I want to quote for you a passage from Conversations With God. The guy Neale Donald Walsh would write ranting letters to people whenever they upset him and one day he wrote a ranting letter to God and when he finished his hand kept going. It's an awesome book.
I'm quoting the bit I'm quoting because Lorna Byrne (I know, I'm going on aren't I? I'm probably not going to stop either) said she'd been shown two outcomes of our planet. One of total destruction and one of unity and peace. Both are attainable and we all know that it's not looking too good at the moment.
Anyway, it's chapter 4 and in the previous chapter Neale asked God what hell was.
"The big worry is that somehow we'll mess up and not get to ever see You, be with You."
"You mean "get to heaven"?"
"Yes. We're all afraid of going to hell."
"So you've placed yourself there to begin with in order to avoid going there. Hmmmm. Interesting strategy."
"There You are, being flip again."
"I can't help it. This whole hell thing brings out the worst in Me!"
"Good grief, You're a regular comedian."
"It took you this long to find that out? You looked the world lately?"
"Which brings me to another question. Why don't You fix the world, instead of allowing it to go to hell?"
"Why don't you?"
"I don't have the power."
"Nonsense. You've the power and the ability right now to end world hunger this minute, to cure diseases this instant. What if I told you your own medical profession holds back cures, refuses to approve alternative medecines and procedures because they threaten the very structure of the "healing" profession? What if I told you that the governments of the world do not want to end world hunger? Would you believe me?"
(Page 89. Don't be afraid of this book!)
Oh and read this which a friend wrote. A truly excellent blog:
http://www.thewritefuture.com/the-write-future/2011/10/eat-andor-die.html
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Seek an answer, you will find it
What is hell and who goes?
My burning question to Lorna Byrne which the Universe heard loud and clear because the book I am reading at the moment is called "Conversations With God Book One" and the guy, Neale Donald Walsch asks God "What is hell?" and God says: "It is the experience of the worst possible outcomes of your choices. It is the natural consequence of any thought which denies Me, or says no to Who You Are in relation to Me." He (God) then goes on to say: "Yet even this experience is never eternal . It cannot be, for it is not My plan that you should be separated from me forever and ever." (That's a relief then!)
So Neale asks: "But if there's no hell, does that mean I can do what I want, act as I wish, commit any act, without fear of retribution?" which I will have to read again as I'm reading "Must you be threatened in order to "be good"?... You are your own rule-maker..."
Adolf Hitler went to heaven. God tells Neale. I was like whhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?????
I'm glad I've been led to this book because it's really good!! Barbel Mohr quotes from it at the end of her Cosmic Ordering book and the woman next to me at the Byrne seminar recommended it as well.
She was funny. She said "Because you've recommended some books to me, I'll recommend some to you" (which was funny because that's not why I told her about the books that I did). She mentioned Conversation with God then asked if I'd read Women Who Run With The Wolves. "It's my bible!" I said and she laughed: "Me too!"
If you have a question, especially about yourself, you will find the answer or the answer will find you and it's surprising how quickly!
My burning question to Lorna Byrne which the Universe heard loud and clear because the book I am reading at the moment is called "Conversations With God Book One" and the guy, Neale Donald Walsch asks God "What is hell?" and God says: "It is the experience of the worst possible outcomes of your choices. It is the natural consequence of any thought which denies Me, or says no to Who You Are in relation to Me." He (God) then goes on to say: "Yet even this experience is never eternal . It cannot be, for it is not My plan that you should be separated from me forever and ever." (That's a relief then!)
So Neale asks: "But if there's no hell, does that mean I can do what I want, act as I wish, commit any act, without fear of retribution?" which I will have to read again as I'm reading "Must you be threatened in order to "be good"?... You are your own rule-maker..."
Adolf Hitler went to heaven. God tells Neale. I was like whhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?????
I'm glad I've been led to this book because it's really good!! Barbel Mohr quotes from it at the end of her Cosmic Ordering book and the woman next to me at the Byrne seminar recommended it as well.
