There is no such thing as an unreceptive thought / consciousness ...
just as there is no erroneous truth.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Nature's Lesson
"ADVERSARY. An adversary is one who opposes, denies, disputes, not one who constructs and sustains reality and Truth." 1
When faced with a challenge we’re often confronted with thoughts of failure or doom. In many cases the adversarial voice is just telling us to give up … “Just drop it!” In my experience as a healer I have learned that failure is never an option. As long as one keeps working – even when there is no material evidence of improvement – the victory is always assured.
Recently, nature showed me an example of the adversary. A friend and I had been surfing at what would be considered a remote wave for San Diego County. Between waves we sat and enjoyed the scenic view of the shoreline … when I noticed an Osprey gliding down the coast. As it neared us, it stopped in mid-air, powering its wings to keep its elevation while focusing its attention on the water below. Suddenly the bird of prey folded its wings and dove towards the ocean. It pulled up short and returned to its hovering position high above the water … again it dove … and pulled up short just as it reached the sea’s surface. Rising once more to an altitude of thirty plus feet … it stalled for a moment … then rushed swiftly down … crashing into the ocean. For a moment it struggled to secure what was an impressively large fish – the biggest one I have ever seen taken by an osprey or bald eagle.
Just as the osprey began to leave the water it was dive bombed by a lone seagull. Now I don’t claim to know seagull-speak that well, but as the raptor struggled to gain momentum and altitude ... the seagull followed doggedly close behind screaming, “Drop it! Drop it! You better drop it!” Up and down the shoreline the seagull kept at it trying to distract the Osprey before it could find a safe location to dine.
It was comical to think that a seagull would even consider challenging such a formidable opponent as the Osprey … and with such determination. Then it hit me … we are like the Osprey; and error, fear, mortal mind, i.e. the adversary is like the seagull (in this instance).
The adversary has nothing on us … unless we listen to it and do as it says.
1 Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, page 580:28-30
When faced with a challenge we’re often confronted with thoughts of failure or doom. In many cases the adversarial voice is just telling us to give up … “Just drop it!” In my experience as a healer I have learned that failure is never an option. As long as one keeps working – even when there is no material evidence of improvement – the victory is always assured.
Recently, nature showed me an example of the adversary. A friend and I had been surfing at what would be considered a remote wave for San Diego County. Between waves we sat and enjoyed the scenic view of the shoreline … when I noticed an Osprey gliding down the coast. As it neared us, it stopped in mid-air, powering its wings to keep its elevation while focusing its attention on the water below. Suddenly the bird of prey folded its wings and dove towards the ocean. It pulled up short and returned to its hovering position high above the water … again it dove … and pulled up short just as it reached the sea’s surface. Rising once more to an altitude of thirty plus feet … it stalled for a moment … then rushed swiftly down … crashing into the ocean. For a moment it struggled to secure what was an impressively large fish – the biggest one I have ever seen taken by an osprey or bald eagle.
Just as the osprey began to leave the water it was dive bombed by a lone seagull. Now I don’t claim to know seagull-speak that well, but as the raptor struggled to gain momentum and altitude ... the seagull followed doggedly close behind screaming, “Drop it! Drop it! You better drop it!” Up and down the shoreline the seagull kept at it trying to distract the Osprey before it could find a safe location to dine.
It was comical to think that a seagull would even consider challenging such a formidable opponent as the Osprey … and with such determination. Then it hit me … we are like the Osprey; and error, fear, mortal mind, i.e. the adversary is like the seagull (in this instance).
The adversary has nothing on us … unless we listen to it and do as it says.
1 Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, page 580:28-30
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Those Pesky Mosquitoes
Back in the day, I worked on a "hot shot" (fire line) crew for the US Forest Service. Early one Spring morning at a swampy tree farm in the foothills near Lake Oroville, I found myself standing at attention with a group of several others. We were sawyers (chainsaw operators) getting advanced instruction on falling large trees. Out of nowhere we were besieged by a cloud of mosquitoes that were intent on our little group supplying their breakfast. I was not wearing mosquito repellent, and apparently the instructor was since he kept the lecture / demonstration rolling. At this point the only thing I was learning was the expression "being eaten alive." I couldn't focus on anything but the sound of the swarm and the irritation of their bites. Seriously, I had to cover my mouth and nose because I actually inhaled a few.
Getting to the point where I could not stand it anymore I decided to get to work metaphysically -- this was my only option-- since walking away, complaining, or asking for a break was not an option. The treatment (or argument) was simple and precise. The thought that came to me was, "As a child of God, Spirit ... I am not a piece of meat for another creature to dine on."
