The Art of Creativity

Posted December 9, 2008 by sofia777
Categories: Articles by others

Published in 1992 in Psychology Today, this article on creativity is a shining example of how we can utilize our greater gifts.

DailyGood: The Art of Creativity

We Are All In This Together

Posted November 30, 2008 by sofia777
Categories: Articles by others, Reflections of ourselves

Received this in an e-mail today and think it is worth sharing. Although it never clearly indicated who the author was, I think it is the person at the end whose e-mail address is given:

We Are In This Together

I am telling this story because I think it has a great relevance to what we, as light workers, are going through right now.  I know that we are not alone in our struggle to overcome fear.  In this story that was played out before me in nature in a remote place 200 miles south of the Arctic Circle, there was a lesson I believe we need to look at now.  

This was a fascinating and awesome experience to watch out in nature.  I have never been able to forget it.  It comes to my mind at least ten times a year.  And now with the situation the exists on earth and the things we expect and want from our brothers and sisters from the stars, it comes to my mind at least ten times a day.  I asked one of my Teachers on November 14, 2008 in a private session if he thought it had any relevance and if I should write the story and share it.   He had a firm  ‘Dahhhhh don’t ya think?’  Or something like that.   I hope you can see the love and caring that exists in all creation.

In the early 90’s, while on a canoe trip in the northern Yukon Territory of Alaska we camped one night on Bonnet Plume Lake.   After a nice dinner we settled around the campfire to talk.  The lake has a short beach, maybe two feet wide.  The beach ends with a short bank about a foot high.  We are above the beach in the grass in a small clearing.  There is brush all around us.  Our canoes are resting on the bank, one end over the grass and one end in the water.  Where the beach is, there is maybe eighteen inches of clearance under the canoes.  Any small animal traveling down the beach could easily go under the canoes. 

After dinner while we are relaxing, a family of small wading birds comes down the beach.  The mom and dad are first and they go under the canoe and travel down the beach maybe twenty feet.  There are four little chicks.  They are fuzz balls with toothpick legs.  The adult birds maybe weigh one ounce.  As for the babies, it would be hard to weigh them.  They are so cute and have short little wings that are covered with fuzz and maybe some small feather starts.  They have nothing at all to fly with. 

The adults have gone down the beach but the babies see the canoe and stop.  The adults give a little peep,  and the first of the four chicks runs under the canoes like they are monsters waiting to eat him.  From the far side he cheeps at the others.  The three remaining chicks run up to the canoe, slam on their brakes and then run the other way.  At this point a strange thing happens.  The parents go down the beach further.  They are about thirty feet away around the corner and behind the brush.  From this point the parents let out a small chirp about every five minutes.  They do not come back to the little chicks.  They just stay out of range and give their little chirp call. 

The three who would not go have run back about fifteen feet.  The brave one comes back under the boat and huddles with the others and you can hear very small chirps as they talk with each other.  Several minutes later the four of them are off to challenge the canoes again.  Number One is under the canoes in a heartbeat.  Number Two gets to the canoe and chickens out.  Number Three and Four get about three feet away and run for cover. 

Number One comes back through and joins the team again.  There is more talk and encouraging and convincing that it is really ok and they can do it.  After several minutes they are off again.  At full speed on those little toothpicks they charge the canoes.  Number 1 is under again, Number 2 is halfway under but makes the fatal mistake of looking up.  He does a 180 degree turn and is back with 3 and 4 as they make a safe getaway.  After several minutes Number 1 is under the canoe and back with his brothers and sisters.  There is a longer huddle this time. 

We discuss moving the canoes but we decide that this is so interesting we need to see the natural outcome.  We hear the parents chirp but see no sign of them.  The team is all pumped up and ready to do it this time.  They charge-  success!   Number 1 and 2 make it all the way.  Number 2 has learned “do not look up.”  With that learned he/she has learned that canoes do not eat little shore birds.  Number 3 and 4  made it within two feet of the boat.  After several minutes number 1 and 2 are back under and in the huddle with the whole team. 

The huddle is longer and there is more chirping.  Then they line up on the beach and charge the canoes.  This time Number 1 and 2 make it with no problem.  But Number 3 has made the fatal mistake and looks up.  Number 4 is still at the three-foot safe line.  He still thinks canoes can eat you but cannot reach over two feet..  Number 1 and 2 run back under and join the team again for another huddle.  This has been going on for almost an hour.  The parents are still around the bend.

There is a quick huddle and lots of chirping.  They line up and are off again.  Number 1 is in the lead and under the canoes.  Number 2 is right on his tailfluff.  Number 3 is close behind and actually makes it all the way.  On reaching the far side, they all look back at the canoe and look for number 4.  No number 4; he is way back inside of the safe zone and now he is all alone.  The three others quickly cross the battle zone and return to their brother.  We could actually feel the joy of number 4 when the others returned. 

The huddle was resumed and there was chirping and they all lined up again.  I do not know who gave the signal but they were off and running.  Number 1 and 2 and 3 were under the canoe before you could take a breath.  Number 4 made it to the two foot mark then back to the safe zone he went. This went on again and again for several more times.  Number 4 could not get the courage he needed.  The parents were patiently waiting.  Every five minutes they would chirp. 

