The Philosophy for a serene and happy life!

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

May the light of your soul bless your work and play with the immense love and warmth of your heart.

May you see in all that you do the beauty and light of your own soul.

May you see your own divine reflection in the eyes of those you encounter.

May the sacredness of your presence bring healing, light, and renewal to those who meet you, work with you, and need your inspiration.

May your work never weary you.

May your work release within you wellsprings of refreshment, inspiration and excitement.

May you be aware and present in all that you do.

May you never become lost and taken far from the light of your divine path.

May your burdens be lifted as you embrace a grander perspective.

May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams, possibilities, inspiration, and promises.

May evening find you content, gracious, and fulfilled.

May you go into the night blessed, sheltered, and protected.

May your eternal spirit calm, console, and renew you today and always.

It is not known who, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey… She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I though we could so she dictated the words.

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much.

I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and swim.

I am sending a picture of her so when you see her, You will know that she is my dog.

I really miss her.

Love Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God in Heaven. We put out return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to Heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.

A few days latter, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her I thought he had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on out front porch addressed “To Meredith” in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called “When a Pet Dies”. Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope.

On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in Heaven.

Having a picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.

Abbey isn’t sick any more. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.

Since we don’t need our bodies in Heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank You for your beautiful letter and thank your Mother for helping write it and sending it to me.

What a wonderful Mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings everyday and remember that I love you very much.

By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love God.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall..

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.

‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

The origin of this note is unknown.

Forward it to all your friends who you believe need to close their eyes and see more than the blank wall in front of them.

These prayers were read out at our last “circle” and are reproduced here for the message they contain. The “Earth Prayer” is framed and sits in our healing centre were I walk past it regularly. The other night it caught my attention and I was drawn to read it out, and followed by “The Circle of Life´ they convey a compelling message.

Earth Prayer

Grandfather Sky, Grandmother Earth,
The four winds the four powers and the four directions
Mother, Father, God, all our guides, Guardian Angels, Ascended Masters,
Brotherhood of light and all that is of Divine Grace
We welcome you to our circle,
We ask that you join us so we can truly become one with all that is.
In so doing I ask that you nurture my Body, Heal my Mind,
and Transform my Soul
So that when its time for me to leave this plain and come to you
I leave with an open heart, clear mind and True Spirit.

The Spirit of Silverwolf,    AHO

The Circle of Life

Man has a poor understanding of life. He mistakes knowledge for wisdom.
He tries to unveil the secrets of our Father, the Great Spirit.
He attempts to impose his laws and ways on Mother Earth.
Even though he, himself, is a part of nature, he chooses to disregard and
ignore it for the sake of his own immediate gain.

But the laws of Nature are far stronger than those of Mankind.
Man must awake at last, and learn to understand how little time there
remains before he will become the cause of his own downfall.

And he has so much to learn. To learn to see with the heart.
He must learn to respect Mother Earth – She who has given life to everything;
To our Brothers and Sisters, the Animals and the Plants;
To the rivers, the Lakes, the Oceans, and the Winds.

He must realize that this Planet does not belong to him,
But he has to care for and maintain the delicate balance of Nature
For the sake of the wellbeing of our children and of all future generations.

It is the duty of Man to preserve the Earth and the Creation of Great Spirit.
Mankind being but a grain of sand in the Holy Circle which encloses all of Life.

Chief White Cloud

I salute the Light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells,
For when you are at the centre within you,
and I at that place within me,
We shall be one

Crazy Horse, Lakota

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THE WARRIOR’S PRAYER

by Stuart Wilde

I am what I am.
– In having faith in the beauty within me, I develop trust.
– In softness I have strength.
– In silence I walk with the gods.
– In peace I understand myself and the world.
– In conflict I walk away.
– In detachment I am free.
– In respecting all living things, I respect myself.
– In dedication I honour the courage within me.
– In eternity I have compassion for the nature of all things.
– In love I unconditionally accept the evolution of others.
– In freedom I have power.
– In my individuality, I express the God-Force within me.
– In service I give of what I have become.
I am what I am:
Eternal, Immortal, Universal, and Infinite.
And so be it.

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now,
a year from now.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.

The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.

When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.

‘We must do something about father,’ said the son.

‘I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.’

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.

There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.

Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.

He asked the child sweetly, ‘What are you making?’ Just as sweetly, the boy responded,

‘Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.

‘The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents, that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,

Neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:

A rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as making a ‘life.’

I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back sometimes.

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you.

But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,

Your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.

I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.

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I Wish You Enough.

Recently I overheard a mother talking to her daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, “I love you and I wish you enough”.

The daughter replied, “Mum our life together has been more than enough”. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mum.”
They kissed and the daughter left.

The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see that she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever have to say good-bye to someone, knowing it would be forever?

“Yes, I have.” I replied. “Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?”

“I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,” she said.

“When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?”

She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in more detail and she smiled even more.”When we said ‘I wish you enough’, we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.”
Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory….

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter may how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.”

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them.