Positive Thoughts for a Tuesday

Attitudes are contagious. Are yours worth catching? - Dennis and Wendy Mannering

  Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine. - Anthony J. D’Angelo

Oh, my friend, it’s not what they take away from you that counts. It’s what you do with what you have left. - Hubert Humphrey

  Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference. - Winston Churchill

Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same. - Francesca Reigler

 Think big thoughts but relish small pleasures. - H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don’t count on harvesting Golden Delicious. - Bill Meyer

  To be upset over what you don’t have is to waste what you do have. - Ken S. Keyes, Jr.

Positive Thoughts for a Tuesday

Attitudes are contagious. Are yours worth catching? - Dennis and Wendy Mannering

Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine. - Anthony J. D’Angelo

Oh, my friend, it’s not what they take away from you that counts. It’s what you do with what you have left. - Hubert Humphrey

Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference. - Winston Churchill

Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same. - Francesca Reigler

Think big thoughts but relish small pleasures. - H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don’t count on harvesting Golden Delicious. - Bill Meyer

To be upset over what you don’t have is to waste what you do have. - Ken S. Keyes, Jr.

Upon arriving at the state of illumination, you discover that there is no more parting, no bitter separation, no tears or sadness; no more illness nor anxious watching; no more defeat nor hopeless disappointment, but full repose and perfect peace. You are now awake in a pure day whose dawn is free from pain, from toil and strife and the mad rush of life, the bitter war for bread.

All this is ended now. You are at home, to feel no grief, nor fear, nor cold, nor heat, nor hunger; never to weep again, nor know what sorrow is in your eternal dwelling place.

No more heartache, no sob nor sigh, shall come again forever. You look upon life’s past as on an empty dream, whose gloomy visions can never more return, while the memory of the purer loves and joys of life remain with you. The burdens and the struggles pass away, expunged and all consumed in the brief sunlight of this golden dawn. Every emotion and thought is like music; the breathing of the heavenly air is perfect peace and sweet repose, and the great wondrous Love of the Absolute fills all the systems of resplendent worlds, writing on every leaflet, every heart and face, and in each living thing, the Spirit message of God’s Light and Love. So perfect is the unison of chords that a dreamy peace of holier love than mortals can conceive overshadows all as the sweet voices swell and soften and then rise again in one continuous ecstasy of clear vibration on these heavenly waves of sound. 

You feel no sense of weight nor bonds to earth, but float with wings on high, propelled by will or thought, and speed like light through space, or, like a bird, sail on the buoyant waves of ether; then, bounded by concentrated Will, you pass like lightning through the shoreless space, finding no boundaries, but myriads of countless worlds, stars that are numberless, trackless regions limitless, while through and over all God’s presence and tender love penetrate and overshadow like a great benediction.

Hearken! From far adown the grand corridors of space comes floating upward a joyous song: “Death is swallowed up in victory. Peace upon earth, good-will toward men”; then, bursting out the Antiphone.. “Death is swallowed in the Absolute Love.” Now, you awaken to the knowledge that music has speech, ideas, and explanations, which, combined with Spirit, forms a language in which the highest heavenly glories of the universe can be revealed.

Some faithful Angel guide, of whom you had at times caught glimpses only while living the profane life, comes in majestic presence, beautiful in noble form and loving countenance, and stands beside you, listening to the heavenly anthems. As the mother watcher her first-born, so he watches the surprises of your enraptured Soul.

Lovingly embracing you, he welcomes you home with gentle words: “This is your Soul’s rest from its earthly pilgrimage, the peace that passes understanding. Now, faithful, weary Pilgrim, loose your well worn sandals and rest in peace; you are at Home. How young and bright are all the old loves and the dear friends to you now! The very air makes the pulse quicken and the heart leap for gladness, too full for utterance. With tears of thankful love to the dear God, who has given you the victory, and with an overflowing heart, you nestle in grateful rapture in the bosom of your Angel guide, making weak effort to express your murmured thanks, for his guiding hand and faithful Spirit that has been the ladder on which your Soul has risen. You strive in weakness to return a little love for love as he tenderly leads you to rest amid the echoing anthems of an Angel’s song; home and peace at last for evermore. The vision of this one fair hour remains in memory through eternity.

Upon arriving at the state of illumination, you discover that there is no more parting, no bitter separation, no tears or sadness; no more illness nor anxious watching; no more defeat nor hopeless disappointment, but full repose and perfect peace. You are now awake in a pure day whose dawn is free from pain, from toil and strife and the mad rush of life, the bitter war for bread.

All this is ended now. You are at home, to feel no grief, nor fear, nor cold, nor heat, nor hunger; never to weep again, nor know what sorrow is in your eternal dwelling place.

No more heartache, no sob nor sigh, shall come again forever. You look upon life’s past as on an empty dream, whose gloomy visions can never more return, while the memory of the purer loves and joys of life remain with you. The burdens and the struggles pass away, expunged and all consumed in the brief sunlight of this golden dawn. Every emotion and thought is like music; the breathing of the heavenly air is perfect peace and sweet repose, and the great wondrous Love of the Absolute fills all the systems of resplendent worlds, writing on every leaflet, every heart and face, and in each living thing, the Spirit message of God’s Light and Love. So perfect is the unison of chords that a dreamy peace of holier love than mortals can conceive overshadows all as the sweet voices swell and soften and then rise again in one continuous ecstasy of clear vibration on these heavenly waves of sound.