In the midst of torment, "I am not a piece of meat" became so clear in my thought that there was no way I was going to back down to the evidence of my senses -- or let go of this truth. Immediately the mosquitoes vanished. In fact we did not see another one the rest of the day. Best of all I walked away that morning without any evidence of being bitten.
Driving home that afternoon, the two individuals with whom I carpooled with described in dismay how they had never seen so many mosquitoes ... how miserable they were ... and how weird it was that the humming black cloud of blood sucking insects seemed to vanish all at once.
;-)
Getting to the point where I could not stand it anymore I decided to get to work metaphysically -- this was my only option-- since walking away, complaining, or asking for a break was not an option. The treatment (or argument) was simple and precise. The thought that came to me was, "As a child of God, Spirit ... I am not a piece of meat for another creature to dine on."
In the midst of torment, "I am not a piece of meat" became so clear in my thought that there was no way I was going to back down to the evidence of my senses -- or let go of this truth. Immediately the mosquitoes vanished. In fact we did not see another one the rest of the day. Best of all I walked away that morning without any evidence of being bitten.
Driving home that afternoon, the two individuals with whom I carpooled with described in dismay how they had never seen so many mosquitoes ... how miserable they were ... and how weird it was that the humming black cloud of blood sucking insects seemed to vanish all at once.
;-)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Brief & Powerful
Do not resent your body. Do not get discouraged because there appears to be a stubborn physical claim to meet.
Your body is your opportunity to "unsee" (devitalize) world belief.
Your body is your opportunity to "unsee" (devitalize) world belief.
Friday, February 1, 2008
What Matters Most
There was a point in my life where I found myself living in a small cell-block room adjacent to my place of employment. I felt a lot of pressure from family and friends for working there – in a position that they all felt I was over-qualified for. On the surface it appeared that I wasn't going anywhere careerwise or financially.
I would spend my free moments studying The Bible, and my employment was such that I was able to spend my working hours contemplating the ideas that had surfaced through my study. One evening I was sitting in this little bedroom looking at all my possessions stacked up to the ceiling, feeling sorry for myself and actually considering the thought that I was being a loser. Then I randomly opened the book Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures and my eyes fell on the following passage:
“To calculate one’s life-prospects from a material basis, would infringe upon spiritual law and misguide human hope. Having faith in the divine Principle of health and spiritually understanding God, sustains man under all circumstances;”[1]
BOOM! It hit me, this (my life) might not look like much at the moment, but I am growing spiritually… and that is EVERYTHING!
From that realization left all fear and self pity. Shortly thereafter a job offer came out of nowhere – the position wasn’t even vacant yet. Moreover I ended up moving into a new place on the beach with an unobstructed view of one of my favorite surf breaks, the Golden Gate shipping channels, and daily sunsets…two blocks from the Golden gate park. The point here is that regardless of how pathetic and discouraging the battle ground of the day is … we can take heart and know that as long as we’re growing closer to God – “All is well.”
[1] S&H 319:5-9
I would spend my free moments studying The Bible, and my employment was such that I was able to spend my working hours contemplating the ideas that had surfaced through my study. One evening I was sitting in this little bedroom looking at all my possessions stacked up to the ceiling, feeling sorry for myself and actually considering the thought that I was being a loser. Then I randomly opened the book Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures and my eyes fell on the following passage:
“To calculate one’s life-prospects from a material basis, would infringe upon spiritual law and misguide human hope. Having faith in the divine Principle of health and spiritually understanding God, sustains man under all circumstances;”[1]
BOOM! It hit me, this (my life) might not look like much at the moment, but I am growing spiritually… and that is EVERYTHING!
From that realization left all fear and self pity. Shortly thereafter a job offer came out of nowhere – the position wasn’t even vacant yet. Moreover I ended up moving into a new place on the beach with an unobstructed view of one of my favorite surf breaks, the Golden Gate shipping channels, and daily sunsets…two blocks from the Golden gate park. The point here is that regardless of how pathetic and discouraging the battle ground of the day is … we can take heart and know that as long as we’re growing closer to God – “All is well.”
[1] S&H 319:5-9
Monday, January 7, 2008
A Prayer for Today
There have been times when I have found it difficult to focus on the next step ... over the years this poem has been a helpful prayer in clarifying my thought.
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OBEDIENCE
by Marceline F. Jones
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What is Thy will for me, Father, to-day?
What shall I do for Thee? What think? What say?
... Thine is my life, my wish, my will;
... Use me to-day, and Thy purpose fulfill.
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Guiding the stars through the heavens' great span,
Guide Thou my life through Thy infinite plan.
... There is a place, a work, for me,
... Loving, rejoicing, and living for Thee.
