My Father’s Day Gift

June 15th, 2008

Dear Friends,

I used to think that gifts passed from children to their fathers for Father’s Day, and I used to think that Father’s Day became a non-event after one’s father passed on.

Not anymore.

My father suddenly passed on in 1970. He must have loved me more than I realized to have worn the boldly-striped, and now that I look back on it, truly ugly tie I gave him for his last Father’s Day gift. I talk with him when I need to feel his love and support. One of the places I talk most to him is on a miniature golf course. We played a lot of miniature golf when I was growing up. Some of my happiest memories are of the two of us playing at Kniess’s. I was a fierce competitor, but he’d usually win. I was not a gracious loser, and I’m guessing that was reason enough for him to work hard with me to improve my skills. Under his diligent tutelage, I became a pretty good miniature golfer. The games became a lot more interesting for us both as my skill level increased. I’d say we were evenly matched by the time he passed.
I try to play miniature golf with my dad each year on the anniversary of his passing. I can feel him with me as I golf, urging me in his distinctive voice to “Concentrate” as I line up a putt. I talk to him about whatever is going on in my life. He listens to what I say, and he answers me. I’ve learned when two hearts are connected, conversation can still take place even if one of the hearts no longer beats.

I don’t play miniature golf much these days, and my game has deteriorated for lack of practice. The days of routinely sinking three or four holes-in-one seem to be behind me. But I still occasionally win free games. The free games come from sinking a hole-in-one on the last hole. And they come without what seems like any help from me, as I don’t hit the ball anywhere near as well as I used to. I realized a long time ago that my father helps me win the free games as a way of still connecting with me. I don’t ever use the coupons or cash in the tokens. I keep them all as a sign that my dad is still with me.

My new friend and writing partner Marci also loves to play miniature golf. When she travels east, we’re planning to fulfill a mutual dream by devoting a weekend to playing as much miniature golf as we can. I told Marci my father is buried up the hill from my all-time favorite miniature golf course, and I told her I know his spirit sneaks down the hill to play late at night. Marci talks my language, and I could feel her smile traveling across the phone lines from Illinois from New Jersey.

Marci and her boyfriend played miniature golf three days ago. She told me she sank an unexpected hole-in-one on the last hole, and she knew right away my father helped her do it.

I knew it was so, and I also realized the next day it was his Father’s Day gift to me.

It came at the perfect time. I’m feeling very alone and very stressed these days as I attempt to care for a mother who’s becoming increasingly difficult to effectively and lovingly communicate with. It felt wonderful to know my father touched in through Marci so I would be reminded that he loves and supports me, even if I can’t see him doing it.

Dad, thanks for being there for me.

I only wish I’d had the courage to show you how much I loved you when you were alive. But I was a kid, and I was embarrassed to show you how much you meant to me. I can say it now because I’ve learned that love is the only thing that truly matters in this life, and I know the tragedy is in not telling someone you dearly love how much they mean to you while you still can.

So here goes:

I love you, Dad. Thank you for always being there for me. I remember how you wanted me to become an accountant, and I remember how difficult it was for you to accept my dream of being an artist. What would you think of the spiritual work I now do? I hope that, even if I didn’t become the accountant you wanted me to be, I turned out to be someone of whom you can be proud. I admire your courage in fighting your way back to health through thirteen surgeries after nearly being killed in the Normandy invasion, I admire your commitment to doing the right thing, and I admire your ability to love.

I hope I inherited the many qualities that made you who you were, and I especially hope I inherited your loving heart.

You are, now and always, my inspiration.

Happy Father’s Day.

This post is dedicated to Judah Hirsch: point of light, father, and miniature golfer extraordinaire.

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The Word Can Be Deadlier Than The Sword

May 29th, 2008

I ask you to read this post along with the previous post, “Otis Redding Revisited.”

Dear Friends,

If you doubt the power of the spoken word, then I invite you to read Crystal’s story.

Crystal is a friend who’s lived a healer’s life. Healers usually have dramatic life stories, and healers use the gifts that come with their pain to help others. Crystal has worked hard to mine the gifts that were nearly obscured by the darkness, and she freely shares her gifts with her friends and clients.

After Crystal survived an abusive relationship that nearly killed her, she became extraordinarily sensitive. The extreme sensitivity has helped her in her work. She’s a skilled facilitator of energy work; a specialty is discerning stillborn or miscarried babies that still are present energetically in her client’s wombs years later. She’s also a gifted psychic. Crystal feels that many psychics develop their gifts from necessity; it’s useful to stay one step ahead of one’s abuser, and being psychic gives many battered children and adults a feeling of safety. Crystal credits this relationship as being pivotal in her spiritual development; she feels the two of them had a contract to activate her gifts.
Crystal is an adult Crystal being. The Crystal children are increasing in number, but there are also many adults who carry Crystal energy. Crystals are sensitive to the extreme, and they are tremendous amplifiers for whatever energy is around. If you’ve ever built a Crystal set radio, you’ve learned firsthand how powerfully they can transmit sound. Crystal people are powerful transmitters for whatever frequency is around them. They’re normally loving, gentle souls, but if they’re faced with a vibration that isn’t loving, they often pick up that new vibration, especially if they’re among the most sensitive of the Crystals, and broadcast it as if it were their own.

Crystal is a healer, and Crystal is full of love. People who want healing, either consciously or unconsciously, and people who crave love find her. But many of the men Crystal has met, no matter how much they might crave love, have strong reactions to her that unconsciously leads them to say and do hurtful things. Perhaps they came from dysfunctional families, perhaps they have been often disappointed in love….everyone has a story, but the common thread is a fear of love. People often are threatened by the unfamiliar, even if it’s something they dearly want, and many of the men Crystal has met have desired her love while they lashed out at her for being loving. They never meant to damage her, their intention was to protect themselves, but fear can cause people to feel the need to defend themselves in ways that might temporarily hurt some people but can cause severe damage to others with extreme sensitivity. Crystal has given me permission to share her story of how words of fear others have spoken to her have cost her her health.
She had a relationship with a man who had lived a healer’s life. He’d been abused, abandoned, used, and disrespected. He’d never been successful in love, and he didn’t believe he’d ever be successful in love. He initially treated Crystal with love and caring, but his fear of love eventually caused him to treat Crystal as a sexual plaything instead of as someone he cherished. Crystal didn’t understand how he could suddenly treat her as a receptacle. It felt like a cruel joke. She still loved him, and she told him after a weekend together, “Every time I see you, I love you more.” She said the words from her heart, as a gift of love. And her partner told her, “If you keep saying things like that to me, I won’t want to see you ever again.” She felt she’d been stabbed in the heart. Two weeks later, she had a large lump in her left breast, close to her heart. She wasn’t prone to lumps, so she felt his words and the sudden lump in her breast were connected. She cut off contact with him, and she used a number of natural therapies to eventually clear the lump. She told him about the lump after it was gone; he understood the emotional causes for illness, and he understood how it developed. He didn’t apologize, but he now treated her more gently.