There was a real long huddle this time.  The canoes stuck out in the lake about ten feet.  The canoes were both nineteen feet long.  They would chirp from the huddle and then look at the canoes.  Then they would chirp again.  What happened next absolutely blew us away.  In all the possible solutions to their problem, we could not have guessed what they would do.  They could not fly – no feathers.  They could not take the high road.  There were four huge people and tents and gear all over the high road.  They had been away from their parents for over an hour as this played out.  We wondered why their parents would not come back and help.  

The huddle was over.  They lined up on the shore again.  Just like in a race, someone fired the gun for them.  They were off faster than before.  Down the shore they came straight at the canoes.  They were almost flying, if fluff could fly.  At the three foot safe zone for number 4 they had a sudden coarse change.  All four of them in a tightly packed group ran out on the lake with their little toothpick legs and big feet. 

They were moving at warp speed.  They were walking or running on water.  They made the distance to the end of the canoes and a good three feet beyond and turned back for shore.  They lost no speed on the turn and hit the shore running.  We heard lots of chirps when they reached their parents.  They had walked on water.  They had a final and total victory over fear.  It took them over an hour to find a solution.  They worked together and never left any one behind.  It was a group effort and solution.  

 I always wonder which of them lived the longest?  Was it Number 1 with almost no fear.  Or was it Number 4 who was so cautious.  They live in a world full of predators.  They had no feathers yet and in one month they needed to be on a three thousand mile journey south.  They are seen on our Pacific beaches as they head south for the winter.  Some of them winter in Chile. 

I see us now struggling to work through our problems so we can ascend.  I see our brothers and sisters from the stars coming back to help.  They have never left us.  They never will.  They will work with us to find  a solution.   Mother and Father await for us just out of sight.  They have not moved, just sent a message now and then.   Can all of us huddle and find a solution for all on the planet?   If those little week-old quarter-ounce baby birds can overcome the obstacle as they did, then I am sure we can and will.      
tomfthayer@msn.com

Uses for WD-40

Posted November 28, 2008 by sofia777
Categories: Reviews

Water Displacement  #40. The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and degreaser to protect missile parts. WD-40 was created in 1953 by three technicians at the San Diego Rocket Chemical Company. Its name comes from the project that was to find a “water displacement” compound. They were successful with the fortieth formulation, thus WD-40. The Corvair Company bought it in bulk to protect their atlas missile parts. The workers were so pleased with the product, they began smuggling (also known as “shrinkage” or “stealing”) it out to use at home.
The executives decided there might be a consumer market for it and put it in aerosol cans. The rest, as they say, is history.
It is a carefully guarded recipe known only to four people. Only one of them is the “brew master.” There are about 2.5 million gallons of the stuff manufactured each year. It gets its distinctive smell from a fragrance that is added to the brew. Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40 that would hurt you.
 Here are some of the uses:
*Protects silver from tarnishing.
*Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.
*Gives floors that ‘just-waxed’ sheen without making it slippery.
*Restores and cleans chalkboards.
*Removes lipstick stains.
*Loosens stubborn zippers.
*Untangles jewelry chains.
*Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.
*Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.
*Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.
*Keeps scissors working smoothly.
*Lubricates noisy door hinges on vehicles and doors in homes.
*Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.
*Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well as vinyl
bumpers.*

Falling Away

Posted November 24, 2008 by sofia777
Categories: Articles by me

 

I recently divested myself of old clothes. They were friends from years of wear, and it was hard to let some of them go—not because they looked good on me anymore, but because of the memories attached to them. They hung in my closet unworn for years, but they were familiar.

I realized I have the same need in going through the house and garage – to clear the clutter of past that intrudes on the space of today and possibility of tomorrow. Everything has a life cycle, and when we hold on to things we don’t use, we create a barrier to the harmonious flow of energy. Life is meant to be vital. Our belongings are meant to be used and enjoyed, and when the time comes that we no longer need or appreciate them, it’s time to give them an opportunity for a new life with others who will find them useful. That way, we clear a space and make room for a fresh approach, a new outlook, or opportunity that corresponds to who we are now.

In this season. it’s time to let the old fall away so that the new can be born when spring comes again. It’s a grand time for clearing out the clutter—the dead leaves of a season now past. And from that, our load is lightened and we are ready for the renewal that is surely yet to come!

The Leaf

Posted November 21, 2008 by sofia777
Categories: Articles by others, STories with a moral

by Jacquelyn Wheeler

 

It was late in autumn. The leaves were changing colors and falling from the trees. The air was cold and dry, and the sun began to rise later and set earlier every day.

   One crisp morning, when most of the leaves had already dropped, one leaf was clinging to its branch. It was not ready to drop. “I don’t want to fall,” it said. “I don’t know what will happen when I do.”

   The wind whistled through the empty branches. It sounded like it was whispering something. “No beginnings…no endings,” it seemed to say.

   The leaf shivered, watching the last remaining leaves fall to the ground. The air was so cold now. The leaf was dry and brittle and could barely hang on. But still it was afraid.

