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Blessings in Store for You --by Rev. Sharyn Zenz

So you're feeling blue
and you have no clue...
Well I'll tell you why
if you'll give me a try.

That's how easy it is...
to just sit and listen.
And if you'll keep on writing,
your heart will just glisten.

For what you're to hear
will be made very clear.
If it's answers you seek,
just sit quiet and I'll speak.

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What Is Really Going On? --by Aline McDowell

I was washing the dishes last night while I was cooking dinner. I wanted to be ahead of my work so that I could have a longer peaceful night. I could hear the Nintendo playing upstairs. My husband was playing it. When dinner was ready, we all sat down and had our dinner. After dinner, my husband ordered the children to do the dishes and he went on his way out of the kitchen.

Because (I think) our children are still too small to do the whole job by themselves, I started to help them. I stood there behind the sink, angry as can be. My husband came back in the kitchen and asked if anything was wrong. At the time, I could not speak or hardly move, so I squeakily said "No." He left and came back again. He said, "I don't know what is wrong with you, but whatever it is, I don't like it." I looked up and noticed he was worried by my behavior.

Afer he had gone, I again took a deep look at what was going on inside of me. I wanted to understand at that exact moment what is it that I can change about myself. I noticed that I was looking at all the things that my husband wasn't doing, wasn't doing right and the things that I would like him to do. I shifted these thoughts into ALL the things that my husband does do, does do perfectly right and the things that I do want him to do. All the bad feelings I previously had just melted away. Thank God. I went looking for my husband, and once found, I kissed him gently and hugged him. He then said," Well this is so much better."

What else could I say to that?

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Changing My Mind --by Rev. Michele Hojnacki

In the world of illusions we have mastered the separation. We break things down, divide it, classify it, give it varying degrees of value and importance; at least that is what goes on in my mind. I have been shown how this perception has hurt me.

To take my rightful place in the Sonship, I have to accept my equality with all of my brothers. My value is the same, no more, no less and my entitlement to abundance is the same and is anchored in what God bestowed on me in my creation, not based on all the qualifiers established in the illusion.

The perception of differences needs to completely disappear from my mind, if I am ever going to recognize my brother's wholeness and come to know that we are One. Oneness knows no differences, it only knows sameness. It offers everyone, everything, always. How could It not?

Christ says, "Let go of your poverty thinking and accept everything, accept Me." Jesus tells me that God has given me everything and would have me accept everything. Everything!!! The only obstacle or block which ever exists is in my thinking.

Christ says, "Accept it as real and live it." This is not difficult. This is what I am doing, all the time, already, anyway. In every moment I am living my decision of reality. "Choose Again and Change Your Mind!"

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Barbara's Miracle --by Rev. Bob Thompson

Saturday, September 13th, when I found Barbara unconscious, my first thought was that she had died. She did not respond to my words, or my attempts to rouse her. Nor could I detect a pulse or breathing. The emergency staff also tried, unsuccessfully, to rouse her. They did, however, find a pulse and blood pressure.

About 7a.m., I visited her at the hospital in Portage. She was fairly awake but unable to speak very clearly or with enough volume for me to understand many of her words. I suspect it was a frustrating period for both of us. The most effective communication, was her squeezing my hand for "yes." Her left arm and leg had no feeling, and she was incapable of moving her arm, leg, fingers or toes on her left side. Prior to entering the emergency room, Barbara had made two decisions about her health care that were to have immediate, as well as continuous, consequences, up to and including the present.

The first decision was to not have surgery for this, her second brain tumor. Her previous long convalescence after brain surgery, and the proximity of this tumor to her brain stem, as well as her deciding which of the conflicting medical advice was in her best interests, all played a role in the firmness of her decision. (Barbara shared this with me when we first met about five months ago.)

Early in our friendship, she also mentioned that she believed that her medications were the major cause of her 13 years of pain and sickness. She was especially critical of Warfarin as a medicine, because she knew it was used to poison rats.

She acted on these beliefs about three weeks before her stroke, by continuing to take ONLY her pain medications. Prior to this she had taken 20 bottles (I counted) of medications from her purse to show me what she believed was slowly killing her. She also experienced someone placing a pill in her mouth at night and feared that the medical staff would put the medications in her food or water.

Her doctor was quite upset on learning that Barbara was taking only her pain medications, and her decision to not eat or drink led the doctor to believe that Barbara was going to die. And she told Barbara that. And Barbara believed the doctor. She now had additional reasons for not taking liquids and foods because she wanted to avoid as much continued pain as possible.

After a few days of this, I was told that some of the staff were referring to me as Jack Kevorkian. Staff advised me that the hospital was a pro-life institution. And Barbara's friends, especially those that asked questions, were thought to be cult members. And who was the leader of this cult group? None other than Mr. Death himself, good old Jack Kervorkian. As early as Saturday, her day of admission, I heard staff wondering out loud, about who was putting these ideas in Barbara's head.

Unfortunately, Barbara's friend Elmo, was accidentally mistaken for Jack Kervorkian, and was angrily ejected from Barbara's hospital bedroom.

Barbara met Elmo the previous Monday when she approached the same exit ramp at which she, Barbara, had been hitchhiking fifteen years ago. Elmo had been standing there for two hours and had just finished praying to God for a ride when Barbara pulled up. In that instant, and to this day, Elmo believes that Barbara is his guardian angel. In his own words, "I was crawling up out of the gutter, and there she was."

The day following her picking him up, Barbara had him apply for low-income housing. (The apartment that he will get is now being cleaned, painted and carpeted.) Elmo had cashed his disability check (panic disorders) and Barbara agreed to allow him to put a tent in her back yard and use the bathroom, if he would allow her to hold on to his first month's rent AND security deposit. Elmo agreed, and gave her five hundred dollars in large bills. Plus an extra fifty, that would be his spending money for the last half of this month.