She was funny. She said "Because you've recommended some books to me, I'll recommend some to you" (which was funny because that's not why I told her about the books that I did). She mentioned Conversation with God then asked if I'd read Women Who Run With The Wolves. "It's my bible!" I said and she laughed: "Me too!"
If you have a question, especially about yourself, you will find the answer or the answer will find you and it's surprising how quickly!
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Heaven and Hell
The question I didn't get to ask Lorna Byrne on Monday was:
"If the angels have told you about heaven, shown you heaven, have they told you about Hell and given you any indication of the kind of people who go?"
I've a feeling my son's going to ask me about it see and I want to give him a fair answer.
(AND the Catholics have written a new translation of the Liturgy. One of the prayers that used to go something like 'Jesus died and on the third day rose again' now goes like this: "Jesus died, descended into Hell and on the third day ascended into Heaven." Nice one Catho's, bring back the Fear...)
I have to admit, my arm wasn't shot up as eagerly as other peoples because I didn't really like my question, I just thought I should ask it and in truth, I still want to know.
The girl next to me didn't stick her hand up because she thought it wouldn't be fair if she was picked when I'd been waiting longer. ????????????? Don't ever do that reader yeah?
She had a super cool question. Lorna Byrne has learning difficulties, she can barely read and write, she says. Girl next to me wanted to know what help she got to write her books and whether they were ghost written. I don't think they were.
As for Heaven, there's no exact location, it's a place that people who go there don't want to come back from and God has a library. A library! That really threw me. Lorna hid from Him in his Library. I thought there were no material 'things' up there (across there?) Is it e-books without the hardware?
If I go I'll let you know!
Ahem, when I go....!
See you later!
"If the angels have told you about heaven, shown you heaven, have they told you about Hell and given you any indication of the kind of people who go?"
I've a feeling my son's going to ask me about it see and I want to give him a fair answer.
(AND the Catholics have written a new translation of the Liturgy. One of the prayers that used to go something like 'Jesus died and on the third day rose again' now goes like this: "Jesus died, descended into Hell and on the third day ascended into Heaven." Nice one Catho's, bring back the Fear...)
I have to admit, my arm wasn't shot up as eagerly as other peoples because I didn't really like my question, I just thought I should ask it and in truth, I still want to know.
The girl next to me didn't stick her hand up because she thought it wouldn't be fair if she was picked when I'd been waiting longer. ????????????? Don't ever do that reader yeah?
She had a super cool question. Lorna Byrne has learning difficulties, she can barely read and write, she says. Girl next to me wanted to know what help she got to write her books and whether they were ghost written. I don't think they were.
As for Heaven, there's no exact location, it's a place that people who go there don't want to come back from and God has a library. A library! That really threw me. Lorna hid from Him in his Library. I thought there were no material 'things' up there (across there?) Is it e-books without the hardware?
If I go I'll let you know!
Ahem, when I go....!
See you later!
Love Thy Enemy
Forgiveness
Love your enemy
All very difficult things to do on the path of a happy contented life.
Love Ugly? I don't think so!
I might have found a trick to make this easier
If we all have guardian angels and let us assume for the sake of this argument that we do, then that means that our enemies also have guardian angels.
Angels, from what I am being told, are neutral beings (beings?), neither male nor female, can present themselves as either, and do not judge.
In her book, The Cosmic Ordering Service, Barbel Mohr says that we should say Peace Be With You to our enemies. The premise being if we send out good positive thoughts, good positive things come back to us.
My new trick then, if I find it hard to say Peace Be With You to Ugly, or even the Foca sometimes, or whoever, then I can say Peace Be With You to their angel instead! If Ugly knew she had an angel she might not be as Ugly as she is and me and my ugly thoughts might diminish if I don't give them so much of my time.
A tall order I know, especially as the Tory party are all smugly camped out in Manchester telling us life isn't going to be good for a few years as they quaff their champagne and gaffaw loudly with no thought for any of the vulnerable people they promised to protect. (http://www.monbiot.com/2011/10/03/more-cuts-please/)
Peace Be With You Grrrrrrrr
Stigmum, Peace Be With You.
and Peace Be With You reader
and All The Best Everyone (except cabinet millionaires and greedy bankers...aaaaargh, not easy, not easy this love your enemy lark!)