   It remembered the spring, when it had been a tender bud and the rain bounced off of it. It thought of summer, when it was a strong green leaf soaking up the sun and swaying in warm breezes at night. And it remembered how beautiful all the leaves had looked in early autumn when they began to change colors. But now all the leaves were gone, and the leaf felt sad. It was the last one left.

   “No beginnings…no endings,” the wind whispered again. The leaf heard it clearly this time and wondered what it meant. It looked down at the leaves below. They were scattered all over the ground, some flitting around in the wind, some lying still, beginning to decompose and become part of the soil. The leaf felt very alone.

   Finally, a strong gust of wind blew through the branches, and the leaf could hold on no longer. It let go of the tree. The wind cradled it gently as it fell slowly side to side, down to the earth, where at last it came to rest among the other leaves.

   After a few moments, the leaf looked up at the bare branches of the tree. The tree looked so empty, but the leaf did not feel sad. It felt peaceful. The tree looked like it was asleep, and it looked right without any leaves on it. The leaf felt that it was finally where it should be. It no longer felt alone or afraid. 

   In the days that followed, the leaf relaxed completely as it was gently stirred by the wind, sometimes flying up a few feet above the ground, sometimes lying still. It felt peace as it began to crumble and become part of the soil. It felt happy as it broke down into nutrients in the soil, which mixed with rainwater to become food for the tree. And as the months passed, it felt bliss as the tree slowly sucked up the nutrients and sprouted tender new buds in the spring.

   As the new buds soaked up the morning sun, they thought about the coming time when they would become leaves and stretch out away from their branches. As some of them wondered what it would feel like to be a leaf, they heard the wind whistling in the branches. It sounded like it was whispering something. “No beginnings…no endings,” it seemed to say.

The Precious Stone

Posted November 20, 2008 by sofia777
Categories: STories with a moral

There was once a wise woman traveling in the mountains who found a
precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler
who was hungry, and she opened her bag to share her food. The
hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked if she might give
it to him. She did so without hesitation.
The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But only a few days later he came back to return the stone to the woman who had given it to him.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is,
but I’m giving it back in the hope that you can give me something
even more precious. I want you to give me what you have within you
that enabled you to give me the stone.”           
  ~Author unknown

Signs of Hope

Posted November 19, 2008 by sofia777
Categories: Articles by me, Commentary

We’ve been bombarded by news of disaster, disease, war, and all the other ills that beset human beings. However, quietly and behind the scenes, there is something else occurring that receives little coverage. It is a movement that is taking place around the world to come to terms with our excesses and foibles. There are movements now that are seeking to address some of the questions that have been placed on the back burner for years.

Recently a group of scientists and Evangelical ministers traveled  to Alaska to see the results of global warming firsthand. There has been a real rift in the Evangelical movement because there are those who believe that human beings have nothing to do with global warming—and that it is just part of a natural phenomenon that must occur in the “End Times”. Yet, within the Christian community, there is also a position that we must be good stewards of our Earth. So, a group of vocal and influential Evangelical ministers joined a group of scientists to see for themselves if the rumors are hype or fact. The result was a resounding acknowledgement that we are indeed contributing to the massive earth changes that are now taking place. And the one million Evangelicals are a powerful group, whose voice is heard in Washington and beyond, so the willingness to dialogue with scientists and go to places that show how fragile our ecosystem is are all signals that something is beginning to shift.

On a recent edition of Extreme Makeover, Home Edition, the entire program was dedicated to ecologically friendly building. This is the first time that a show of that stature has dedicated itself to Green technology, and the fact that they have is an indication that we are going to see a movement in the mass market that shifts from denial to recognition that we can and must make a difference. To that end, we will be seeing new companies and new technologies emerge that will focus on the healing of our earth. As Americans, we have seen in the past how when we put our attention and focus in an arena, we are capable of unbelievable advances. This new focus has had a hard start, but we are now going to  see just what we are capable of doing as a result.

In the field of health, there are emerging systems that look at the whole body. What used to be thought of as science fiction is now suddenly coming into focus as reality. Vibrational medicine, Sound and color healing, considered “weird” before, are beginning to gain acceptance in mainstream. More and more physicians are becoming disillusioned with the drug culture pushed on them by the Pharmaceuticals—especially when they are presented with the casualties occurring as a result of drug interactions and poor drug testing. Medical schools have put limits on what drug companies can claim in their attempt to sway young doctors to use their drugs with patients.  So keep a lookout for more health care that promotes other modalities of healing as well as an upsurge in recognition of the role nutrition plays.

In this issue, I have brought a point of view from The Dalai Lama, and one from a remarkable woman in Russia named Anastasia that point us in a direction of taking responsibility for our inner and outer peace. To that end, Stanley Peele and Tom Brown remind us how we can make a difference, as does Maureen Moss of World Puja Network. Hers is a more metaphysical look at what is ahead—but all hold valuable clues to where we are going and the opportunities they present.

I hope you will enjoy this edition of Seasons of the Soul, and welcome your input as to areas where you are seeing a shift taking place in your own lives or through articles you find about hopeful changes beginning to happen on our planet.

From Seasons of the Soul print edition, Autumn 2007