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The vision of oneness naturally leads to compassionate action and service of humanity because we see the pain and joy of others as our own. Just as we are instinctively inclined to care for our own body when it is injured, so one who is awake cannot resist caring for others. —Ellen Grace . . .
Can a blog be a gift? It can. Life's universals First, let's agree that healing and grieving are part of the human condition. No escape; we will all go through these things. And so, this gift is for you. For us. All of us. Because one day we'll all need the information it will present. So, truly, . . .
I was first introduced to a Peruvian despacho ceremony at an afterlife conference a few years ago. That one was a beautiful and moving ritual that honored the dead, and I've done several since, including one to honor my friend who died in 2015. Despacho ceremonies ground us, connect us with the . . .
The other day a mom sent me photographs of her daughter, who is no longer in this life. Immediately, I saw what a bright light she was. And still is. It's hard to dim the light within, even after death. It shines on and lights the way for those of us left behind. So if you're grieving a loss, try . . .
Kids are watching. Maybe they aren't listening, but that are watching. What you teach reaches them by what you do. Do you teach love? Do you teach acceptance of others' differences? Do you teach judgment, that your way is the only way? Do you make fun of others? Do you call names? Do you bait . . .
People don't all have to think like I do or believe as I do. If I've learned one thing in life it's that everyone has their own path and their journey is their own. But there's one thing I wish were more prevalent than it is, and that is an open mind--open to possibilities even if they seem . . .
Last night I dreamt that I was at a family get together. So what, you're probably thinking. What's different about this dream is that in reality, the people in my dream, my closest genetic family, are not in my life. This is not my choice. But, to be honest, it probably should've been my choice, . . .
We're stuck. We're earthbound, stuck in our limited ways of looking at life, as if this were all it could be. Or as if we'll all be floating on clouds or burning in hell. Or as if any one "religion" has a lock on heaven. No. We are ONE. That's right. We're all part of each other and part of . . .
From the moment we draw our first breath we're walking home to the place it all began. Home. Although we fear death, there's another way to look at it. There is no dividing line between life and death...one flows into another. It might be easier to consider that we don't die at all--it's this . . .