A quote from Neale Donald Walsch about “illness”

Illness is not a sign of spiritual weakness, but of spiritual strength.   When we fall ill there are some who will say, “Why did you create that for yourself?” They might convince you to see it as a sign of spiritual weakness or failure. It is not. It is a sign of spiritual strength….

POEMS: “Remember Your Highest Power” by Margaret Jang

“Remember Your Highest Power”   If your thoughts grow dark and heavy or you feel despondently low, remember your highest power, just shout and call it by name! You need to know the reasons, why sorrow is lost  in frustration or shame If your thoughts grow dark and heavy or you feel despondently low, keep…

POEMS: “Blossom of A Thousand Petals” by Margaret Jang

Blossom of A Thousand Petals You are like an exquisite blossom, with talents ready to unfold. You have a thousand petals, unfurling to gently behold. Each petal has a story, whispering in your ear. Amazing in its wisdom, that you can finally hear. The blossom is quite special, for it won’t wilt or die. It…

A quote from Neale Donald Walsch about “illness”

Illness is not a sign of spiritual weakness, but of spiritual strength. When we fall ill there are some who will say, “Why did you create that for yourself?” They might convince you to see it as a sign of spiritual weakness or failure. It is not. It is a sign of spiritual strength. All…

A quote from Neale Donald Walsch on “Oneness”

All of life is animated by a single fantastic energy, which is the essence of everything that is — including you. Isn’t that amazing? Now, because this essence is who you are and what you are made of, it can obviously never leave you. Perhaps not so obviously, it can also be wonderfully helpful. It can bring you peace in moments…

This is what I have to say to you

This is what I have to say to you: You know all that you need to know. You already are all that you need to be. It remains only for you to recognize and acknowledge who you are, what you know, and the powerful presence that is awake within you. You think of yourself as…

POEMS: “The Little Acorn”

In small green cup an acorn grew
On tall and stately oak
The spreading leaves the secret knew
And hid it like a cloak
The breezes rocked it tenderly
The sunbeams whispered low
‘Some day the smallest acorn here
Will make an oak, you know’