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Presence

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Sitting on “God’s Beach” at sunset chanting the Deeksha…

After a quite moment, I decided to read a meditation for the evening.

Here is an excerpt with a slight edit or two:

“We come to believe in a better life through the powerful gift of other people—hearing them, seeing them, watching the gift of [healing] at work in their lives.
There is a [Supreme] Power greater than ourselves. There is real hope…for us and our life.
We do not have to exert willpower to change. We do not have to force our [healing] to happen. We do not have to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps…
[Supreme] Power will do for us what our greatest and most diligent efforts could not accomplish [without]…
All we do is believe.
Look. Watch. See the people around you. See the healing they have found. Then discover your own faith, your own belief, your own healing.”

Today, regardless of my circumstances, I will believe to the best of my ability that [through Supreme] Power… [I find Perfect Peace].
…I will relax and let [it be so.]

from the book Language of Letting Go by Melody Beattie.

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I cannot stay quiet: Part III (I keep clicking on “New Post.” Help!)

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The Seed:

Facebook exchange with Joanne Markarian:

Mandy posted on Roxanne Falco’s wall:

Too funny… I just found you are a mutual friend of Hippie Peace Freaks…which I just “Liked” via my mother’s cousin Joanne Markarian, who live thousands of miles away in Los Angeles, CA. BTW, she’s a rabid Democrat (LOL)! Your Mom, Gloria Falco would love her!
Small World…I love Facebook!
Blessings to you & Mom for the Holidays & Beyond!

Joanne posted on Mandy’s wall:

Hey there Mandy….just wanted to clarify….vociferous independent not a rabid dem…..lol

Mandy commented on Joanne’s post, but it turned into a full blown blog post:

Thanks, for clarifying that. (I really was just trying “poke” you to see if you were following me on FB. LOL!)  Roxanne and Gloria Falco are both members at one of our fitness centers (they happen to be originally from Easton, PA).  Adrian Suarez is always arguing politics with them. All in good fun.

Anyway…

The Epiphany:

I sure am learning a lot these days. I think I am realizing is that what I really am is more Libertarian than Republican anyway. I find myself conflicted, though. History has shown us again and again, that when “social liberties” are afforded (by “vociferous independents”) without bound, the demise of such a culture has begun. By the time it’s citizens turn around and say, “Hey, things seem to be getting a little out of control here. Something has to be done.” It’s already too late. Collapse is immanent. (BTW, when a culture does reach this point, the majority invariably refuses to believe it. They cannot see the forest for the trees.)

I am going to run with Freedom of Religion on this one:

Sure, you and I have strong spiritual beliefs, values and morals; and I would like to believe that the majority of humans do too. It seems that the problem begins when we start drawing lines in the sand about what is right and wrong. Where does it end? Furthermore, who (besides one’s own God or conscience) decides where that end is?

I think freedom of religion awesome, but as a “culture”—which is precisely what I see slipping away in America: CULTURE—we have to agree to be unified on certain CULTURAL issues. This would require each of us to compromise (or tolerate) something less than what equates to each of our own personal ideals.

I am insanely blessed to enjoy the freedom of my own personal sprawling, eclectic, unnamable form of worship. I also have deep pride and respect for the fundamental Judeo-Christian principles our country, as well as for The Bible, which is our handbook.

I do not identify myself as a Christian, per say. However I do not want to ban Christmas Trees or Nativity Scenes from being displayed downtown. I do not want to take down The Ten Commandments from The Supreme Court. I do not want to eliminate a child’s RIGHT TO PRAY in a public school, and I do not want to force a child to pray when they exercise their RIGHT TO ABSTAIN.

All of these things are a part of MY American CULTURE. Every enduring culture in history has had some degree of integration of “church and state.” (Note the use of the word integration, not occupation.) As a citizens of the United States of America, it is one of our civic duties to ACCEPT Judeo-Christian principles as the supporting STRUCTURE for this great country, without having to call one’s-self a Christian! Then, we can go wherever we want to worship however we please…or not at all! Better yet, if we’re still not happy… WE CAN LEAVE!

Personally, I am currently a proud member of Unity, Unity on the Bay, and Fellowship of Isis. (Thank Goddess!) Not to mention NA, AA, and sometimes OA.  LOL!

