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Setting more Healthy Boundaries...our thoughts make us who we are...
Thrill of Protection. - May 12
Turn out all thoughts of doubt and of trouble. Never tolerate them even for one second. Bar the windows and doors of your souls against them as you would bar your home against a thief who would steal in to take your treasures.
What greater treasures can you have than Peace and Rest and Joy? And these are all stolen from you by doubt and fear and despair.
Face each day with Love and Laughter. Face the storm.
Joy, Peace, Love, My great gifts. Follow Me to find all three. I want you to feel the thrill of protection and safety, now. Any soul can feel this in a harbour, but real joy and victory come only to those alone who sense these when they ride a storm.
Say "All is well." Say it not as a vain repetition. Use it as you use a healing balm for cut or wound, until the poison is drawn out; then, until the sore is healed; then until the thrill of fresh Life floods your Being.
All is well.
Proverbs 23:7 For as he thinketh in his heart, so [is] he: Eat and drink, saith he to thee; but his heart [is] not with thee.
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If Men Only Understood – James Allen
If men only understood
That the wrong act of a Brother
Should not call from them another,
But should be annulled with kindness,
That their eyes should aid his blindness,
They would find the Heavenly Portal
Leading on to Love immortal—
If they only understood.
If men only understood
That their wrong can never smother
The wrong-doing of another ;
That by hatred hate increases,
And by Good all evil ceases,
They would cleanse their hearts and actions.
Banish thence all vile detractions—
If they only understood.
If men only understood
That the heart that sins must sorrow,
That the hateful mind to-morrow
Reaps its barren harvest, weeping,
Starving, resting not, nor sleeping;
Tenderness would fill their being.
They would see with Pity’s seeing—
If they only understood.
If men only understood
All the emptiness and aching
Of the sleeping mid the waking
Of the souls they judge so blindly,
Of the hearts they pierce unkindly.
They, with gentler words and feeling,
Would apply the balm of healing—
If they only understood.
If men only understood
That their hatred and resentment
Slays their peace and sweet contentment
Hurts themselves, helps not another,
Does not cheer one lonely Brother,
They would seek the better doing
Of good deeds which leaves no rueing-—
If they only understood.
If men only understood
How Love conquers ; how prevailing
Is its might, grim hate assailing;
How Compassion endeth sorrow,
Maketh wise, and doth not borrow
Pain of passion; they would ever
Live in Love, in hatred never—
If they only understood.
Live in love,
Peace.
That is a lovely poem.
Thank you for sharing that with us.
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So glad this touched someone with meaning.
All men know these truths because Father reminds them every day that they violate them (with calamities - and breaking things). The unfortunate thing is that men ignorantly (and arrogantly) believe that they know better than Father and choose to defend them-selves from other men with hate, fear, and loathing, rather than trust that Father will handle it for them. If only men would "fight back" with love and compassion/pity and kindness... if men only understood (trusted and believed-with actions). Karma doesn't have to be a b**ch, on the contrary (Blessings from Father).
Peace
Thank-you for sharing this profound poem. A cherished gift, reminder, and keepsake it is.
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Wow
Thank you for sharing.
Am actually copying it
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Thief
You should have never taken
something that belonged to me.
The item can't be replaced,
can't be found in a store.
I never granted permission,
never knew it was of interest.
Yet you forced your will,
upon a fragile innocent soul.
Found myself scared and shaking,
too scared to tell a soul.
Young, confused, and battered,
I kept the truth deep inside.
Years of being different and sad,
I blamed myself for what you stole.
I remember the threats you made,
causing me to never tell.
Now I am older and smarter,
with more courage and wisdom.
It wasn't me that was different,
it was you all along.
Your thievery wasn't a great plan,
it was a opportunity of deception.
I will admit you had me fooled,
deception was a sign of your illness.
I now hold the power,
that you thought you owned.
I own the power of truth,
you want to live with your lie.
Fear has left the building,
you will never control me.
I found a way to rebuild,
my scared fragile soul.
I feel sorry for you,
you will always live with your crime.
A tormented soul is all you have,
for I have taken back what's mine!
Can You See Christ in His Second Coming? He Has Already Cast His Net
For serenity:
The Way home or face The Fire
Words of Wisdom 1
God, please grant me the serenity,
to accept the things that I can not change;
the courage, to change the things that I can change;
and the Wisdom, to always know the difference between the two.
Men love their desires, for gratification seems sweet to them, but its end is pain and vacuity; they love the argumentations of the intellect, for egotism seems most desirable to them, but the fruits thereof are humiliation and sorrow. When the soul has reached the end of gratification and reaped the bitter fruits of egotism, it is ready to receive the Divine Wisdom and to enter into the Divine Life. Only the crucified can be transfigured; only by the death of self can the Lord of the heart rise again into the Immortal Life, and stand radiant upon the Olivet of Wisdom.
Thou hast thy trials? Every outward trial is the replica of an inward imperfection. Thou shalt grow wise by knowing this, and shalt thereby transmute trial into active joy, finding the Kingdom where trial cannot come. When wilt thou learn thy lessons, O child of earth! All thy sorrows cry out against thee; every pain is thy just accuser, and thy griefs are but the shadows of thy unworthy and perishable self. The Kingdom of Heaven is thine; how long wilt thou reject it, preferring the lurid atmosphere of Hell — the hell of thy self-seeking self?
Where self is not there is the Garden of the Heavenly Life, and
"There spring the healing streams Quenching all thirst! there bloom the immortal flowers Carpeting all the way with joy! there throng Swiftest and sweetest hours !" The redeemed sons of God, the glorified in body and spirit, are"bought with a price," and that price is the crucifixion of the personality, the death of self; and having put away that within which is the source of all discord, they have found the universal Music, the abiding Joy. Life is more than motion, it is Music; more than rest, it is Peace; more than work, it is Duty; more than labour, it is Love; more than enjoyment, it is Blessedness; more than acquiring money and position and reputation, it is Knowledge, Purpose, strong and high Resolve. - James Allen
The "self" is s-elf. Satan's elf.
LOS