Category Archives: Seasons & Holidays

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The Redemptive Quality of Forgiveness In The Holidays

Happy Holidays! In whichever form you choose to experience it. As we come to the end of two thousand and fifteen, part of the human race is showing a reversal of tolerance. The news media chooses to follow individuals exercising their right to speak their minds, to express their self-loathing spewed across the planet and out in to the universe.

We are in the chrysalis stage of the human evolution. As the caterpillar we absorbed the teachings of people like Wayne Dwyer, Marianne Williamson and the Dali Lama to name a few. These teachers helped us to recognize ourselves as divine beings in a physical, human experience. Now we have to turn what we know into wisdom. We absorbed the powerful teachings; reading books, attending workshops and lectures, meditation and our own unveiling wisdom to this end and beyond.

The end of year holidays force us to look within to see if we are as tolerant and loving as we envisage ourselves to be. Do you love someone regardless of how they treat you? Can you forgive yourself for being stupid, small, weak, or gullible? Are you able to see that in the weakness you are being given the opportunity to grow and develop into the powerful being of light that you are seeking to embrace?

Are we able to give kindness and love to the ones we feel have wronged us? Are we able to love and forgive the dark in others? Several movies come to mind, Dead Man Walking with Susan Sarandon and Sean Penn and The Green Mile with Tom Hanks and Micheal Clarke Duncan, to name a couple. These movies show the redemptive quality that love and forgiveness can bring. How does compassion and empathy fit in our desire to evolve and grow into beings of light? The ranter who spews words of hatred and derision is turning himself inside out showing us his or her own self-loathing. The person who causes harm to another began her journey to this state, in a tiny way mostly trying to show that he or she is kind and loving. This turns out badly because each must know his light first before the light can be seen by others.

Christmas carols are about kindness and love. They are about tolerance and magnanimity. The christmas tree is the sign of hope with the light shining at the top. When I was a child living with my grandparents, my grandmother woke me up one night to look at a star travelling across the sky. The star was incredible bright, with the long tail stretched behind it. It may have been a comet, but for some reason, my grandmother knew that it was there. Behind the wooden bedroom window, she would have had to have been forewarned of it’s coming, to be able to get up at that exact time, open the window to show it to me. It appeared like the star I read about in books, the star the wise men followed to the new born Jesus.

My grandmother was an angry woman, my grandfather was filled with malice. My sisters and I were sent to live with those two at such an early age that I may have chosen a different course in life but for the magical events I experienced that made me see that there was more to the existence that what my sisters and I were experiencing. This time of the year to me, is like the star that fell across the sky that night. It is a reminder that even though we may not see kindness or loving actions in those around us, loving kindness does exist. We are being asked to find it within ourselves and exercise our right to be loving. To show tolerance to even those we feel do not deserve it.

For those of us whose purpose it is to heal the planet, our job is not to preach to the converted. It is to go into the dark, scary places and shine our starlight so that those in the dark may find their way to the light.

May the light of understanding that sits within you, illuminate the hearts of the world in its darkest places.

Painting by Sonia Nadina Haynes

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Giving Thanks in Grace and Benediction

Thanksgiving, harvest, giving thanks is celebrated and upheld all over the world. For most of us thanksgiving is about the turkey and family gathering. On the Social media and Facebook, many share their feelings of thanks for their lives and the ones who make their lives such a fulfilling experience. In my childhood, I spent my formative years in a rural village in the countryside.

The farmers were dependent on the grace of the land, the weather and a force that extended beyond themselves. Regardless of whether the harvest was good or not so good, they gave thanks. I am sure this practice was carried out in all indigenous cultures. What I remember is that Mizpah Moravian Church would be filled to bursting with the harvest from the farmers around the community. Each person brought a share, a token of that years crop as a sacrifice to the alter, honouring the Divine Spirit with thanks.

All the way to the door, from the alter would be fruits of every description, root vegetables, flowers, and the products of the harvest; cakes, cookies, jams and jellies. Pickles fruits and vegetables layer alongside rag rugs, crochets garments and home decorations. The shafts of light would stream in through the stained glass windows touching the offerings as if God was reaching in and accepting what was given-freely.

From those experiences, I learned to carry gratitude and give benediction for what I received throughout each moment of my life. It does not matter how terrible we think our lives feel to us, something good always come out of the tragedy. Many are without their loved ones, living away from their birth homes. Many are on the ground in combat gear, feet burning from the pain of being in uncomfortable boots for long moments at a time. I have memories of past lives in several wars and I am in solidarity with every person who soldiers and fights for their country regardless of which side they are on.

In a past life journeying workshop, one of the attendees saw himself, a soldier fighting in a war in Europe. He realized that most soldiers go out to fight and kill a part of themselves through killing other human beings without asking why? One politician disagrees with another and they send their citizens to fight each other on the politician’s behalf. None of the soldiers had an issue with the other, they were just fighting under orders. Let us be grateful that most of us do not have to take on such a terrible task.

No matter who, no matter what. Let us give thanks to all those who give their lives without asking why.

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The Spirit Of Christmas – December 15th, 2013

My three sisters and I went to live with my grandmother when I was five and a half years old. Before that we never went to church. My parents were not particularly religious and I don’t remember Christmas with them. I have no memories of a tree or presents. When we went to the small parochial district of Cheapside, I was required to attend Mizpah Moravian Church. I learned about the nativity (the birth of Jesus) this is where the acting and singing bug took hold of me. I also learned about Santa Claus. We read about the magical man who flew threw the air on a sled drawn by reindeer and of course the famous red nosed Rudolf. Based on the stories I read and heard, Santa needed snow to land and take off in his sled. He also needed a fireplace. I bought into the magic until my second Christmas with my grandparents.

Rumor went around that Santa was coming to our village and would bring presents for all the children. I wondered how this would happen. We had no snow – it was hot in December – even in the shade. How were Santa’s reindeers going to land? I could not ask the adults because I was given a stiff beating the last time I asked a question that they were incapable of answering. So I waited. We were dressed up like all the other children. Our hairs were combed like it was a Sunday. Our grandmother shepherded all four of us girls, me being the eldest carried my baby sister out to Cross Roads. The whole village turned up. Adults and children joined in the infectious magic of seeing Santa for the first time. I looked at the sky while everyone looked to the up the road to the west.

One of the boys who kept running into the road to check for signs of Santa, yelled, “He is coming! Santa is coming!”

We all lunged into the road. All I could see was a cloud of dust. No reindeers, no sled – no Santa. The cloud of dust grew larger and closer and everyone cheered. To my disappointment, there was Santa not even the white twinkling one in the pictures, on his sled latched with ropes to the roof of a beaten up old car which went so fast he was a blur as the car whisked around the hairpin turn. The fake Santa threw small brown paper bags filled with candy at us. People scrambled in the dust to pick up the candy. I lost my belief in our modern day Santa who instills a frenzy of hope and disappointment from presents. As a mother I went along with the farce for my children. Although it turns out as my older daughter told me later that she knew that Santa wasn’t real from early on. She kept up with the farce for her father’s and my sake. Now that’s the Spirit of Christmas. I believe the spirit of Christmas exists every day in all of us. There are fake Santas all over the world and there are genuine saintly figures as well.

In this holiday season, May you enjoy the charm that gathering families and friends together brings. May you find hope and peace that regenerates throughout the coming year. May the energy of the Christ Consciousness remain a part of all you do on this planet in your own personal life and out in the world.

Happy Holidays.