PEACE
PEACE
PEACE
be with
YOU!
Love your enemy
All very difficult things to do on the path of a happy contented life.
Love Ugly? I don't think so!
I might have found a trick to make this easier
If we all have guardian angels and let us assume for the sake of this argument that we do, then that means that our enemies also have guardian angels.
Angels, from what I am being told, are neutral beings (beings?), neither male nor female, can present themselves as either, and do not judge.
In her book, The Cosmic Ordering Service, Barbel Mohr says that we should say Peace Be With You to our enemies. The premise being if we send out good positive thoughts, good positive things come back to us.
My new trick then, if I find it hard to say Peace Be With You to Ugly, or even the Foca sometimes, or whoever, then I can say Peace Be With You to their angel instead! If Ugly knew she had an angel she might not be as Ugly as she is and me and my ugly thoughts might diminish if I don't give them so much of my time.
A tall order I know, especially as the Tory party are all smugly camped out in Manchester telling us life isn't going to be good for a few years as they quaff their champagne and gaffaw loudly with no thought for any of the vulnerable people they promised to protect. (http://www.monbiot.com/2011/10/03/more-cuts-please/)
Peace Be With You Grrrrrrrr
Stigmum, Peace Be With You.
and Peace Be With You reader
and All The Best Everyone (except cabinet millionaires and greedy bankers...aaaaargh, not easy, not easy this love your enemy lark!)
PEACE
PEACE
PEACE
be with
YOU!
Lessons in Love
At Monday's Lorna Byrne seminar I wanted to ask her about her marriage to her husband Joe.
When Lorna was about 10 years old angels appeared to her, showed her her future husband and told her they wouldn't grow old together.
I remember reading that and being really shocked. How cruel!! Why tell somebody that? At the time I thought that's why angels don't appear to me and tell me things because I would think about it too much. Every day of my marriage I'd think "you're going to die." That's if I had the courage to go through the marriage in the first place.
Pain. Lorna has felt gigantic enormous pain at losing her husband but she'd have felt enormous gigantic pain if she'd done a me and turned away from him for fear of feeling the pain in the first place.
We can never know if our relationships will last but that's no reason is it, not to give them a chance. Not to give yourself a chance. Or the other person a chance.
It is a question isn't it, of living each day as it comes, and if that's quite hard, to live each moment and to thank those moments for they are full of hope.
Full of love
Full of hope
Full of love
Full of hope
Fear is not a friend.
Full of hope
Full of love
When Lorna was about 10 years old angels appeared to her, showed her her future husband and told her they wouldn't grow old together.
I remember reading that and being really shocked. How cruel!! Why tell somebody that? At the time I thought that's why angels don't appear to me and tell me things because I would think about it too much. Every day of my marriage I'd think "you're going to die." That's if I had the courage to go through the marriage in the first place.
Pain. Lorna has felt gigantic enormous pain at losing her husband but she'd have felt enormous gigantic pain if she'd done a me and turned away from him for fear of feeling the pain in the first place.
We can never know if our relationships will last but that's no reason is it, not to give them a chance. Not to give yourself a chance. Or the other person a chance.
It is a question isn't it, of living each day as it comes, and if that's quite hard, to live each moment and to thank those moments for they are full of hope.
Full of love
Full of hope
Full of love
Full of hope
Fear is not a friend.
Full of hope
Full of love
Messenger of the Angelic Realm
What a wonderful evening Monday night was. I truly didn't know what to expect and was nervous and excited at the same time.
The journalist who was meant to be interviewing Lorna Byrne had been taken ill so another stepped in her place and if I told you she was the perfect choice for a potentially sceptical English audience (I say English because she was in Scotland last night and it's not just Scots in Scotland is it?) would you believe me? She was funny, irreverent, took the piss abit, put everyone at ease.