I’ve got the news on in the background, as I write this. Today is the third day of continuing coverage on the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in New Town, Connecticut. Joe Lieberman is talking about how we need to form National Commission on Mass Violence (Yay! Let’s all go wipe our asses with some more tax-payer dollars!), and it sounds like Dick Durbin wants to overturn the Second Amendment (I guess it’s time for me to close this rant, before they ban my blog too.).
Footnote: Adrian tried to post a few opinionated words on Facebook yesterday and he couldn’t. The page kept kicking back to refresh, every time. He finally rearranged a sentence or two and the post was accepted.

Hmmm…

The day the majority repeals…

The First Amendment will surely be that of my

Last Words.

My Favorite Picks for The Golden Rule:

Ancient Egyptian: “Do for one who may do for you, that you may cause him thus to do.”
Yoruba: “One going to take a pointed stick to pinch a baby bird should first try it on himself to feel how it hurts.”
Wicca: “An it harm no one, do what thou wilt”
Zoroastrianism: “Whatever is disagreeable to yourself do not do unto others.”

http://hipstermonk.com/the-golden-rule-a-list-of-two-dozen-versions/

Ten Months Ago, Today

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Original Post Date: January 12, 2012

“THANK YOU”

Lately…

1. Every morning & night, for the last few months, I passed by my motorcycle at the front door heavy of heart. The South Florida weather had turned, and it was prime time for riding. My bike needed a full tune up & carburetor cleaning before it could be taken to the road safely. Within the last week, I asked each of two fellow riders for a referrals to their respective mechanics, carefully placing these phone numbers in my ‘Contacts’ file.
2. My knee has been acting up a bit these past couple of weeks. Despite the fact that this is largely do to my recent return to a (somewhat more) regular exercise regimen… It was also time for a new pair of sneakers. Much like tires on a car that needs a good alignment, my sneakers require regular rotating & balancing. The wear and tear I generate on the treads has always been slightly asymmetric. Not a big deal. However, in the years since my knee “destruction” & two surgical reconstructions (on top of wearing sneakers 12-14 hours a day, on at least 5 days each week), this wear pattern has regressed to being highly asymmetric. Shopping for new shoes was on my To Do list, but I just hadn’t made the time, nor the immediate cash, available to get it done.
3. Less than a month ago, I applied to take my PhD Qualifying Exams, just two days before the application deadline. I was scheduled to being the three-day exam today. I was totally unprepared.

In the last 24 hours…

1. A business colleague picked up my motorcycle, spent the whole day fixing it. It’s running great & ready to ride! No charge!
2. This morning at 5:30am my client brought me a brand new pair of ASICS Kayano. My favorite brand and model! She picked out some activewear in my Fitness Studio Boutique, and we both won!
3. Sometime after sundown yesterday, my advisor sent me an email informing me that I could not take the PhD Qualifying Exams because…get ready for this one…THE EXAM QUESTIONS HAVEN’T BEEN WRITTEN YET!

THANK YOU! 

Dear Great Spirit of The Universe,

Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent are you.
Only do I supplicate myself to You each morning,
and I am unified with and infused by your love & grace.
I praise you.
I honor your glory.
I ask that you allow me to be Your instrument
of usefulness to my fellows.
I ask for courage.
I ask for the awareness to practice “The Golden Rule.”
I ask for blessings for my friends & family.
I ask for the stillness to listen to my Higher-Self, that is You.
I thank you for a new day, each with another opportunity
to love, learn, change (when necessary) and grow.
I ask for health, vitality and longevity, as I learn how to live.
I thank you for all the tangible toys you have given me to play with in this realm.
I ask for continued & limitless abundance & prosperity, in all things.

Only do I return to You each night, in gratitude that
You have granted me all the things I have asked for,
and infinitely more than I ever could.
I am unified with and infused with by your love & grace.
Great One of 10,000 Names, I love You.
Great One of 10,000 Names, I thank You.

Amun Ra,

Nutjert Sat Auset

The Miraculous Power Prayer & God’s Angelic Servants

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The Miraculous Power Prayer & God’s Angelic Servants

The Seed:

Facebook post by Jean Sheldon:

“I am asking everyone to say a prayer for “Darkhorse” 3rd Battalion 5th Marines and their families. They are fighting it out in Afghanistan & they have lost many in 4 days. IT WOULD BE NICE TO SEE the message spread if more could pass it on.
Nothing in the media about these guys because no one seems to care:
Justin Allen, 23, Brett Linley, 29, Matthew Weikert, 29, Justus Bartett, 27,
Dave Santos, 21, Chase Stanley, 21, Jesse Reed, 26, Matthew Johnson, 21,
Zachary Fisher, 24, Brandon King, 23, Christopher Goeke, 23, Sheldon Tate, 27.
All are American soldiers that gave their lives for YOU this week.