When she ended their romantic involvement, she did it in the most loving way she could find. He was hurt at being let go, even though he acknowledged that she deserved to be with someone who would be available for a committed relationship. Instead of owning his feelings of disappointment and fear of loss, he said, “Weren’t you using me as I was using you?” She’d loved him with an enormous love. She’d never used him. She didn’t grow a new lump. She developed pneumonia; issues of the lungs are often seen as a grieving reaction. And she was aware that she was grieving her broken trust that he would hold her heart with respect and care. She understands the lifetime of emotional damage that led him to say the things he said to her. Love still connects their hearts today in their infrequent conversations. They support each other if either needs support. She accepts that it’s more beneficial to them both to keep an occasional friendship instead of doing a relationship, and she honors the good that still exists in their connection.
She met her next love several years later. He’d also led a healer’s life. He was a good man who worked to make a difference in the world, but he’d endured tremendous damage as a child. Crystal and this man had a strong connection, so strong that they became engaged to be married. That strong connection terrified her partner. He said and did things to push her away, and he placed other people between the two of them. After a long separation, they reunited. He’d told her he’d realized that he treasured their ongoing connection, that it was one of the bright spots in his life. She’d prayed to be reunited with him, and she was so grateful her prayers had been answered. He’d made it known that he wanted to be with her well into the future, not just for a reunion. But when they saw each other, he went back into fear. Instead of being honest with her about his fear, instead of reaching out for her support, instead of trusting that she was his friend who truly wanted what was best for him, he allowed his fear to override his love. He told her, “I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t feel love or passion or commitment for you, and if we were to become sexual, I’d only be using your body.”

She didn’t show her shock or hurt at hearing his words, but she cried whenever she had time to herself. She decided to focus on being loving with him as an act of love, on complimenting him, on appreciating that her prayers had brought them back together for whatever the reason, on enjoying what they were doing, and on opening to receive love from the many people and animals they were meeting who wanted to give love to her. For the rest of their reunion, he pushed her away, he looked for reasons to reject her, and he didn’t treat her with love. He abruptly ended their visit at the airport, saying he was meeting someone else in twenty minutes.

Her right ear began to close soon after they parted and stayed closed for three months, she felt to stop her from hearing any more hurtful words, and her energy field had absorbed his continual judgments, distancing and verbal digs so well that her body began attacking itself. It started as a sudden upper respiratory infection that left her unable to breathe freely before developing into an autoimmune disorder. She’s healing herself by surrounding herself with friends who shower her with love, by taking vibrational medicines and having energy therapy treatments, by prayer, and by newly examining her life patterns. She still deeply loves this man and still wants only the best for him, but she’s loving herself by choosing to only be around those who consistently cherish her through their words, their actions, their decisions, and their thoughts.
Crystal may be unusually sensitive, but her story is universal. If you know the work of Dr. Masaru Emoto, you’ve heard how sending the energy of love or affixing written words of love to polluted water can create pristine, perfect water molecules, and how sending the energy of hate or affixing written words of hate to clear water can create distorted, dark water molecules.

Have you heard that our blood is 83% water? Is it any wonder that words can kill or heal, that we really can make each other sick or well just by choosing how we relate to others?

Angela’s story is about the power of love. Crystal’s story is about the power of fear.

Both are extraordinary forces, going far beyond the visible.

Love can transform. Love can create. Fear can distort. Fear can destroy.

Which vibration will you decide to send into the world?

Namaste, Earth Angels.

Copyright Sheryl Hirsch-Kramer, 2008. All rights reserved. We invite you to forward this writing but only in its entirety that includes the copyright and credit lines. If permission is desired to print this writing, e-mail Sheryl@newparadigmhealing.com first for permission. To start or stop receiving this newsletter, please send an e-mail to Sheryl@newparadigmhealing.com. We send many blessings and much love to you.

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Otis Redding Revisited

May 27th, 2008

Dear Friends,

I am truly blessed to have two best friends, Gina and Bonny. One lives near the Atlantic Ocean, and the other lives near the Pacific Ocean. I figure I’m covered, no matter where I go. We all know we can always go to each other for unconditional love and support.

Gina’s mother, Angela, has been ill for years, but her condition worsened during the past few weeks. She received the last rites six days ago. Friends and family have gathered at her bedside to say their goodbyes. I said my goodbye to her on Sunday. I’d brought her a pound of three of her favorite flavors of jelly beans, as I remembered that was the only food my cherished uncle could tolerate at the end of his life in 1993. She was still able to enjoy the candy, and she was still able to enjoy our conversation. She didn’t have much physical energy, but her spirit was strong. I promised her I’d do my best to keep her daughter on path, but I told her “You’re going to have to help me with this. Gina’s tough!” And Angela gathered enough strength to say/whisper, “She IS tough!” We all laughed. Angela blew me a kiss goodbye at the end of my visit. I offered to send her love, and she nodded her permission. I checked in on her during the rest of the day, visualizing her as I’d last seen her, and sent love from my heart to hers. It felt good to do this, and I felt she knew what I was doing. Angela had always been tuned into energy, and I knew she trusted me.
Angela had a good day on Sunday. Monday was another story. She’d developed pneumonia during the night. Gina had slept in a chair next to her mother’s bed, holding her hand all night long so her mother would know she was there. Angela had lost the ability to swallow, so she couldn’t take an antibiotic. She couldn’t eat, she couldn’t drink, she couldn’t eliminate, and her body filled with fluid. Morphine and Haldol were no longer effective weapons against the pain. It was just a matter of time.