Lorna Byrne is a Messenger. Not like a priest is a messenger (or none that I've met). She's small, she's shy, she hides behind her hands when she's embarrassed. She's very light, like, for example, there was a point when she was talking about God's Library and I shifted in my chair, a abit uncomfortable. The conversation about this other realm was becoming a bit too much for me. Lorna stalled and the journalist asked if the angels were telling her what to say and what not to say and she said yes. The journo asked her if the angels were telling her to hold something back at that moment and Lorna said yes, that some in the audience were finding it difficult! And she giggled and I giggled and that's what I mean by light.
The journalist asked her questions for an hour. What is an angel? What do they look like? Lorna was in London at the time of the riots...were angels there? What did they make of it? Loads of questions. We were told angels were the guardians of our souls. We all have a soul and all have an angel guarding it. We need to look after our planet. We need to look after ourselves.
The next hour was taken with questions from the audience. Again, loads. Big ones some of them. So many religions, which does one choose? How can I become more patient? The trouble in Syria, Libya, why don't angels intervene? Do I have a guardian angel? Can you see it? Do you begrudge the role asked of you? I'm at a crossroads, what is my purpose? WHAT IS MY PURPOSE? (I hadn't heard the answer either so good job she repeated it)
"LIVE YOUR LIFE!"
Afterwards there was a meet and greet and Lorna would do it as a blessing we were told. The crowd swarmed to her as they do at communion on a Sunday. It was really funny! I'd got chatting to the girl next to me about all kinds of stuff and she said "Are you going up?" and I said "Yes, I told my mum I'd thank Lorna on her behalf." Would I have gone anyway? Yes, I think so! A Quaker girl in the queue behind us told us she'd actually come along for a seminar on gay marriage but saw this advertised and thought 'that sounds interesting! What's all that about?!' She'd never read Angels in my Hair or Stairways to Heaven, she'd never heard of Lornal Byrne before.
The blessing was a healing prayer and a hug. She hugged everyone. Everyone. A hug! Some were crying, some were smiling. Everyone was really ordinary, like you, like me, like Lorna is and isn't.
Obviously this isn't a great description of the evening, infact it's a pretty poor one, but I hope I've given you a sense.
By some chance, coincidental chance for I'd been faffing around the book stall at the end, I was walking just behind Lorna and her friend when I was heading back to the tube and at the lights, fell into conversation with her. I didn't ask her the question I'd shot my arm up for in the hall but chatted about my mum, how she'd wanted to write to her but didn't know where to send it, and I'd said I could hand deliver it! "She says "Thank you!"" Her friend said "We read all the letters you know!"
I wasn't crossing the zebra crossing we came to but Lorna and her friend were. Lorna looked back at me and there was a sudden flash of surprise on her face. A look of joy on her features in that split moment, like she was seeing me for the first time and recognised me. Then she turned back and walked on her way.
I didn't think to ask her anything on that short walk but I got all the answers I needed.
It was an extraordinary evening looking back and will stay with me for a very long time.
Thank you Lorna Byrne.
(at this juncture I don't know how much me and stigs have written about her as there is more I want to say! This may be the last thing but it may also be the first thing, you know as much as me!)
The journalist who was meant to be interviewing Lorna Byrne had been taken ill so another stepped in her place and if I told you she was the perfect choice for a potentially sceptical English audience (I say English because she was in Scotland last night and it's not just Scots in Scotland is it?) would you believe me? She was funny, irreverent, took the piss abit, put everyone at ease.
Lorna Byrne is a Messenger. Not like a priest is a messenger (or none that I've met). She's small, she's shy, she hides behind her hands when she's embarrassed. She's very light, like, for example, there was a point when she was talking about God's Library and I shifted in my chair, a abit uncomfortable. The conversation about this other realm was becoming a bit too much for me. Lorna stalled and the journalist asked if the angels were telling her what to say and what not to say and she said yes. The journo asked her if the angels were telling her to hold something back at that moment and Lorna said yes, that some in the audience were finding it difficult! And she giggled and I giggled and that's what I mean by light.