Please Honor them by re-posting this.”

The Epiphany: 

For sharing convenience content has been posted as JPG images, immediately followed by full text.

READ THIS TOO!!!

WHETHER OR NOT YOU KNOW OF ARCHANGEL MICHAEL’S POWER…

PLEASE READ THIS HAIR RAISING STORY

…Even if you have never prayed in your life, just call on him.

HE WILL come to your aid and PROTECT YOU WITH HIS POWER!

A Prayer for “Darkhorse” 3rd Battalion 5th Marines

O Glorious Prince, St. Michael the Archangel, 

Defend us in battle 

And in the fearful warfare that we are waging 

Against the principalities and powers, 

Against the rulers of this world of darkness, 

Against Evil.

 

Archangel Michael,

Come to the assistance of your Human Soldiers, 

Incarnate Souls manifested by The Supreme Creator, 

formed through The Divine Energy that is Immanent in All Beings.

 

Archangel Michael,

Fight these days the battle of The Lord with The Legions of Holy Angels, 

even as the time you fought against

The Original Challenger of The Divine, known by many names:

Abaddon, Apollyon, Deceiver, Leviathan, Lucifer, Satan, Thief, Wicked One, 

Leader of The Proud Spirits and All The Rebel Angels. 

They are powerless to stand against you! 

No more is their place found in your presence!

 

 Transformed by darkness, The Original Challenger of The Divine

continues to creep about in the realm of humankind.

Still guised as an angel of light, he has regained his confidence,

and together with his multitude of wicked followers, he moves across the land,

attempting to invade our hearts and shatter our connection to The Divine Creator.

 

In The Name of The Supreme, 

And In The Name of The Christ,

Make haste, therefore, Archangel Michael, Invincible Prince. 

Bring victory to us—who are connected to Supreme Spirit—over these crafty enemies of humankind.

 

For we are protected by that which our enemies cannot know:

The Giver of Life,

Divine Love—Perfect Peace—Eternal Bliss,

The Infinite, The Omnipresent, The Intellect in Action, The Manifesting Power,

The Pure Consciousness,

The Great Experience,

The Profound State of Ecstasy,

The Supreme Universal Spirit.

 

As humble servants and faithful soldiers,

We acknowledge and seek these aspects, this presence, and its guidance in our lives at all times.

 

Archangel Michael, GRANT US VICTORY!

 

In gratitude,

Amen. 

The Indulgence of Leo XIII, 25 September 1888: A Modern Rewriting, by Amanda Sheldon 21 September 2012

READ THIS TOO!!!

WHETHER OR NOT YOU KNOW OF ARCHANGEL MICHAEL’S POWER… PLEASE READ THIS HAIR RAISING STORY

…Even if you have never prayed in your life, just call on him.

HE WILL come to your aid and PROTECT YOU WITH HIS POWER!

A Letter from Michael.
There’s a story about a young Marine named Michael who wrote a letter home to his mother while he was in the hospital after having been wounded in Korea in 1950.  A Navy Chaplain named Father Walter Muldy apparently was given the letter, checked the facts and concluded what was in the letter was true. A year later he read the letter in public for the first time, to a gathering of some 5,000 Marines at the Naval Base in San Diego.

Dear Mom,

I wouldn’t dare write this letter to anyone but you because no one else would believe it. Maybe even you will find it hard but I have got to tell somebody. First off, I am in a hospital. Now don’t worry, ya hear me, don’t worry. I was wounded but I’m okay you understand. Okay. The doctor says that I will be up and around in a month.

But that’s not what I want to tell you.

Remember when I joined the Marines last year; remember when I left, how you told me to say a prayer to St. Michael every day. You really didn’t have to tell me that. Ever since I can remember you always told me to pray to St. Michael the Archangel. You even named me after him. Well I always have.

When I got to Korea, I prayed even harder. Remember the prayer that you taught me? “Michael, Michael of the morning, fresh chord of Heaven adorning,” you know the rest of it. Well I said it everyday. Sometimes when I was marching or sometimes resting. But always before I went to sleep. I even got some of the other fellas to say it.

Well, one day I was with an advance detail way up over the front lines. We were scouting for the Commies. I was plodding along in the bitter cold, my breath was like cigar smoke.