Bonny called me Monday night. I was surprised she called when she did because we were both planning to listen to a friend’s internet radio show. But I figured there was a good reason for her call, so we chatted about this and that until I felt Angela’s heart begin to beat erratically. I hadn’t been thinking about Angela, but I felt it was important to do something now that I was feeling what she was feeling. I interrupted Bonny’s conversation to say, “Bonny, I feel Angela is struggling. Would you be willing to join me in sending love to her?” Bonny told me she’d felt the same thing at the same time and we were quiet for some time while we sent Angela love. I pictured the love connecting our hearts. Bonny sent Angela healing colors. After a while, I felt Angela’s heartbeat become regular and smooth, and Bonny and I went back to our talk. We both felt Angela would be passing sometime during the night.

When I awoke today, I energetically checked in on Angela. I knew she was still here. Hmmm. Interesting. I got on with my day, left Gina my daily telephone message saying what a wonderful job she was doing and that I was there for her, and waited to hear back. Gina called me at noon, telling me, “You’re not going to believe this! My mother had three glasses of juice, a bowl of oatmeal with butter and cinnamon sugar, stewed prunes, and a doughnut for breakfast! She’s sitting up in bed, she’s even giving me attitude! Her memory is clear, she’s got energy, and she’s eating like you wouldn’t believe! The caregiver told me she’s never seen anything like this in her nine years of doing this work!”

I told Gina what Bonny and I had done. She asked what time we’d sent her love, and I told her around 9:30. She told me she’d sent her mother love around 11:00. The three of us are powerful energy workers, and the three of us are huge generators of love energy. The love was there for Angela to use in whatever way she chose. We all sent it without an agenda. And she chose to use it to keep fighting.

Since Angela was once more responsive, I asked Gina to ask her mother if she’d felt what the three of us did. Angela said she felt it all, and she thanked us for what we’d sent. Even though I’ve facilitated energy work for many years, and even though I’ve witnessed many miracles in healing during those years, I’m always awed by the knowledge that I’m not imagining this. Love can be felt, even thousands of miles away, and love is a real force for healing.

How can this be? I invite you to Google the Ohio State University study in which researchers fed rabbits diets high in foods that contribute to atherosclerosis. Researchers were baffled by one test group of rabbits that refused to develop atherosclerosis, even though they were fed the same fat-heavy diet as everyone else in the study. It turned out that one of the lab assistants loved rabbits and was especially kind to his test group, telling them each day that he loved them and praising them for being such good rabbits. The constant diet of love turned out to be more powerful than the constant diet of fatty foods. Love is indeed the unseen healer!

Did we bring Angela back for an encore? I’m not taking credit for that. But I know, without knowing how I know, that love brought Angela back. It was an enormously healing love that affected her in a way we’ll never truly understand, and we’ll keep sending it to her for as long as feels appropriate for the three of us to do. How long will she stay around? Knowing Angela’s incredibly strong spirit and her will to live, I wouldn’t count her out just yet.
I’ll soon be posting another story about the destructive power of love withheld, but until then, why not mosey on over to youtube and check out gone-but-not-forgotten Otis Redding singing his hit, “Try A Little Tenderness?”

Namaste, Earth Angels.

Copyright Sheryl Hirsch-Kramer, 2008. All rights reserved. We invite you to forward this writing but only in its entirety that includes the copyright and credit lines. If permission is desired to print this writing, e-mail Sheryl@newparadigmhealing.com first for permission. To start or stop receiving this newsletter, please send an e-mail to Sheryl@newparadigmhealing.com. We send many blessings and much love to you.

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The Great Unifier

April 23rd, 2008

Allow me to be a blessing to you and
allow yourself to be a blessing to others.
–John Coonley


Dear Friends,
I read lots of spiritual newsletters as a way of keeping current, and I’m noticing a growing trend in these newsletters that disturbs me. Channels and writers are urging us to stop living in compassionate service. The current thinking seems to be to care for a brief time, then move on. We’re now supposed to not help others because helping is an act of ego for us, compassion lowers our personal vibration, thinking that someone needs our help takes away from their sense of personal empowerment, and a host of other reasons.
To me, this kind of thinking is the opposite of living a spiritually-based life. Spirituality to me means a returning to a state of oneness, both with Spirit and with each other. Through helping and through allowing ourselves to be helped, we’re forming energetic bonds of love that assist us all.

I began this year with plans to launch a radio show. I’ve been experiencing systemic health issues that have affected my voice, so radio has been put on hold until the voice once more becomes reliable. Instead of feeling frustrated by not doing what I thought I’d be doing, I feel grateful for the gift of illness. Isa Lindwall, one of the most Christ-like men I’ve ever had the privilege to meet, told me I experience my greatest spiritual growth through illness. I’ve had a lot of illness in my life, and I have indeed gotten my greatest learning through the experience of illness.

Do we like to be sick? Not so much, for most of us. But there are gifts in each experience, if we look for them, and the gifts I’ve gotten from the experience of illness have been enormous.

Illness has shown me:

  • Who walks the walk of love consciousness and who just talks the talk. The people who really care about me touch in, asking “How can I help?” and the people who don’t vanish. Illness is a great bullshit detector.
  • How to connect more easily with others. I’ve done a lot of work with raising my personal vibration, I’ve even assisted others in raising their personal vibrations, and I’ve found that the higher I vibrate, the fewer people are in my life. We become vibrational mismatches for each other, unless we’re at the same place, and I’m finding that a good number of the people who vibrate the highest aren’t choosing to live in love consciousness. I’m not vibrating so high these days because my physical body is in a weakened state, but I find it’s a lot easier for me to connect with larger numbers of people than before. I’m more vulnerable. I’m more in my heart. And people who want to love respond to that, as love attracts love. The decision to feel and express love for another carries a high vibration, and when we are feeling and expressing love for one another, we all raise up in the process. There’s more than one path to ascension.
  • The power of love. There have been days when I’ve barely been able to move. That comes with the territory, and that is so not me. But someone will touch in with either an email or a phone call, and I’ll feel energized….just because they chose to share love with me.
  • The power of withholding love. There have been days when I’ve felt pretty good. That’s so me. I usually feel really good. But I’ll talk with someone who chooses to not connect with me in a way that connects our hearts, and I’ll feel drained…..just because they chose not to share love with me. Love is the greatest medicine there is. Why would you withhold the healing power of love from anyone?
  • The power of helping another. I try most days to touch in with someone who’s going through a difficult time. It’s not because of ego. It’s because I want to touch that person with my love. I’ve learned through the years how sharing love with each other heals everyone. And even though my voice currently sounds like fifty miles of rough road, I trust that the love I feel for the other person still comes through as strong as ever. It’s not how it sounds. It’s how it feels.
  • The power of allowing another to help me. I believe that most people want to help, but they don’t always know what to do and what to say. When someone takes a chance and says, “What do you need? Can I help?” and I say “Yes, thank you so much for offering, I’d love it if you….” I’m teaching that person how to love me and I’m teaching that person how to love others. The first step to bringing more love into our lives is to allow it in. Love is our natural state. Why have we made the act of giving and receiving love so difficult?