The journalist asked her questions for an hour. What is an angel? What do they look like? Lorna was in London at the time of the riots...were angels there? What did they make of it? Loads of questions. We were told angels were the guardians of our souls. We all have a soul and all have an angel guarding it. We need to look after our planet. We need to look after ourselves.
The next hour was taken with questions from the audience. Again, loads. Big ones some of them. So many religions, which does one choose? How can I become more patient? The trouble in Syria, Libya, why don't angels intervene? Do I have a guardian angel? Can you see it? Do you begrudge the role asked of you? I'm at a crossroads, what is my purpose? WHAT IS MY PURPOSE? (I hadn't heard the answer either so good job she repeated it)
"LIVE YOUR LIFE!"
Afterwards there was a meet and greet and Lorna would do it as a blessing we were told. The crowd swarmed to her as they do at communion on a Sunday. It was really funny! I'd got chatting to the girl next to me about all kinds of stuff and she said "Are you going up?" and I said "Yes, I told my mum I'd thank Lorna on her behalf." Would I have gone anyway? Yes, I think so! A Quaker girl in the queue behind us told us she'd actually come along for a seminar on gay marriage but saw this advertised and thought 'that sounds interesting! What's all that about?!' She'd never read Angels in my Hair or Stairways to Heaven, she'd never heard of Lornal Byrne before.
The blessing was a healing prayer and a hug. She hugged everyone. Everyone. A hug! Some were crying, some were smiling. Everyone was really ordinary, like you, like me, like Lorna is and isn't.
Obviously this isn't a great description of the evening, infact it's a pretty poor one, but I hope I've given you a sense.
By some chance, coincidental chance for I'd been faffing around the book stall at the end, I was walking just behind Lorna and her friend when I was heading back to the tube and at the lights, fell into conversation with her. I didn't ask her the question I'd shot my arm up for in the hall but chatted about my mum, how she'd wanted to write to her but didn't know where to send it, and I'd said I could hand deliver it! "She says "Thank you!"" Her friend said "We read all the letters you know!"
I wasn't crossing the zebra crossing we came to but Lorna and her friend were. Lorna looked back at me and there was a sudden flash of surprise on her face. A look of joy on her features in that split moment, like she was seeing me for the first time and recognised me. Then she turned back and walked on her way.
I didn't think to ask her anything on that short walk but I got all the answers I needed.
It was an extraordinary evening looking back and will stay with me for a very long time.
Thank you Lorna Byrne.
(at this juncture I don't know how much me and stigs have written about her as there is more I want to say! This may be the last thing but it may also be the first thing, you know as much as me!)
Monday, 3 October 2011
I'm off to hear Lorna Byrne speak!
Hello hello stigs!! Hello to you too person reading this!
My, I've missed blogging but had no time as the Dream Job was keeping me well busy and I was well too tired to blog aswell despite the temptations and urges.
Could have come back to it any old way today as it's been a mighty blog about fortnight.
Support worker came round and said I was.. feck, whatever, I'll remember the word in a minute..
Got a letter from housing benefit saying the payments had stopped because I was no longer in receipt of income support or Jobseekers allowance (I was told if you remember, that it would be a 'smooth transition')
The letter from housing benefit had a new claim form I had to fill in with my whole life in blue or black ink. I was working full time, had my circumstances changed? Yeah! I was working for free not being paid, had my circumstances changed? Um, no! I didn't know what to do but all friends told me not to be honest and say I was working, but tell them nothing at all.
The Dream Job... Well... A week ago last Friday he sent a text saying "It's not working". His cc'd mother replied: "Hunh?" and I replied to all: "Yes, what do you mean?" and am still awaiting his response.
Have I been fired again without being told?
Is this the way with welfare recipients?
If I'm back to blogging I'll fill you in..well about Dream Job at any rate. Still hurting but they say that if things don't work out it's because something better is coming along.
Yeah? Got turned down for a job on a housing magazine on my son's birthday and had to sign over to Jobseekers Allowance the following day.
It's good to cry. So I took my tears to the Church of the Immaculate Conception and said "Thank you for my son" and when I'd stopped crying lit four candles.