I thought I knew every guy in the patrol, when along side of me comes another Marine I never met before. He was bigger than any other Marine I’d ever seen. He must have been 6’4″ and built in proportion. It gave me a feeling of security to have such a body near.

Anyway, there we were trudging along. The rest of the patrol spread out. Just to start conversation I said, “Cold ain’t it.” And then I laughed. Here I was with a good chance of getting killed any minute and I am talking about the weather.

My companion seemed to understand. I heard him laugh softly. I looked at him, “I have never seen you before, I thought I knew every man in the outfit.”

“I just joined at the last minute”, he replied. “The name is Michael.”

“Is that so,” I said surprised. “That is my name too.”

“I know,” he said and then went on, “Michael, Michael of the morning …”

I was too amazed to say anything for a minute. How did he know my name, and a prayer that you had taught me? Then I smiled to myself, every guy in the outfit knew about me. Hadn’t I taught the prayer to anybody who would listen. Why now and then, they even referred to me as St. Michael. Neither of us spoke for a time and then he broke the silence.

“We are going to have some trouble up ahead.”

He must have been in fine physical shape or he was breathing so lightly I couldn’t see his breath. Mine poured out in great clouds. There was no smile on his face now. Trouble ahead, I thought to myself, well with the Commies all around us, that is no great revelation. Snow began to fall in great thick globs. In a brief moment the whole countryside was blotted out. And I was marching in a white fog of sticky particles. My companion disappeared.

“Michael,” I shouted in sudden alarm.

I felt his hand on my arm, his voice was rich and strong, “This will stop shortly.”

His prophecy proved to be correct. In a few minutes the snow stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The sun was a hard shining disc. I looked back for the rest of the patrol, there was no one in sight. We lost them in that heavy fall of snow. I looked ahead as we came over a little rise.

Mom, my heart stopped. There were seven of them. Seven Commies in their padded pants and jackets and their funny hats. Only there wasn’t anything funny about them now. Seven rifles were aimed at us.

“Down Michael,” I screamed and hit the frozen earth.

I heard those rifles fire almost as one. I heard the bullets. There was Michael still standing. Mom, those guys couldn’t have missed, not at that range. I expected to see him literally blown to bits. But there he stood, making no effort to fire himself. He was paralyzed with fear. It happens sometimes, Mom, even to the bravest. He was like a bird fascinated by a snake. At least, that was what I thought then. I jumped up to pull him down and that was when I got mine I felt a sudden flame in my chest. I often wondered what it felt like to be hit, now I know..

I remember feeling strong arms around me, arms that laid me ever so gently on a pillow of snow. I opened my eyes, for one last look. I was dying. Maybe I was even dead, I remember thinking well, this is not so bad. Maybe I was looking into the sun. Maybe I was in shock. But it seemed I saw Michael standing erect again only this time his face was shining with a terrible splendor. As I say, maybe it was the sun in my eyes, but he seemed to change as I watched him. He grew bigger, his arms stretched out wide, maybe it was the snow falling again, but there was a brightness around him like the wings of an angel. In his hands was a sword. A sword that flashed with a million lights. Well, that is the last thing I remember until the rest of the fellas came up and found me. I do not know how much time had passed. Now and then I had but a moment’s rest from the pain and fever. I remember telling them of the enemy just ahead.

“Where is Michael,” I asked.

I saw them look at one another. “Where’s who?” asked one.

“Michael, Michael the big Marine I was walking with just before the snow squall hit us.”

“Kid,” said the sergeant, “You weren’t walking with anyone. I had my eyes on you the whole time. You were getting too far out. I was just going to call you in when you disappeared in the snow.”

He looked at me, curiously. “How did you do it kid?”

“How’d I do what?” I asked half angry despite my wound. “This marine named Michael and I were just …”

“Son,” said the sergeant kindly, ” I picked out this outfit myself and there just ain’t another Michael in it. You are the only Mike in it.”

He paused for a minute, “Just how did you do it kid? We heard shots. There hasn’t been a shot fired from your rifle. And there isn’t a bit of lead in them seven bodies over the hill there.”

I didn’t say anything, what could I say. I could only look open-mouthed with amazement.

It was then the sergeant spoke again, “Kid,” he said gently,

“every one of those seven Commies was killed by a sword stroke.”

That is all I can tell you Mom.

As I say, it may have been the sun in my eyes, it may have been the cold or the pain, but that is what happened.

