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Love Can Heal The World

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What if you knew that there was a Force on the planet, the emanation of which could cure, heal, save, adjust, free, re-rebuild lives? And furthermore, what if it was free as the wind and available to everyone?  Would you want it?  Would you keep it to yourself or would you share it?

The Highest Truth I know is that there is such an energy, that has all of those remarkable properties, it is free AND the more I share it, the more it expands and grows. Plain and simple; it’s love. Whatever you were taught about it, that it is limited, frightening, capricious, non-existent, painful, is erroneous. Like the Everlasting Gobstopper in Willy Wonka’s fantasmagorical factory, it never gets smaller and never can be finished. We might live in the illusion that love leaves when people do. I have found over and over that even when someone dies or if a relationship shifts, love doesn’t go anywhere. It may change form like water to ice and not always feel warm and fuzzy, but it is love nonetheless. Love is never wasted and the ripples of its expression spread, like a contagion beyond even those with whom you have immediate contact. Think of the movie Pay It Forward. One simple act of kindness touches more than just one life. If you smile at someone as you pass on the street, or allow someone to go ahead of you in the check out line at the supermarket, or through an intersection, it may make all the difference in their day and they may then be more conscious of how their next encounter could be pleasant rather than disheartening.

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My career as a therapist/speaker/minister puts me in touch with people who often feel a lack of love. They wonder if they will ever be fully embraced and accepted in a world that seems like an icycle dripping from the eaves of a roof, with a pointy edge that could stab them if they were standing under it if it fell, or  at the least drip slowly on their heads, thus making them slowly freeze. I could (and likely would) ask them what it would take to move from under the frigid water, rather than turn into a human popsicle. Some might not move since they are so accustomed to living that way. What if, instead, they allowed themselves to be embraced, like the Prodigal Son (or daughter) being welcomed  back into the fold?  How weird might that be and also how welcoming?

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Lately, with the trauma of this past Friday still harsh and raw in people’s minds and hearts, and the upcoming (and in some minds) portentuous date of 12/21/12, people feel jangly, on edge, deeply sad, numb, angry, uncertain and fearful…emotion soup is what I call it. We splash around in it and as the heat rises, so too do our emotions. What if we turned down the burner and let things simmer a bit and then decide how we want to ‘feed the collective soup pot’ with our emotions?  What would you want as an ingredient in the soup?  I would choose to spice it up with joy, fascination, play, delight, fun, silliness, bliss, of course, creativity, spontaneity and love.

Imagine if each us had our own spice can from which we could sprinkle, spoon or dump love on ourselves or others, whether they are already in our circle or a ‘stranger’, remembering that everyone you now know and love was once a stranger. I carry this around with me and use it at workshops and vendor fares, sometimes just whipping it out spontaneously and asking if people would like to indulge.

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For today, for this moment, I invite you to envision a world embraced by love~

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www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRhq-yO1KN8 Imagine by John Lennon

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