The topic of control has been a theme for me of late. Noticing the choices I make, both big and small, where I opt for the perceived safe and known way rather than feel a new and simpler way of being with life.
Control is the part that says, “Life has to be a certain way for it to be right, feel right, look right.” The crazy part is that I can apply this thinking even when I know what is ‘right’ in my head doesn’t actually work in real life.
by Frank Tybislawski, Brisbane, Australia
There was recently an event, a prank phone call, initiated by an Australian radio station to a UK hospital where a member of the Royal family was being treated. The callers pretended to be relatives and sought details of the medical condition of the patient. The prank phone call was recorded and later broadcast on an Australian radio station, however the situation turned tragic when it was subsequently revealed that the person who answered and then forwarded the phone call at the UK hospital had committed suicide.
My wife found this quite a shock, and although I can’t say I was shocked by what had happened, I kept pondering it for quite a while, well into the next few days. It stirred something in me, but I wasn’t immediately sure what that was, or why. Continue reading “What would the World be Like if we only did Things Based on Love?”
by Sarah Davis, Goonellabah NSW
Recently, a young women said something to me that I felt to be true. I have shared this in a piece called ‘The Truth of Love – Equally for All’. As a result, I found myself reflecting on what it was like to feel truth.
I knew at the time that what this young woman shared with me was true, as I could feel it in my whole body; I felt it as a “yes, I know that”. There was a feeling akin to ‘relief’ in my body; of something brought to my awareness that I wasn’t even fully aware I had lost. Upon hearing the truth in her words, I felt more complete, whole, more connected to a sense of the depths of ‘me’. Continue reading “Truth – I Can Feel it in my Bones”
by Nicole Serafin, age 40, Tintenbar, NSW
Living a day at a time and being in the moment of that day always felt like an art – an art I was never able to conquer.
Why is it that we are unable to simply be where it is that we are at? Why are we always looking ahead to what needs to be done next, or where we should be next, rather than being in the present? There are always things to be done and places to be. Could it be that the things we do could be done efficiently and clearly if we simply focussed on what we were doing in the moment we were doing them, before moving on to what was needed next? Continue reading “The Anticipation of What is Next”
by Nico van Haastrecht, Warnsveld, The Netherlands
After more than 25 years of working in the profession of electrical engineer I finally became conscious and aware of what I had felt for a long time in my work. This slowly was revealed to me when I had become a student of Universal Medicine.
What I had felt all the time was unpleasant and made me over time dislike my job and profession more and more. Now I look at it with different eyes and am able to more observe what is happening and to not get that much involved in it. Now I am in the process of re-evaluating my job and am starting to appreciate what I do because there is still that much to learn for me – and for humanity as a whole. Below I will describe some of my observations that annoyed me in the past – but now I can see what is behind it and that it is not about me, but about systems and patterns that play out. The most beautiful thing is that we can change these patterns by being present and trusting that our feelings are true. Continue reading “My Observations at Work”
by Lee Green, Perth, Australia
A few days ago I was fortunate to stay with friends in Byron Bay. Their lovely home is perched beneath the lighthouse, which that afternoon was standing tall and white against the grey mist that often falls across the sky that time of day.
But the real magic began much later when, as I settled for bed, I observed the sweeping movement of the bright light from the bedroom. I was luckier still because I could lie in bed and watch the show until it was time to close my eyes and rest deeply. Continue reading “Love and Light House”
by Mr Anonymous, Australia
I haven’t been able to write a blog.
When I re-read my attempts at writing a blog they feel grey and either a bit boastful or a bit negative on myself.
I found out it has to do with rejection. If I talk with a person, or even a group of people, I can make sure that I won’t get rejected, or that the chance is very slight. Public speaking holds few terrors for me – my worst, but bearable, experience was a public speech on the morning of Melbourne Cup Day. The audience suffered from anticipatory drunkenness even though it was 8 in the morning. Continue reading “Writing a blog: the fear of rejection”
by Rebecca Poole, Brisbane, Australia
My strength doesn’t come from my ability to bench press a weight. It certainly doesn’t come from my ability to fight. My strength isn’t in the size of my biceps or the width of my shoulders.
When I was young I thought I had to be physically muscular, athletic, rough and tough to be strong. My experience was that soft girls got walked over, teased, abused, and experienced inappropriate sexual behaviour from men. Understandably, this I didn’t want, so I chose toughness because I thought it was strength.
In my 20’s I began to ask myself “has this toughness really helped me in any way?” Continue reading “A woman’s strength is ‘KNOW’ and ‘NO’”
by Katrin Schäffer, Germany
Serge Benhayon was the first, and until now, the only person who could explain to me a way to understand why our world is the way it is. What he presents makes absolute sense; why people behave the way they do, why there is so much disharmony, harm and lovelessness in our society – and how it is possible to change that. Not just to improve my life, but to serve humanity as a whole. Continue reading “It Simply Makes Sense”