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*Christian Science Journal, November 1924, page 419
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Saturday, December 22, 2007
NEVER LOST
Growing up on the outskirts of Chico, above Bidwell Park, allowed for many adventures. In our teens, my brother and I would hop in the car and drive the winding dirt road to the top of the upper park. From there we would hike a trail down to Big Chico creek and proceed to negotiate the rapids, deep pools, and endless boulders downstream with our fins, mask, snorkel, and Hawaiian slings. One summer afternoon my brother Chris, good friend JT, and I had just finished a several hour excursion which covered close to one mile. As we reached the car for our dusty ride home, I realized that the car key was missing. Somewhere along the way I had been separated from it.
As the shadows of the mountain ridges were beginning to creep along the landscape. The three of us just stared at each other in disbelief. What were we going to do?
Over thousands of years Chico creek has cut a narrow gorge into the bedrock which drops straight down more than 100 feet – from rim to creek bed. Time was of the essence. We had three choices walk the trail above the gorge and start searching the area at the beginning of our swim; or walk upstream from the car and visit as many holes as we could before it got dark; or we could walk half way up (from our car) and scale down the rim on the one trail available to the creek.
Well, immediately our friend JT sized up the situation as impossible and decided to head down the road towards town with the hope of hitching a ride back. My brother and I decided to pray – knowing that right ideas can never be separated from their rightful owner’s. That car key being an idea whose rightful home was in our possession. So up the trail we walked with our eyes to the ground, hoping that the key was not somewhere down below us in one of the dozens of swimming holes we had visited earlier.
As I walked along the trail above the rim of the gorge I eliminated every fearful suggestion that screamed, “Finding this key is impossible!” I did so by knowing that there is only one God, Mind and that everything is in its right place. I confidently affirmed that, “Nothing is impossible to God.”
One of the most wonderful feelings there is, is when we are humbly listening to the “voice within” -- being quiet and obedient. I still remember the peace I felt, being spiritually led down the cliff towards the creek -- at the half way point of our adventure. I was impelled to walk directly to the 2nd pool of water below the trail’s edge. From there I waded out to the middle of the stream put my mask on and dove down to the bottom. Within my first breath or two I saw something shining faintly – it was the car key lying on its side, wedged between two rocks.
What a thrill to launch out of the water with the key in hand. Boy were we fired up! What seemed near impossible was proven to be divinely natural. No it was not dumb luck finding that key (and in such a short amount of time). I have since proved this over and over – it doesn’t matter if it is a needle in a haystack, a key in creek bed, a wallet on the subway, a tool in the everglades, or a stolen bicycle… Nothing is lost.
Yes, I’ll admit it. It was gratifying to drive upon our friend JT walking down the road. The expression on his face was priceless.
As the shadows of the mountain ridges were beginning to creep along the landscape. The three of us just stared at each other in disbelief. What were we going to do?
Over thousands of years Chico creek has cut a narrow gorge into the bedrock which drops straight down more than 100 feet – from rim to creek bed. Time was of the essence. We had three choices walk the trail above the gorge and start searching the area at the beginning of our swim; or walk upstream from the car and visit as many holes as we could before it got dark; or we could walk half way up (from our car) and scale down the rim on the one trail available to the creek.
Well, immediately our friend JT sized up the situation as impossible and decided to head down the road towards town with the hope of hitching a ride back. My brother and I decided to pray – knowing that right ideas can never be separated from their rightful owner’s. That car key being an idea whose rightful home was in our possession. So up the trail we walked with our eyes to the ground, hoping that the key was not somewhere down below us in one of the dozens of swimming holes we had visited earlier.
As I walked along the trail above the rim of the gorge I eliminated every fearful suggestion that screamed, “Finding this key is impossible!” I did so by knowing that there is only one God, Mind and that everything is in its right place. I confidently affirmed that, “Nothing is impossible to God.”
One of the most wonderful feelings there is, is when we are humbly listening to the “voice within” -- being quiet and obedient. I still remember the peace I felt, being spiritually led down the cliff towards the creek -- at the half way point of our adventure. I was impelled to walk directly to the 2nd pool of water below the trail’s edge. From there I waded out to the middle of the stream put my mask on and dove down to the bottom. Within my first breath or two I saw something shining faintly – it was the car key lying on its side, wedged between two rocks.
What a thrill to launch out of the water with the key in hand. Boy were we fired up! What seemed near impossible was proven to be divinely natural. No it was not dumb luck finding that key (and in such a short amount of time). I have since proved this over and over – it doesn’t matter if it is a needle in a haystack, a key in creek bed, a wallet on the subway, a tool in the everglades, or a stolen bicycle… Nothing is lost.
Yes, I’ll admit it. It was gratifying to drive upon our friend JT walking down the road. The expression on his face was priceless.
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