A lovely share judy. Keep them coming!
We invest so much in mental chatter about our problems. Complain, moan, analyze, do the detective work, run the story over in a loop, wonder why, wonder why me.....talk it to death, go see friends, therapist, go on retreats...We do absolutely anything but sit with us.
A moment's pause from the mental chatter...presence is always constantly there, never not there. We just keep talking to phantoms....the Real just sits patiently, until we turn to that Force. Then the relating starts....
A moment's pause from the mental chatter...presence is always constantly there, never not there. We just keep talking to phantoms....the Real just sits patiently, until we turn to that Force. Then the relating starts....
Thanks Jnani - you are so right. (I'm still waiting to hear of some of your experiences by the way) 😉
This is a really tiny experience, but again, it was huge at the time. I'm a bit embarrassed to share it, but here goes. As those who were around in the early days of HP know, I used to fly as cabin crew.
Every year we used to spend a day at headquarters taking our safety and medical exams. If we didn't pass them, we lost our flying license
So one day, a manual for the Birmingham-type of BAC 1-11 arrived in the post, with no cover note, nothing. I thought is was a mistake, as I worked out of Heathrow and we didn't have that type (and besides they were being taken out of service) so I tossed the manual in a drawer and never even looked at it.
Come the next safety equipment procedures exam, the examiner told everyone except the 1-11 crew to leave the room, then he said we'd have so many questions on the Heathrow 1-11 and then 7 on the Birmingham 1-11, as Heathrow crew were going to be sent up there as they didn't have enough 1-11 trained crew. Oh yes, we were told that of the 7 questions, we could only fail one.
I was gob-smacked. I had never seen the plane and I hadn't even opened the safety manual. So I did what I always do - I turned to God with all my heart. "Well Father-Mother, I really can of mine own self do nothing in this situation. You are going to have to help me." Thankfully, they were multi choice questions, so as I looked at each set, I just prayed and then ticked the one I was told to tick. I passed.
Now that is not the right way to pass exams and I can assure everyone that before I was sent to Birmingham, I did a thorough study of that safety manual! 😳
I had a similar experience at an airline reunion a few years ago. There were about 200 of us there, all sitting round tables and we were all asked to donate £2 for charity in the 'heads and tails' competition. Someone would throw the coin and you had to sit or stand, according to whether you thought it would be heads or tails. Well, I don't gamble and I felt uncomfortable taking part in anything that involved the belief of luck, but I also didn't want to be the only one of 200 sitting it out and looking like Mrs Goody-Two-Shoes, especially as it was for charity. So I said, "OK Father, I'll play, but I don't want to win." Each time I was told whether to sit or stand very clearly. Eventually there were just two of us left and were invited up onto the stage. I told the other woman to go first and reminded my divine Parent that I didn't want to win. I didn't. Yippee!
It was interesting though, just how specific each instruction was.
That has reminded me of my Bracknell experience.
One night, I drove to see a girlfriend who lives near Bracknell in Berks. Anyone who knows Bracknell will know that it is all roundabouts and office blocks not my favourite place I have to admit, so whenever I visited my friend I used to go across country, through a forest and farmland, instead of through the town centre. That route, though it was pretty, had very few houses and those were the days before mobile phones.
When I got back in the car to return home I heard this voice in my head saying "Go home through Bracknell" I protested, saying "But you know I dont like Bracknell" Silence. "OK, OK Ill be obedient."
I got to the first roundabout where I should have turned left to get home but the voice said to keep going straight. I started to protest, but then was told just to be obedient and listen, so I headed off away from home, very puzzled. At the next roundabout I was permitted to turn left and head for home.
I was driving a little Renault 5 in those days and when I got to a mini roundabout just below the Renault garage, all my warning lights came on. I pointed the car up the ramp to the garage and had just enough impetus to arrive right outside the service door where my radiator blew up! It was night, so obviously they were closed, but I wrote a note and pushed my keys through their letter box, then went to the house next door where the owners let me use their phone and I rang my friend to come and pick me up and take me home. "You were lucky, she said. "Luck had nothing to do with it" I replied.
That last post of Judy's reminded me of an incident that my daughter experienced.
She was driving her car and returning from her aunties funeral. It had been a long drive and she was tired. As she neared home and was approached a blind left hand corner she says that she distinctively heard her auntie say slow down. This she did and the next second a large truck cut the corner heading towards her. Had she continued she says that she would certainly have hit it almost head on.
I can't say for sure if anything as distinct as that has ever happed to me, but I certainly know that it happens.
Thanks Scomm. Lovely to hear about that! I understand these wonderful messages of protection to be angels - God's thoughts passing to man. We all need to listen more.
Love and peace,
Judy