Love is the great unifier. Love is the great healer.

Instead of practicing distance, I invite you to practice connection.

Instead of practicing barricading, I invite you to practice breaking down your barriers to love.

Instead of practicing aloneness, I invite you to practice reaching out to others.

It couldn’t hurt, and it might just help someone else to heal.

Maybe even you.

Namaste, earth angels.

Copyright Sheryl Hirsch-Kramer, 2008. All rights reserved. We invite you to forward this writing but only in its entirety that includes the copyright and credit lines. If permission is desired to print this writing, e-mail Sheryl@newparadigmhealing.com first for permission. To start or stop receiving this newsletter, please send an e-mail to Sheryl@newparadigmhealing.com. We send many blessings and much love to you.

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It’s Not The Truth

June 16th, 2007

Dear Friends,

The energy-sensitive among us will notice a significant ramping up of light energy during the next few weeks. The usual advice applies: drink lots of water, get more rest, focus on what you desire to experience in your life instead of what you do not, eat in a way that nourishes your body and spirit, ask your angels to help you make the best use of this energy, and so on. It’s all good.

During sudden strong bursts of light energy, we may notice that our relationships with others appear to suffer. We may become testy with each other. Misunderstandings may escalate into friendship-ending fights. We may notice significant others making up stories about things they think we said or did and we may notice significant others justifying their own stories. They may sincerely believe these stories are truth and may resist our efforts to heal misunderstandings. The more love we may send into a situation, the worse the situation may appear to become. We may feel abandoned, judged, and powerless. Or we can be doing the same thing to others. Even the biggest lies can create what feels like real pain in the heart.

Don’t believe the lies. It’s not the truth.

As our light suddenly ramps up and up, it can make others uncomfortable, and it can make us uncomfortable. People can see and people can sense that something is different about us. They are, at the same time, attracted and repelled by that something different. They may intensely crave being in our energy and in our company at the same time their egos are doing everything possible to throw us out of their lives. It can be confusing to be on the other end of this behavior. Some of us look for names or even diagnoses to identify this behavior in an attempt to understand it. Some of these names and diagnoses may be accurate, but the act of naming the situation creates even more polarity.
These beautiful souls are not yet ready to drop their ego stories to remember who they really are: they are love. They always have been, and they always will be. But the idea of believing that we and they are love terrifies the ego. The ego has spent a lifetime erecting defenses and excuses that keep ourselves and others from remembering who we really are. There is no separation at the level of the soul, but the unrestrained ego has a way of creating separation and polarity where there is none. Of all the games we play when we come into the body, this game has the potential to create the most emotional turmoil.

What can we do?

  • Make every effort not to take things personally. If being around people who seem to have committed to distancing you is too draining and too painful, bless them and detach. They will return to their true nature if and when they stop believing the lies they’ve told themselves and see that they are love, too. Perhaps they will chose to reconnect with you in a loving bond and perhaps they won’t. Whatever choice they make, it’s perfect for where they are at that time, and it’s not always about you.
  • Don’t stop shining your light, no matter how much your heart may hurt. The light heals the planet, the light heals people you may only meet for a brief moment in the grocery, the light helps us all in ways we cannot see. If you have committed to shining your light, then shine it freely.
  • Don’t buy into the stories that the egos of others may make up about you. Believing those stories can dim your light. Know the truth of who you are and know the truth of who others are.
  • If at all possible, make an effort to physically see or speak on the phone to others when misunderstandings occur. The rise of e-mail communications has given rise to barricaded relationships. E-mail is the great distancer, the refuge of those who are afraid of their true natures and of the true natures of others. I’ve seen e-mail destroy relationships in my life because it keeps people from connecting in real time. It’s much easier to feel the soul love that connects us all during physical visits or telephone chats, and feeling that soul love makes it harder for the ego to destroy what may have been a deeply loving bond. I can think of times I’ve allowed myself to become upset by someone’s behavior, only to melt when I heard the love in their voice once more. I chose to melt. It’s what my heart wanted me to do, and I’m following what my heart wants more and more. Many people have taken to using e-mail to communicate because it shields them from experiencing true connection. How much heart energy do you feel in reading silent words on a screen, compared to the heart energy you feel when hearing the love and the vibrational signature in one’s voice or seeing the love energy in one’s eyes? If shining your light is a priority for you, then shine it in the strongest way: directly.
  • Know that there are many others who will choose to be around your loving nature and allow them the time to find you. In the meantime, fall in love with yourself and treat yourself with loving respect. You are doing some of the hardest work you will be doing in this lifetime by allowing yourself to remember who you really are, so please take time to love yourself through the process.
  • If people choose to leave your life, do what you can to separate paths with love and respect in person or, if you must, on the phone. Again, not on e-mail. Wish them well. If it’s not appropriate for some reason for you to speak with them, wish them well, soul to soul. Bless them for the contributions they have made to your growth. Know that you have also contributed to their growth in ways you and they may never realize. Also know that they may be back at some point, when they and you are more in harmony. If they return (and the current Mercury Retrograde lasts until 9 July, so there may be those from your past who will contact you once more), love them and bless them, whether or not you choose to reconnect in loving friendship or relationship.
  • Bless those who appear to be doing everything they can to shut down your light. They are your greatest teachers, if you can learn to see them in that way. They can help you to strengthen your commitment to remembering who you really are and to doing the work you came here to do. The more they try to shut down your light, the more their egos fear that they could also be as bright as you. Take it as a compliment!
  • Do whatever helps you center and balance yourself. People come and go, but the path of the soul is eternal. Stay devoted to following that path.
  • Know that you are loved and honored beyond measure by those on both sides of the Veil.

