbs. Friends often arrive as the pot boils, especially on a cold English winter’s day, as if their psychic skills detect the aroma of my latest concoction. 'I'll cook the soup,' I said.
Luticia asked the same question all my friends ask. ‘What’s in it this time?’
I always describe the current mix of herbs and vegetables, but never tell the secret ingredients. Today I’ll add a sprinkle of ‘compassion for oneself’, and a dash of ‘love for others’.
‘I’ve meditated for almost 21 years.’ Luticia’s angelic voice sounded like music. ‘For six hours a day!’
Six hours a day. That’s 42 hours a week, a full-time job... After the initial benefits for herself, she could raise the frequency of the planet. But she could do so much more. Boring... She's wasting her life…
‘I feel I'm wasting my life. I feel I have a job of work to do. Not a job like a career – a job my soul must fulfil before I die.’
I stifled a yawn. During a lifetime of helping others, I've heard this so, so many times. I've developed stories to help their understanding, and projects to help them achieve their souls' goals.
‘But I can't work on a soul job. I need to meditate six hours a day,’ she added. ‘Do you understand?’ She looking at me intently.
Oops. I almost yawned. Can’t let her see my boredom. I ladled soup into a bowl, ensuring I got an extra dash of "love for others". On second thoughts, I put it back. She needs it more. Her problem is she believes meditation is her only way to make a difference. ‘Your job is to help humanity,’ I said as kindly as I could.
‘I do. My guru told me meditation helps raise the planet’s frequency.
A guru she honours and obeys, yet keeps her imprisoned in meditation six hours a day for 21 years. How can I undo this work for the better good and keep her respect for her guru?
‘Your guru is right,’ I said softly. ‘Meditation does help raise the planet’s frequency. However, there are three points to consider. First our planet has a spiritual life cycle of about 500 years and we’re on the upward curve of the cycle. If you didn’t meditate at all, planetary frequencies would still rise! Secondly, raising the planet’s frequencies is easy, so easy it could be done from spirits and ascended masters in the etheric realms. You don’t need a human life to do something that can easily be done by a spirit being! Thirdly, you incarnate on Earth with a life purpose to share your love in a "dirty hands-on" approach, getting to grips directly with people’s problems. Sitting at the top of your guru's mountain meditating for another six hours a day for another 21 years will probably not help you reach the different mountaintop of your own soul life’s purpose.’
I feel the words are sinking in, but too slowly. Hmm… She must have another reason for meditating so much… Yes… She’s in love with the idea of love and believes meditation gives that love. I’ll provoke a little. ‘Think about it... You’ve spent 21 years meditating for six hours a day. That’s 45,000 hours! What else could you have done for needy people in our world within 45,000 hours?’
‘But… but I LOVE meditating! It helps me feel loved by God!’
‘That’s better. You’ve stated why you’re stuck meditating.’ She’s been stuck for 21 years because her soul craves from God the love she cannot get from humans. She’s looks as if she's in heavenly ecstasy, just thinking of being with God. It's a sad fact... She’ll never do her job on Earth with God’s love as her drug... I need to talk to her soul. 'We'll finish the rest of the soup after I tell you a story. Food for your soul is more important than food for your body. It’s a story about your soul, where it’s from, why it’s here, why your life has been how it’s been, and what you must do next. Close your eyes and feel the story’s truth deep within your soul.’
My mind slipped easily through the murky flesh of her stomach, bypassing the gurgling soup, into the brightness of her soul. What a sweet little soul she’s got. And no one knows. It’s hidden behind her meditation. I told the story to her soul’s subtle blue hues, watching as the colours changed towards gold.
Fifty minutes later, she sighed. ‘Thank you, thank you! At last I understand me! I can feel it deep inside. It's incredible. Thank you. Your story has changed my life. I won’t worry about people hurting me now. I’ll just do my job to help them.’
I’ve met countless people with an unconscious knowing and yearning to fulfil soul purpose. Yet they often feel lost, alone, not wanting to climb their life’s mountain for fear of being hurt, or being away from love. Yet sharing their love will give them the love they crave.
(A 280-page book explaining the full story of a souls' journey is available - click here)
The soup went down well, especially the secret ingredients. The sprinkle of ‘compassion for oneself’, and the dash of ‘love for others’ helped her substantially. They certainly helped stop my boredom.
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