Twelve Qualities of Spirit - Peace (spiritual statements)

August 15th, 2008 admin Posted in spiritual |

By Peri Enkin

When it comes to peace I want to talk about the heart. You just cannot get to peace when the heart is constricted or closed.

For many years I have observed how energy flows through the emotional and physical bodies. When you go looking for peace, the head will only get you limited access. You must enter through the heart and you must bring awareness to what you feel there.

In order to do that you must take that long journey of approximately twelve inches - from your head down into your heart.

When consciousness awakens at the heart the entrance to inner peace finally becomes accessible. When the heart is closed there may be surface contentment but there will not be lasting or sustained tranquility.

I love these words from Black Elk: The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit, and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.

I enjoy the idea of a “first peace” - a primary peace that brings us into relationship with all that is. When we turn our attention to spiritual qualities we remember our connection to the eternal. And if we remember that connection while attending to our human experiences we experience an underlying link that heals our separateness.

Spiritual and Physical are not separate. When we remember our spiritual essence, we place our humanity into a positive perspective. We have the possibility of embodying our essence right here and now within our physical experience.

What does this mean, practically? And what does it mean for our interpersonal relationships? Well, first it means that when we know peace inside ourselves we have the capacity to be less reactive in our dealings with others. We have more capacity to listen to another persons “story” without letting it trigger our own ingrained reactions or knock us away from our own equilibrium. Sometimes!

Peace also heals our perfectionism. When we remember we have the option to choose peace we are more likely to accept things as they are without needing to fix or change them to make them acceptable to us. That includes other people.

With peace we gain more spaciousness in our heart. And with that spaciousness our capacity for compassionate communication and empathy increases.

Inner peace takes away our restlessness and our grasping. We gain the ability to be more fully present with others because we are more present within ourselves. Peace gives us fullness. It rounds out our nature and takes the edge off our neediness.

And here is one of the little known advantages of a connection to inner peace. From a peaceful center we are able to uncover our genuine desires, our passions and our life purpose. Our intuition increases and we can hear the whispers of our own spirit calling us forward to more fulfilled living.

The trick to inner peace is that you cannot get there without a willingness to release ideas of right and wrong, good and bad, my way or the highway. And there is no faking it!Pseudo peace disturbs the sleep and makes the supposed peacemaker untrustworthy.

To experience more peace:

- Notice what disturbs you. Tell the truth. Is it really something to fuss over? The choice to make something a big deal or a small deal belongs to you.

- Notice what concerns you.Let the concern inspire you to more possibilities. Instead of worrying get creative.

- Notice what unsettles you. Observe these incidents of unrest as if they are surface waves upon a still and deep ocean. Go deeper. Do not stop until you relax and find harmony.

The Connection Option: Peace

At the core of our energy systems is a quiet, still point of peace. This peace is like a pool of calm, the eye of a hurricane, a deep inner sanctuary. As we connect with the energy of peace we uncover a home base within that is available regardless of the outer conditions or circumstances that surround us.

As a Victim:

I am lost, troubled, stressed and distressed. I cannot imagine feeling content until something or someone in my external world changes.

As a Creator:

I choose peace. I know that peace is available to me regardless of what happens around me.

Action for Peace:

I breathe deeply, and rest assured that peace is a natural state of consciousness and that consciousness is my consciousness today.

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Angels: Messengers of Love and Protection
By Candace Talmadge

Fog spread like misty syrup over the Jamaican mountains. The dark, narrow, twisting road out of Ocho Rios instantly became impassable to all but foot traffic.

Yet the taxi carrying Jeff Delgado had to keep driving the 40 miles to St. Joseph Hospital in Kingston–quickly. Without the medical facilities available only at St. Joseph, Jeff would die soon. Doctors suspected he had ruptured the major aorta above his stomach, the biggest blood vessel in his body.

A father of eight and just 40 years old, Jeff was bleeding to death next to his wife on the back seat of the taxi.

Tragedy threatened to end what had begun happily as an appliance sales incentive convention. Jeff, who was to emcee the banquet and ceremonies that night, had been indulging his love for liquor and good times on the beach that afternoon.

Drunk on champagne, he rented a Sunfish even though he knew nothing about sailing. The breeze sent the boat all the way out to the main reef, where Jeff realized he was in trouble. He struggled tipsily to turn the boat around. Instead, it capsized and threw him into the water. The boat’s gunwale twice whacked Jeff on the side with extreme force as the craft flipped over and over.