Namaste, Earth Angels.

Copyright Sheryl Hirsch-Kramer, 2007. All rights reserved. We invite you to forward this writing but only in its entirety that includes the copyright and credit lines. If permission is desired to print this writing, e-mail Sheryl@newparadigmhealing.com first for permission. To start or stop receiving this newsletter, please send an e-mail to Sheryl@newparadigmhealing.com. We send many blessings and much love to you.

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They’ve Got My Back

March 19th, 2007

I’d made plans last spring to accompany a friend on a business trip in August. The plane tickets had been purchased, I’d booked space for my dog at the kennel, and I’d cleared the time to go. And then I gradually became aware of a voice in my head that said, “You need to study herbs that week.” I tried to ignore the voice. It was important to my friend that I go with her. I thought of how I’d feel if the situation was reversed, if I’d needed someone to go somewhere with me and that someone suddenly changed her mind. It didn’t feel good to put myself in her shoes, but the voice got louder and louder. I asked my friend to find another companion, but no one could go. I tried to figure out a way for me to travel with her in both directions and still study herbs that week; several options initially looked promising but didn’t work out. In the meantime, I learned of an herb convention scheduled to take place that week. I was faced with one of those choices where someone would get hurt no matter what I chose to do. I could keep my promise to her, or I could follow the voice.

I followed the voice.

The friend took my choice personally, but she found another travelling companion. I felt in my heart that I had done what I was supposed to do and accepted her decision to judge me.
I enjoyed attending the classes at the convention. Someone I’d shared a table with during mealtime at the same company’s convention four years earlier gave an excellent presentation on helping ADD and ADHD children, and I wanted to tell him how good I thought he was. I looked for a moment to praise him, but each time I saw him, he was surrounded by others. I was in my room the last night, packing to return home, when the voice told me to go downstairs to the banquet room. I listened to the voice, went downstairs, and saw my friend in the hall chatting with the president of the herb company. I interrupted their conversation for a moment to say bravo. I spoke from my heart, praising the speaker for an exceptional job, before apologizing for the interruption and returning to my room.

The week after I returned home, the president of the herb company called me, asking how I’d liked the convention. I was surprised to hear from him as I didn’t think he knew who I was out of the several hundred people attending. I wasn’t wearing my name tag when I’d interrupted that conversation, and we hadn’t previously met. Why would he phone me? He invited me to stay in touch with him if I had questions. I appreciated his calling me and told him I would stay in touch.

I ended up calling him for advice several weeks later. My mother had developed a life-threatening health issue that her doctor was unable to control with medication. I felt my mother was dying. She was in the early stages of kidney failure, her memory had gotten a lot worse, her walking was unstable, and her blood pressure was sky high. My mother’s doctor was open to my doing alternative therapies with her, so I called in several herb experts I know to join me in designing a new supplement program for her. The president suggested two products his company sells, I started her on them right away, and she got her life back. Her blood pressure was in the normal range two days after starting the supplements, she didn’t have to be hospitalized, and she gradually became stronger and healthier each day until she unexpectedly fell several months later. I prayed a lot and asked others to pray for her while she was in crisis, I did a lot of energy work on her while she was in crisis, I asked for spiritual guidance each day to be of greatest service to her while she was in crisis, and we had our miracle.

My mother fell almost three months ago, and that voice that had urged me to study herbs is still talking. It’s prompted me to contact a variety of experts who are helping me to help my mother. The voice is telling me what to do when I need to do it, and it hasn’t failed me yet. The voice even sent someone back into my life to help my mother, someone I fell out of touch with several years ago. He unexpectedly called me two weeks ago, saying he had been thinking about me and wanted to reach out. He didn’t know about my mother, but his own internal voice told him to touch in with me. He didn’t have my new phone number, so he called a mutual friend to get it. He is a homeopath. He suggested that I give my mother a homeopathic remedy, and the remedy helped dramatically. That’s the way things go around here. When we don’t have a miracle, something is wrong!

People touch in with me. Some are people I know well, and some are people I’ve had brief contact with. They bring gifts of prayers, information, and love. There are moments when I feel I am seeing past the illusion of life to the place of eternal love. Those moments occur more and more frequently. An expert I contacted told me that there are levels to what’s going on between my mother and me that go far beyond the current situation. I feel he is right, even if I don’t completely understand what he is saying.
I pray every day, asking to be guided to do whatever my mother needs me to do for her. The prayers get answered in very creative ways. My intuition told me last week that someone who left my life has important information that can help me help my mother. I asked my guidance to connect me with whatever it is he knows that could help me now. While researching one of her health issues on the internet, I found a link to a website that sells products that feel perfect for where she now in the recovery process. The person who left my life had told me about other services offered by this company. When I found the link, my heart sang. I knew it was the information I wanted to get from the other person.

I’m in awe of the process.

I often wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t listened to the voice urging me to study herbs that week. I feel my mother would have died. Knowing me, I would have blamed myself for not having done everything I could do to help my mother. But as long as I listen to the voice, I know I’m following my highest path.

They’ve got my back.

Namaste, Earth Angels.

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How ‘Bout Those Mets?

February 13th, 2007

I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Native Pittsburghers traditionally are loyal to all things Pittsburgh. We’re nostalgic for potholes so big they could double as swimming holes and for pronouncing the word “wash” in a way that rhymes with “Porsche.” Don’t ask me to explain; it’s a Pittsburgh thing. So I’m a Pirates fan: always was, always will be. When I say “How ’bout those Mets?” during phone conversations with friends, I’m not talking baseball. I’m writing this blog entry in mid-February. Has spring training even started yet? “How ’bout those Mets?” has become my favorite non sequitur. I say it whenever I want to change the energy of a conversation or when I don’t know what else to say. It’s meant to be funny, and people generally laugh when I say it. I’m not saying anything for or against those Mets. Those Mets are popping up in conversation because they can. Someone dear to me who lives in southern California now counters me by saying, “How ’bout those Padres?” We both laugh because we both need to laugh.

I’ve become a full-time caregiver for my mother. Ths physical injuries from her Christmas Eve fall are healing nicely, but she has sustained trauma that has affected her in other ways. I’m focusing on her recovery, not on her injuries, and she’s come to live with me while she’s in the recovery process. It’s a precious time for us both, and I feel honored to be able to care for her. I feel very blessed to be able to use much of the knowledge I’ve gained about health and healing to assist her at this time.