Lorna Byrne is in London this evening. You may know her, she's been able to see and communicate with angels all her life and wrote her very beautiful autobiography "Angels in my Hair".
I feel very lucky. She's an incredible woman. I knew she was here tonight but had no sitter and £25 a ticket also seemed excessive (Oh the draught...)
"Maybe it's to pay for the hall," said my mum at the weekend.
I texted my mate Charlie: "Hate to ask but are you free Monday..."
Privileged. That's what the support worker said I was when he closed my homeless household support case. People aren't as privileged as me, he said.
Lorna Byrne will tell us, I'm guessing, through her interview with a journalist, that we all have a guardian angel and that there are millions of unemployed angels all crying out for us to ask them for help.
Yes I am privileged.
We are all privileged
We don't all know that though.
I want to take a more spiritual path from now on. I need to, it's a much happier route the one looking out for positive coincidences (like free Monday night babysitters and a mother who said she'd buy my seminar ticket:)).
I don't know what thrust my blogging will take but quite probably what it says on the tin - single mother on benefit, parasite bleeding the state dry....Which I'm not, we're not..you know that now don't you?
Stigmum drives this
I am just her conduit.
Have a lovely afternoon this blazing hot, blue skied, sunny October afternoon! (Been crazy hasn't it?!)
My, I've missed blogging but had no time as the Dream Job was keeping me well busy and I was well too tired to blog aswell despite the temptations and urges.
Could have come back to it any old way today as it's been a mighty blog about fortnight.
Support worker came round and said I was.. feck, whatever, I'll remember the word in a minute..
Got a letter from housing benefit saying the payments had stopped because I was no longer in receipt of income support or Jobseekers allowance (I was told if you remember, that it would be a 'smooth transition')
The letter from housing benefit had a new claim form I had to fill in with my whole life in blue or black ink. I was working full time, had my circumstances changed? Yeah! I was working for free not being paid, had my circumstances changed? Um, no! I didn't know what to do but all friends told me not to be honest and say I was working, but tell them nothing at all.
The Dream Job... Well... A week ago last Friday he sent a text saying "It's not working". His cc'd mother replied: "Hunh?" and I replied to all: "Yes, what do you mean?" and am still awaiting his response.
Have I been fired again without being told?
Is this the way with welfare recipients?
If I'm back to blogging I'll fill you in..well about Dream Job at any rate. Still hurting but they say that if things don't work out it's because something better is coming along.
Yeah? Got turned down for a job on a housing magazine on my son's birthday and had to sign over to Jobseekers Allowance the following day.
It's good to cry. So I took my tears to the Church of the Immaculate Conception and said "Thank you for my son" and when I'd stopped crying lit four candles.
Lorna Byrne is in London this evening. You may know her, she's been able to see and communicate with angels all her life and wrote her very beautiful autobiography "Angels in my Hair".
I feel very lucky. She's an incredible woman. I knew she was here tonight but had no sitter and £25 a ticket also seemed excessive (Oh the draught...)
"Maybe it's to pay for the hall," said my mum at the weekend.
I texted my mate Charlie: "Hate to ask but are you free Monday..."
Privileged. That's what the support worker said I was when he closed my homeless household support case. People aren't as privileged as me, he said.
Lorna Byrne will tell us, I'm guessing, through her interview with a journalist, that we all have a guardian angel and that there are millions of unemployed angels all crying out for us to ask them for help.
Yes I am privileged.
We are all privileged
We don't all know that though.
I want to take a more spiritual path from now on. I need to, it's a much happier route the one looking out for positive coincidences (like free Monday night babysitters and a mother who said she'd buy my seminar ticket:)).
I don't know what thrust my blogging will take but quite probably what it says on the tin - single mother on benefit, parasite bleeding the state dry....Which I'm not, we're not..you know that now don't you?
Stigmum drives this
I am just her conduit.
Have a lovely afternoon this blazing hot, blue skied, sunny October afternoon! (Been crazy hasn't it?!)
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