Elmo was in the hospital with Barbara from early morning till evening. Every day, taking the long trek back to his tent, only when he had to sleep. (I heard him referred to in his presence, as "the hitchhiker.") Elmo now became Barbara's guardian angel. Until he was mistaken for Jack Kervorkian, and ejected from Barbara's bedside.

Up to this point, considering all the things that had happened, Barbara had made a real effort to be kind. When her doctor became upset and angry, Barbara told her doctor that if she could not be kind and control herself, Barbara would have to ask the distraught doctor to leave her room.

The doctor said that Barbara was depressed and had a death wish and wondered out loud who had put these ideas in her head. "Jack" was standing next to her while she was wondering.

At the doctor's request, a mental health professional arrived the following day, Sunday, to conduct a mental health evaluation of Barbara. She agree to see the mental health person if she could have two other persons of her choice present. She chose Don Spencer (a card-playing and dream interpretation buddy) and "Jack," the "cult leader."

When we interviewed the therapist, he said that his only reason for being there was to determine whether or not there was a danger of Barbara taking her life in the next 12 to 24 hours. If it was so determined (by him) she would be removed to a facility where she could be continually observed and protected from herself. The therapist eventually became somewhat testy and Barbara also counselled him about being kind or he would not be allowed to remain in her room.

We then asked, "What would happen if Barbara did not answer any of your questions?" He replied that he would have to inform the doctor (who made the request) that Barbara had refused to cooperate. Barbara thought that this was a good idea. And dismissed the therapist. (She told us that she felt that no matter what she said, it would be twisted and used as ammunition against her.)

When the staff person noisily ejected Elmo, the guardian angel, (who the staff person thought was Jack), Barbara became rather upset and ejected the staff person, who then left Barbara's room in tears. Seconds after all this had happened, I arrived at the hospital, saw the staff person crying in a waiting room, and, blissfully unaware of all that had transpired, comforted the staff person (who was blissfully unaware that she was being comforted by "Jack").

Barbara wanted to come out to Bumpity Road (where I live) because she felt safe here. I agreed to have her here, if she met three conditions: 1. Prearranged nursing care for her bathroom functions (she was already sporting a catheter and urine bag, and poop doesn't happen if you don't eat). 2. Arrangements for trained staff to bathe her body regularly. 3. Provide her own transportation to Bumpity Road. She agreed.

On Tuesday morning she informed me that she had made all the necessary arrangements and that she would be arriving at Bumpity on Tuesday afternoon. And would I be so kind as to pick up her hospital bed from her home and take it to Bumpity?

When we arrived at her home to pick up the bed (a neighbor helped with his pickup) Barbara was already in the house picking up clothing, etc. Recalling that her left side was paralyzed, and that she couldn't walk, I was curious as to how she got from inside the hospital, to the inside of her house. She said that she called for a taxi with a handicapped ramp, which she boarded at the hospital entrance, wheeled up to her porch steps, grabbed the railing, tipped over the wheelchair, and crawled up the steps, and into her house. She said that as soon as she crawled around and picked up a few more things, she would reverse the process, board the taxi by ramp, and be on our doorstep shortly.

When we arrived home with her hospital bed, she was already there, waiting for us. That night, Tuesday, she took the last of her oxycontin, a highly addictive painkiller. Barbara had already discontinued her morphine-based suppositories. She warned me that her going cold-turkey off of highly addictive painkillers was not going to be a pretty thing to see. She was wrong. It was a beautiful thing to see.

On Wednesday, she was bathed in her bed by a health-care professional. On Thursday morning, she was visited by a physical therapist. The therapist, Bonnie, and I, were able, with a walker, to get her to her feet. All her weight was on her right foot and right arm. With great difficulty, and great determination, she slid her right foot forward an inch, and then dragged her left foot up to it. It took a long time to go a few feet, and then get her back in bed. She was exhausted and quickly fell asleep.

And then, she had a sacred dream that changed her life. She dreamed of an encounter with the Divine Who appeared to her as a white buffalo. She asked the white buffalo why she had not been healed. The white buffalo bellowed back, "You didn't ask!" So Barbara asked. An hour later when I went to check on her, I was greatly startled to see her wheelchair coming around the corner, with nobody in it! Then I saw Barbara behind the wheelchair pushing it. I expressed great concern about her falling and she said, "Bob, you just have to be more trusting."

An hour later, we found her on the potty. She had walked 66 feet with no help of any kind. A nurse arrived shortly thereafter and (at Barbara's insistence) removed her catheter. Shortly after that, Bonnie and I were on the east patio when Barbara walked 130 feet, unassisted, to join us. We expressed great concern about her falling on the concrete patio, to which she replied, "Oh ye, of little faith." She then walked over to the neighbor's fence and stood there for ten minutes watching the horses. The next morning she brought an apple to our bedroom. She gleefully told us that she had walked to the orchard to pick it.

The following morning she rose early, picked several pails of tomatoes, and then drove to her house in Portage to clean out her refrigerator. Barbara is now eating very moderately. And drinking lots and lots of lemon water. She is pain free. And more agile than when I met her five months ago.

This continues to be a mind-boggling adventure. Lots of awe and wonder and speechlessness and tears. And fears. And joy. And lots and lots and lots of laughter.

She recently decided to face her fears and hire an attorney to ask her father to account for his handling of a trust fund that had been left to Barbara by her grandfather.

Today, (Tuesday) while visiting her home in Portage, Barbara was served with legal papers to appear tomorrow (Wednesday) before the Columbia County Corporate Counsel for a psychiatric evaluation to determine whether she is capable of caring for herself.

Barbara welcomes interaction. Her e-mail address is: bjdixie60@aol.com

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