I’m choosing to use this experience to further the growth of my soul. That sounds pretty good, pretty evolved, and pretty mature. Yay, me. To be honest with you, there are times when I grow through this experience with grace and ease, and there are times when I fight the process. At those times, I get mad at what’s happened to my mother, I get mad at why she fell, I get mad at how my life’s been turned upside down, and I get mad at my dog’s resistance to the dramatic changes in our household and our regular routine. It’s important to me to be loving at all times, but caregiver’s burnout has a way of turning up without notice. I’m then challenged to be loving when I don’t seem to have the energy to choose the highest possible path.

I’ve learned that belief system determines so many of our responses to life’s surprises, and I’m learning to challenge my belief system many times each day. The many complexities of life have been greatly simplified of late, and I can sum them all up in one question: “How can I use this experience and/or my reaction to this experience to expand my ability to give and receive love?”

I’ve gotten to be more creative in the way I respond to things. I was an art major in college. I’ve met many people who hold judgment about my having studied art. They say things like, “And how did that prepare you for life?” I think studying art is terrific preparation for life because it teaches people how to think creatively. I look at things differently than many other people. One of my friends says he doesn’t march to a different drummer, he marches to a piccolo. I’m in a different version of the marching band he’s in, and we’re friends because we both look at things in a way that’s different than the way many other people look at the same things. It works for us both.

I’ve read lots of articles on caregiving during my brief breaks. The reading takes place late at night, after my mother has gone to bed. The articles have helped a lot because they’ve taught me practical things I can do to help her and help myself. But because I march to my own piccolo, I’m offering, in love, some other things that have helped me at this time in the hope they might also help you.

I am grateful for….

  • People who make me laugh. Laughter is the fastest way to raise vibration. It’s cheap, it’s immediate, and it can be done either alone or with someone else.
  • Getting over myself. Caregiving means devoting one’s life to living in love consciousness. I’ve found caregiving to be a fast track to spiritual enlightenment. I’ve spent most of my off hours during the past six weeks healing all the unhealed issues in my life as best I can in order to be of greatest service to my mother. If I’m not loving myself at all levels, I can’t be truly present with and loving to her. That kind of focus does wonders in letting go of anything in my life that keeps me out of love.
  • Following my intuition. I briefly took a nutritional supplement to clear depression when I hit a particularly rough patch of caregiver’s burnout. It took out the depression, but it cut off my connection to Spirit. I went off the supplement when the supplement stopped working. That decision may not work for anyone else in a similar situation, and I don’t recommend that anyone else do what I did, but it reconnected me with my spiritual guidance. Folllowing that guidance has connected me with ideas and with people who are helping me help my mother better than I could by myself.
  • Choosing another ending to a stopped friendship. During the past few months, I’ve been guided to reach out to three people who had left my life. In the past, I wouldn’t have contacted them because I felt they had rejected me through their words and actions. That’s in the past. In the now moment, I felt it was worth contacting them. Each of these people responded to my request for reconnection or for help with loving support, proving to me that ego doesn’t know jack about what’s truly important.
  • Choosing to honor others for gifting me with one genuine moment of loving support instead of judging them for withdrawing from me during times when I feel lost or alone. I know I’m not always fun to be around these days, and I know I’m not often available for phone calls or e-mail. I see that being in connection with me these days is easier for some people to do than it is for others, but I also see that judging people for what they can or cannot do is keeping loving support from them or from others away from me. I’m learning to bless and thank people for what they choose to give without expecting more than that from them. And it’s working. I am so grateful.
  • Being grateful for this gift of time with my mother. I am 54 years old. My mother will be 88 years old next month. I am hugely grateful that she is still in my life. Many of my friends have had both parents pass. My mother and I didn’t develop a close relationship until I was in my early 40’s. We had to pull together to care for her brother. He had pancreatic and liver cancer; for six months, I commuted each weekend to Pittsburgh from New Jersey to help care for him. I’ve been grateful to have been brought together with my mother, no matter the reason. Even if she’s not able to fully be in her life right now, she’s still here with me, she’s physically healthy, and I am choosing to believe that she can and will recover to safely resume her previous life.
  • Improving my relationship skills. I was one of those “smart” kids who instantly understood the energy behind people and things and couldn’t get why others didn’t see what I saw and didn’t respect what I was saying. I grew up to become a professional intuitive whose clients almost always confirmed that the information I was receiving was indeed their truth, which doesn’t do much to build humility. I also was one of those “smart” kids with an awesome memory who was impatient with others who forgot things. I’ve heard that many other psychics have similar challenges having to do with knowing things that others doesn’t know; intuitive ability can become a gift that, if it isn’t used with love, often ends up pushing people away. It can be a lonely way to live. I’m now learning that being “smart” means being loving, that the reality of others is every bit as valid to them as my reality is to me. I’m also learning new ways to express myself so that my message is completely received the first time I give it. This is very good training for a writer, to learn how to express myself more effectively, and I am very grateful for the education.
  • For allowing myself the freedom to reframe my history. I saw an interview that Ellen DeGeneres did with John Assaraf. John Assaraf is one of my favorite presenters from The Secret movie. He held up a shipping box from a very well-known shipping service and asked the audience how many people were able to see the arrow in the logo. Even though I’m trained as an artist and worked as an artist for 35 years, I couldn’t see it until John explained how to find it. I felt incredibly stupid. That example helped me to see that the way I was choosing to interpret certain events of my life was my choice, not the way it necessarily was, and it’s helped me to let go of personal reactions to life events that were not love-based. Two people left my life last year with lots of anger. They both sent me judgmental e-mails as they left that were based upon their interpretations of things I had said or done. Both e-mails arrived when I was concerned about my mother’s failing health, and the anger in both e-mails hit me very hard because of where I was in my life at the time. Neither person chose to honor any of the love or any of the good in our connection when they ended it, and neither person chose to speak directly with me to say what they felt they needed to say. I didn’t know how to heal the hurt that came from their doing what they did in the way they did what they did when they did it. I can now choose to stop needing to understand why, knowing that if they were supposed to be in my life right now, nothing could keep us apart.
  • An ever-deepening connection to Spirit, a lovely home with dependable heat that’s filled with good food to eat, wonderful home health care professionals who are caring for and have cared for my mother, a dependable car to drive, an abundant life, a loving dog to hug, the ability to puil back from the drama to see all this from a spiritual perspective, friends who really love me, the many human angels in our lives like the woman in the shoe store who took extra time with my mother to find a pair of walking shoes with heavy tread that helped her regain the confidence in her ability to walk through her life once more and the friend who gifted me the week before my mother’s fall with a rose quartz heart and spiritual jewelry called “Heal The Heart,” having access to unlimited information that can help me help my mother via my computer, and so many other synchronicities and blessings. I am enormously grateful for all of God’s gifts to me and for being in the flow in so many ways.
  • Last but not least, how ’bout those Mets?