Love,

Michael

The prayer which Marine soldier named Michael’s said every morning, remained a mystery until an a saintly elderly priest, Fr. Joseph Reitz, was found:

Michael, Michael, of the morning,
Fresh chord of Heaven adorning,
Keep me safe today
And in time of temptation,
Drive the devil away.
 

REPOSTED FROM:

A Letter from Michael     http://www.tldm.org/News10/MarineNamedMichael.htm

The “I am” Paradox

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The “I am” Paradox

The Seed:

An excerpt from “Our Divine Birthright and the power of I Am” by Cinnamon Crow

Link: Our Divine Birthright and the power of I Am     http://mysticlivingtoday.com/view_page.php?ID=483

When on the mountain, Moses asked for the name of God.  He was told “I AM THAT I AM.” (Exodus 3:14)  Later, when given the Ten Commandments, the third stated “You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain… Contrary to popular belief, using God’s name in vain does not mean damning God.  How can you damn an eternal Being, The Creator of The Universe?  The answer is that you can’t.  What that commandment really means is to not use the words I Am, God’s name, in a negative way.  This is the misuse that God warned against.  Those who misuse I Am will suffer the consequences.  Likewise, those who use it wisely will reap the rewards…

When you use negative I Am statements, you actually create these things, grounding them into physical reality.  This is the warning God gave Moses… We create through low self-esteem and negative thoughts.  Pay attention to the casual way you use I Am.  You will be surprised at just how carelessly you speak.  When you find yourself using a negative I Am statement, make it a point to immediately change it to a positive.

Epiphany (first experienced in 1999):

Thank you, Cinnamon, for your eloquent & profound expression of the undeniable logic that “I AM.” The fact I was directed to your blog (via the purchase of The Chakra Zodiac Healing Oracle) is fitting, as I now receive very prompt & constant feedback/confirmation from The Universe when I am walking on “My Path.”

Just days ago, I was talking to a life-long friend who is in deep turmoil & pain…

  • torn between answering the call of her “Inner Divine”

  • and years of conditioning in religious dogma.

In our conversation, I shared a similar epiphany which came to me many years ago.

I call it the “I am [X-Y-Z] Paradox.”

When this concept* first took root in my Mind, Body & Spirit, the rug was simultaneously & gently pulled out from under the vicious (self-obsessive, self-loathing, negative-self-talking) cycle I was caught in, and it goes like this: 

I love [My Creator**] Isis!

Isis loves ME!

I AM of Isis!

Therefore, I love ME!

 
*Requisite Tenet: I believe that I AM manifest from a Divine Source which is nonjudgmental, wants the best for me, and loves me unconditionally.
**e.g. [My Creator], any Name or Concept of the Divine may be substituted here…whatever works. My journey was such that Isis manifested in my life, at that time, to help me re-connect to my belief in a loving Creator (…but that’s another story, for another time).
So, if I believe these statements, then by default, it would be a PARADOX for me to think or say anything [X-Y-Z], which contradicts them.
Likewise, Cinnamon, you have perfectly elaborated this same idea, but in a way that allows traditional Christians to embrace their Inner Divine without having to abandon many long-held core principles of FAITH. Thank you again, and I will pass the beautiful truth of your message along to my friend.

…awakening to Inner Divinity:

My “awakening to Inner Divinity”—steadily stirring throughout my life’s journey, even when I was not aware of it—began “Ascending” at a glorious, light-propelled, exponential pace just about one-year ago. It will be of no surprise that—in my Chakra Life-Cycle—I am very near to completing my Third-Eye (Anja) Year of my Third-Eye Cycle. (i.e. The 6th Annum of The 6th Heptade; I will be 41.) With every thought I have, emotion I feel, and action I take… within a matter of days, if not hours or minutes and whether I look for it or not …I receive some form of confirmation from The Universe that with every step I am more deeply entrenched in the path to fulfilling my “Life’s Purpose.” With each successive confirmation, my self-doubt fades farther into darkness and my inner-knowing extends forward into the light.
Although the healthy development & activity of my chakras were significantly blocked, during most of my Sacral & Solar-Plexus (Svadithana & Manipura) Cycles, due to my gluttonous abuse of drugs & alcohol; in the middle of the Third-Eye Year of my Solar Plexus Cycle, The Universe gifted me a narrow (and perhaps ultimate) window of opportunity to LIVE. Obviously, I am here writing this today because I accepted.