Working off pure adrenaline, Jeff managed to catch hold of the back of the boat and a bit of the rigging. Somehow he and the Sunfish floated back onto the beach. Jeff was so weak he had to be carried back to his hotel room, where he evacuated a huge quantity of blood from his bowels.

Terrified, he called his doctor’s office back in Norman, Okla. The nurse ordered him not to lie down, urged him to summon local medical help immediately and even phoned the hotel desk long distance to make sure others knew Jeff was in life-threatening trouble.

A young Jamaican doctor, summoned to Jeff’s room, watched in alarm as Jeff evacuated still more blood. He gave Jeff two injections of vitamin K to thicken Jeff’s blood to slow the rate of bleeding. The physician next tried to find transport to Kingston. Local residents were so fearful of the fog and the mountains that only one taxi driver was willing to make the treacherous journey that evening.

As the car negotiated the foothills and the fog closed in, a bearded, shaggy-haired figure appeared at the side of the road. Clad in sandals, cape and baggy work pants, he did not look at all like a native Jamaican. He had arched eyebrows and large hands, “like a carpenter’s,” Jeff recalls. Climbing onto the cab’s front seat, he glanced briefly at Jeff and asked: “Is that man in great pain?”

Jeff was in an almost meditative state at that point and was feeling no pain that he can remember.

The wayfarer then spent the next couple of hours guiding the driver through the fog. He even got out of the cab several times and stood just a few yards ahead, pointing the way safely through the thick swirling mists that obscured everything.

“We couldn’t have continued without him,” Jeff says. “There was a steep mountain slope on one side of the road and a precipice on the other.”

Finally, the taxi wound down out of the mountains and the fog. The wayfarer asked the driver to stop, got out of the cab and vanished, ever to be seen or heard from again.

By the time Jeff reached the Kingston hospital, he had only 40 percent of normal blood pressure and had to have massive pressurized transfusions. Doctors told him up front that he had no hope of surviving the rest of the night.

They didn’t take into consideration a tiny Jamaican nun, however. She talked to Jeff that first night at the hospital and in the days immediately following. She prayed for Jeff and the day after she made her supplication, Jeff knew his bleeding had stopped. He was even strong enough to get out of bed.

Jeff’s recovery was inexplicable to the doctors in Kingston. When he returned to the United States, Jeff was thoroughly examined at a hospital affiliated with the University of Oklahoma. Physicians there found nothing to indicate life-threatening internal injury–no scars, no lesions. They also could offer no explanations.

One of the most puzzling aspects of Jeff’s astonishing healing experience remains the sudden appearance of the wayfarer on that dangerous mountain road and then the wayfarer’s subsequent disappearance.

“I’m grateful and impressed,” Jeff says. “I don’t even pretend to explain it (the wayfarer) other than it was some external–divine–power that made this fulfillment possible.”

There are other explanations for the wayfarer: random chance, coincidence, circumstance, and even just dumb good luck or good fortune. Of course. A man just happened to be taking a nighttime stroll along a deserted, remote, fog-isolated mountain road at the exact time a dying person is also on that road and esperately needs help.

Such assertions strain credulity beyond the breaking point. Just as likely an explanation: Jeff’s wayfarer was an angel in physical form for a critical mission of love and protection: to assist in Jeff’s physical survival.

Also known as spirit guides, angels are messengers of love, faith, hope, and healing, and they are with us for the long haul.

As eternal vibrating essences, also known as souls, we choose for a number of reasons and motivations to return for an earthly presence. We do not have to face physical life alone. We gather to us a group of other vibrating essences to be our friends and remain by our side throughout our physical lifetime and even after that lifetime ends (an event known as “death”). These souls do not take on physical bodies.

When we are very young, we know our angels/guides as our imaginary friends. At least, that’s what our well-meaning parents or teachers tell us they are once we get a bit older. They’re not real, of course. They’re just wishful thinking or the figments of our childish

fantasies.

What utter nonsense. Angels/guides are every bit as real as we are. The only difference between us and the angels is we have physical bodies and they do not.

Occasionally, however, they can and do assume physical form–especially when our physical survival is on the line, as in Jeff’s case.

Angels/spirit guides also have many other ways to offer us their love, and future articles will explore some of the other “support” roles they undertake to help us.

Candace (C.L.) Talmadge is the author of the epic fantasy Green Stone of Healing(R) series and a political columnist syndicated by North Star Writers Group. As StoneScribe, she blogs about the intersection of politics and spirituality.

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