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Andy Loves

January 11th, 2007

My mother went for a walk on an unusually warm Christmas Eve. As she was walking up the hill in her apartment building’s parking lot, she heard someone call out to her. My mother turned to see who was calling her, lost her balance, and fell. One broken shoulder, one broken nose, and one blood transfusion later, she found her way to a wonderful rehab facility.

I’d come to visit her in rehab after several weeks in the contagious period of a systemic infection, and I’d brought my dog for support. I was grateful for my dog’s silent love. She allowed me to draw strength from her while my body was greatly weakened. When the physical therapist came to my mother’s room to escort her to therapy. she invited me and my dog to watch. Laila and i settled in to watch my mother learn how to put on and take off her clothing over her sling. It was hard for her to relearn these previously simple skills, and it was hard for me to watch her struggling to relearn these skills. I saw her fight the impulse to use her grotesquely swollen and discolored arm to put on the oversized shirt. I saw her wince with pain. I saw her work hard to understand the therapist’s instructions, an extra challenge because of trauma from the fall and because she hadn’t been allowed to receive her daily nutritional supplements for a week. She’d lost significant memory, vision, and hearing. I do nutritional balancing work with my mother, so I was watching someone I love deeply who is also my client. The daughter and the professional were working to remain calm and upbeat, but it wasn’t easy.

I briefly noticed someone in a wheelchair at the other end of the room but pulled my attention back to my mother. As I watched her painfully doing her twenty-five sitting marches, I saw that the person in the wheelchair was a man in his seventies or eighties. He eventually made his way to me. Most of the therapists had come to meet my dog, and I asssumed that’s what he wanted to do. I smiled my “This is a gentle dog, and it’s fine to approach her” smile, the smile I smile to most strangers.

But he hadn’t come to meet my dog. He smiled a brilliant smile to me: soul to soul, heart to heart. I felt pure love pouring into me, and I sent pure love back to him. He didn’t speak to me. I’m guessing he didn’t speak at all. We looked at each other for what seemed like several minutes, and then he reached for my hand. I gave it to him, and he kissed it. I felt so loved. One of the therapists saw him holding my hand, and she said, “Oh, that’s Andy. He’s just a ladies man.” That may have been how she saw it. I saw Andy as an angel sent to give me love and strength to carry on.

Andy released my hand and wheeled himself to my mother. My mother doesn’t like to be touched, and Andy must have sensed it. He reached for her hand, she gave it to him, he briefly took it and gave it a quick and friendly squeeze, smiled his radiant smile at her, and then wheeled himself into the next room.

Andy may not walk, and Andy may not speak, but Andy’s heart, Andy’s essence is not handicapped.

Andy loves, and I will always carry the memory of my brief encounter with him within my heart.

and……..

I’ve told the story of my mother’s accident to many people because I was curious to learn how they interpreted it. My mother has macular degeneration and has had it for years. She’s not blind and will never go completely blind, but her vision is always severely blurred. It’s not easy to walk through the world with blurry vision. Although my mother walks with confidence, there’s an underlying insecurity from not being able to see clearly that permeates many areas of her life. That’s a common reaction for people with macular degeneration, and for those of us blessed with clear vision (either naturally or through visual aids), it may not be easy to understand someone else’s path.

I’m certain that the woman who called out to my mother meant no harm. She probably wanted a friendly chat. But she was in one parking lot ,and my mother was in an adjacent parking lot. They couldn’t have gotten together to speak in the same place because a row of hedges blocked them from getting together. She’s known my mother for many years, and she knows she has low vision. But she wasn’t looking at my mother. She was focused on what she wanted because she didn’t understand how it is to go through life with low vision. She didn’t understand how it was to be someone else, and she didn’t try to understand. So she called out her hello instead of phoning my mother later in the day to chat. Nearly three weeks later, my mother is still in rehab, dealing with the effects of that hello.
Many of my young and healthy friends think I’m wrong about what the other woman did. They say things like, “Oh, she was caught up in the moment” or “You’re being unfair” or “She just wasn’t thinking.” So I called a friend with macular degeneration who’s a little younger than my mother and asked how she interpreted the incident. She said, “It’s hard to live with macular degeneration. If I didn’t know that my left foot is my left foot and my right foot is my right foot, I’d not be able to figure out which is which. Absolutely, the other woman shouldn’t have called out to your mother as she did. You don’t call out to older people as you would to healthy younger people. You come up to them and speak with them to prevent the risk of their falling. That’s the respectful thing to do.”

I share this with you because I want to prevent this from happening to someone else’s mother or father or friend. My mother has been greatly blessed. She’s expected to make a full recovery. This story could have had a very different outcome.

Please, please, I beg you, I ask you to commit to becoming as conscious as possible from this moment forward. I ask you to commit to consciously doing no harm to ourselves or to others. I ask you to commit to seeing the other person as an extension of yourself or an extension of God. Is it possible for each of us to stop, take a deep breath, and consider what we are doing from the perspective of both parties before we do it? It’s a lot easier to prevent damage from being done than it is to heal it.

Please.

Namaste, Earth Angels.

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The Eternal Soul

December 23rd, 2006

Bodies may die, but souls are eternal. Even after they leave their bodies, they work with those of us still in physical form when we call on them.

My mother, my soul companion dog Laila, and I had finshed our errands and had returned to our motel room for the night. The motel was one I’d often stayed in with my soulmate Norwegian Elkhound, Chelsea, and my mother. I’d always reserve a room with two beds, one for me and one for my mother. Chelsea would curl up in bed with one of us for a while and then would suddenly get up, shake herself, and jump to the other bed. I never understood how she did it. She wasn’t a large dog. The beds weren’t close together. But she’d get that daredevil grin on her face and leap the chasm with complete confidence. We’d praise her, she’d jump from bed to bed a few times just because she could, and then she’d settle down for the night.