In the wake of sharing this contextual tidbit, however, I would be remiss if I did not mention that my 1999-epiphany did not occur until the following Crown (Sahasrara) Year and not without 

  • help from countless other people & resources..
  • daily prayer & meditation…
  • & rigorous self-examination along the way.
That is to say, these epiphanies did not always occur instantaneously or effortlessly, nor while I was passively sitting back waiting for them to happen. I had to stop being a victim and start becoming a master of my own life & circumstances. The difference? Today I feel the LOVE, JOY, BLISS & PERFECT-PEACE or “Ananda Shanti” of (dancing, skipping, meandering or sitting-quietly along) THE JOURNEY, rather than the FEAR, MISERY, FRAGMENTATION & ANXIETY of (slipping, sliding, stumbling or racing-blindly towards) THE DESTINATION.

Finally…

“I am” is the fundament of connectedness to

The Base Chakra, Muladhara.

How cool is that?

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The Seed:

Children’s laughter in the rain.

The Epiphany:

Delirious (I must be) with fever & flu…
In my ‘sanctuary bedroom,’ I was watching the storm outside my window. Just above the sound of the pouring rain, I overheard the laughter of little children dodging the rain drops through the trees. Thinking of the Spiritual implications of this glimpse of ‘joy through adversity’ (which I had been shown) and the symbolism of the cleansing powers of nature’s waters. I was compelled to receive this gift from The Universe. Outside I went, arms outstretched and face to the sky, until every inch of my body was saturated with baptism & rebirth.
I thanked The Universe for all it has to offer me.
Because no matter what form the offering holds, the lesson within the offering always lies in our perception of it!

Have a blessed day!

A Short Storm Story

Thank You

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Lately…

1. Every morning & night, for the last few months, I passed by my motorcycle at the front door heavy of heart. The South Florida weather had turned, and it was prime time for riding. My bike needed a full tune up & carburetor cleaning before it could be taken to the road safely. Within the last week, I asked each of two fellow riders for a referrals to their respective mechanics, carefully placing these phone numbers in my ‘Contacts’ file.

2. My knee has been acting up a bit these past couple of weeks. Despite the fact that this is largely do to my recent return to a (somewhat more) regular exercise regimen… It was also time for a new pair of sneakers. Much like tires on a car that needs a good alignment, my sneakers require regular rotating & balancing. The wear and tear I generate on the treads has always been slightly asymmetric. Not a big deal. However, in the years since my knee “destruction” & two surgical reconstructions (on top of wearing sneakers 12-14 hours a day, on at least 5 days each week), this wear pattern has regressed to being highly asymmetric. Shopping for new shoes was on my To Do list, but I just hadn’t made the time, nor the immediate cash, available to get it done.

3. Less than a month ago, I applied to take my PhD Qualifying Exams, just two days before the application deadline. I was scheduled to being the three-day exam today. I was totally unprepared.

In the last 24 hours…

1. A business colleague picked up my motorcycle, spent the whole day fixing it. It’s running great & ready to ride! No charge!

2. This morning at 5:30am my client brought me a brand new pair of ASICS Kayano. My favorite brand and model! She picked out some activewear in my Fitness Studio Boutique, and we both won!

3. Sometime after sundown yesterday, my advisor sent me an email informing me that I could not take the PhD Qualifying Exams because…get ready for this one…THE EXAM QUESTIONS HAVEN’T BEEN WRITTEN YET!

Thank You!

Dear Great Spirit of The Universe,

Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent are you.

Only do I supplicate myself to You each morning,
and I am unified with and infused by your love & grace.
I praise you.
I honor your glory.
I ask that you allow me to be Your instrument
of usefulness to my fellows.
I ask for courage.
I ask for the awareness to practice “The Golden Rule.”
I ask for blessings for my friends & family.
I ask for the stillness to listen to my Higher-Self, that is You.
I thank you for a new day, each with another opportunity
to love, learn, change (when necessary) and grow.
I ask for health, vitality and longevity, as I learn how to live.
I thank you for all the tangible toys you have given me to play with in this realm.
I ask for continued & limitless abundance & prosperity, in all things.

Only do I return to You each night, in gratitude that
You have granted me all the things I have asked for,
and infinitely more than I ever could.
I am unified with and infused with by your love & grace.
Great One of 10,000 Names, I love You.
Great One of 10,000 Names, I thank You.

Amun Ra,
Nutjert Sat Aset