I was surprised when Laila, a much larger dog, never went for the long jump in the same motel. Laila’s personality is more subdued. Jumping is probably not her style. I learned to accept that she wasn’t going to be a jumper, but there was still a secret part of me that hoped that she’d do it one day.

This trip home was special. My mother had become quite ill earlier this year and I wasn’t sure she was going to survive. Thanks to a series of miracles and synchronicities and prayers sent up to whoever would listen, she’s now thriving. I’m so proud of her for staying around. I’d scheduled this trip to see her to make sure she was doing well and to speak with her physician. I was delighted to see more color in her cheeks and more weight on her slender frame. I was so happy to be spending time with this vibrant woman. I rejoiced in having my mother back, better than ever, at age eighty-seven.

I was tired and went to bed. Laila curled up next to me as she does most nights. Imagine my surprise when she suddenly got up, shook herself, and confidently jumped into the other bed to curl up with my mother!

I felt Chelsea’s energy all over the room. Chelsea is one of my angels, and I’d asked her to help Grandma recover when she was so sick. In that moment, I knew that Chelsea’s spirit came through Laila’s body to show my mother and me that she’d heard my prayers and was taking care of Grandma. It was a very special moment.

I have trained as a medium, and the spirits I’ve spoken with have told me that we can’t imagine how much love and support is available for us. We only need to ask for help. It’s OK to ask for help. We don’t have to do this alone. During the past eighteen months, I’ve called upon the angels more than ever before. Because I asked, I avoided a serious auto accident, my mother got well, I’m blessed with loving relationships throughout my life, and I know I’m loved beyond measure.

All we have to do is ask.

Namaste, earth angels.

I honor the life of my friend, Ed Libutti (also known as Ed of Aberdeen), who left his body on 20 December 2006. Ed had gorgeous light that sparkled from his eyes. He instantly turned strangers into friends. He was heart-centered, funny, supportive, and honorable, and his spirit will live on through his family and through the hundreds of people whose lives he touched through his many e-mail lists. I know I would not be the person I am today if I hadn’t met Ed, who connected me with many spiritual teachers and generously promoted my work. And he loved all animals, the ones that shared his home and the ones who lived with others but still became his friends. Ed was everyone’s friend. I’m grateful our paths crossed this time around, and I know they will again. And Ed, if you want to check in with me, let’s talk…..

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Dizzy’s Workbook

October 27th, 2006

“Anything that is the truth will come up out of anything.” Dizzy Gillespie

Just about all of the people I know who are committed to living conscious lives are currently learning that at least part of what they believed to be truth is or has not been truth. The lies can be consciously or unconsciously told to large groups of people, consciously or unconsciously told to a significant other, or consciously or unconsciously told to ourselves. Some people I know are uncovering multiple lies at once.

I think lightworkers have more challenges than most about being lied to or lying to ourselves. We shine our light brightly, illuminating all that surrounds us. Because our light shines on everything and everyone around and inside us, our light enhances the truth, and our light reveals the lies we never knew were there. We don’t always know we will be illuminating lies by shining our light, and that’s when it can become difficult for us to keep shining our light. We’re not always ready to learn that we’ve been lied to, and we and others who have lied to us often strike back by projecting onto us their shame at being caught. It can be hard on the ego to learn that we’ve been lied to or that we’ve been lying to ourselves, especially when we’ve been lied to for a long time by someone or a group of someones we’ve trusted, even loved. We often feel stupid. We even ask, “What did I do to create this?” Because we’ve read or heard that everything we experience is about us, we often take too much responsibility for other people’s behavior choices.

I am not willling to stop shining my light because of what others say or do, and I hope the same is true for you. I share the following thoughts during this time of uncovering global, interpersonal and personal truth with the hope that perhaps they may help keep you shining bright:

  • Stay In Compassion: I’ve learned that people often lie because they don’t feel secure in themselves, and I end up taking on their damage and insecurities when I stop trusting myself and all the wonderful people who populate my world. I can choose to honor myself by feeling eternal soul love and compassion for others without liking or adopting their behaviors.
  • Stay In Service: The longer we feel stupid/victimized/overly responsible, the longer we keep our light from shining as bright as it can shine. Some of the most important healing work we can do these days for ourselves and for the world is to shine our light as bright as it can shine as we smile at strangers, friends, and family members. Keep smiling. Keep shining.
  • Stay In Contract: I believe that opposites attract to learn about each other. I’ve seen two people who have habitually lied to me eventually understand that it’s possible to make another choice. I looked into the others’ eyes as I told them how deeply I was hurt by their lies. The soul love they felt for me eventually caused them to feel my hurt from all their lies as their own hurt. So much pain within each of us and between the two of us was healed when they took responsibility for the effects of their actions by first apologizing and then changing how they treated me. They told me why they lied. In both cases, they lied from early childhood as a way to protect themselves from abuse and never knew there was another way for them to go through life. I also learned that the process of lying becomes so ingrained that the person telling the lie doesn’t always know that any lies are even being told. I believe we had soul contracts to learn from each other. I am in awe of their courage in changing their approach to living their lives, and I appreciate their loving me enough to finally choose honesty and love over deception and fear.
  • Stay In Intention: When I decided to ask for Spirit’s help in only sending people into my life each day who are living honest and love-based lives, the Cosmic Bouncer responded. Within two months, three people whom I believed really loved me abruptly left my life. One quietly vanished and the other two sent angry e-mails as they left. Tell Spirit what qualities the people in your life should have and watch what happens!
  • Stay In The Sacredness of Each Moment: I remember a hoax e-mail that was circulated several years ago that turned out to be a glorious gift. Lightworkers around the world were asked to stand outside their homes with a lit candle at a specific time on a specific night. My neighbors coming home from work looked at me like I had a screw loose, silently standing outside with my single lit candle on a chilly autumn evening for two hours, but I did it. I felt really stupid until I gradually realized that, hoax or not, I felt like I was holding the light for my entire neighborhood. I felt the sacredness of the moment go all the way through me, even if it was based on a hoax. Even if a lie started it all, if I was loving and present in the moment, if I expanded my service to myself and others as I did what I did, is the final result still a lie?

Namaste, Earth Angels.

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