You feel no sense of weight nor bonds to earth, but float with wings on high, propelled by will or thought, and speed like light through space, or, like a bird, sail on the buoyant waves of ether; then, bounded by concentrated Will, you pass like lightning through the shoreless space, finding no boundaries, but myriads of countless worlds, stars that are numberless, trackless regions limitless, while through and over all God’s presence and tender love penetrate and overshadow like a great benediction.

Hearken! From far adown the grand corridors of space comes floating upward a joyous song: “Death is swallowed up in victory. Peace upon earth, good-will toward men”; then, bursting out the Antiphone.. “Death is swallowed in the Absolute Love.” Now, you awaken to the knowledge that music has speech, ideas, and explanations, which, combined with Spirit, forms a language in which the highest heavenly glories of the universe can be revealed.

Some faithful Angel guide, of whom you had at times caught glimpses only while living the profane life, comes in majestic presence, beautiful in noble form and loving countenance, and stands beside you, listening to the heavenly anthems. As the mother watcher her first-born, so he watches the surprises of your enraptured Soul.

Lovingly embracing you, he welcomes you home with gentle words: “This is your Soul’s rest from its earthly pilgrimage, the peace that passes understanding. Now, faithful, weary Pilgrim, loose your well worn sandals and rest in peace; you are at Home. How young and bright are all the old loves and the dear friends to you now! The very air makes the pulse quicken and the heart leap for gladness, too full for utterance. With tears of thankful love to the dear God, who has given you the victory, and with an overflowing heart, you nestle in grateful rapture in the bosom of your Angel guide, making weak effort to express your murmured thanks, for his guiding hand and faithful Spirit that has been the ladder on which your Soul has risen. You strive in weakness to return a little love for love as he tenderly leads you to rest amid the echoing anthems of an Angel’s song; home and peace at last for evermore. The vision of this one fair hour remains in memory through eternity.

Your immediate surrounding atmosphere is tinctured by yourself. All things are tangible and real around you, but your capacity to comprehend, to know, and to use them springs from the knowledge of Truth within your inner self.

Your immediate surrounding atmosphere is tinctured by yourself. All things are tangible and real around you, but your capacity to comprehend, to know, and to use them springs from the knowledge of Truth within your inner self.

What wonder and delight to see the spangled heavens, a galaxy of suns and worlds, so dim to earth, yet here so gorgeously bright to you, as seen by Spirit eyes; while our own glorious sun appears to stand so silent and so calm, yet ever watchful in an awful beauty which no human words can venture to describe; while the grandeur of each planet on its majestic course, sweeping along its pathway through the firmaments, fills your whole being with bewildered admiration of the wondrous Architect who made them and then framed the laws that ever hold them in each fine gradation of heavenly order and in harmony Divine. And see! our own dull, round, red globe, far, far below, within its canopy of clouds and misty air, scaling the heavens faster than the eagle’s flight, while through its darkened vapors we may rend the veil between the things seen and unseen. Beneath us lie outstretched hills, valleys, plains, and crowded cities, from all of which seem to come up a pulsating heart-sob of anguish. “And is this our fair earth?” I asked of my Angel guide, as I continued watching the creeping populace swarming upon its surface, hurrying in tempestuous turmoil in their greed of mammon or from fleshly appetites; reveling amid the icy pageantries of death; while about each individual are seen shadows of darkened atmospheres: lust, selfishness, jealousy, and wrong; revenge, hypocrisy, and deceit, showing the impulses and strivings of each human heart, the deep environment of human ambition, the drapery of each Soul. But at times and intervals a holy light from some saint still on earth flashed out a pure, bright ray of charity and love, like a bright sunbeam from some grand, unselfish Soul, which caused the Angel guide to smile again with hope as he affirmed with gentle voice, “These are they who have found the seed of God’s Love and have planted it.”

Now, for the first time, you comprehend and are aware of the great outpouring of Spirit upon all flesh, so thanklessly received and unacceptable to these, the living, who, in their own conceited folly, reject and pitilessly turn it aside. Here one fully realizes that the true being, the inner self of man, is a peculiar chemical compound, made up of the emotions, desires, and aspirations of the mind, the thought, and action; what had been, or what had been done or said; the loves, appetites, and ambitions; even the very air he breathed.

What wonder and delight to see the spangled heavens, a galaxy of suns and worlds, so dim to earth, yet here so gorgeously bright to you, as seen by Spirit eyes; while our own glorious sun appears to stand so silent and so calm, yet ever watchful in an awful beauty which no human words can venture to describe; while the grandeur of each planet on its majestic course, sweeping along its pathway through the firmaments, fills your whole being with bewildered admiration of the wondrous Architect who made them and then framed the laws that ever hold them in each fine gradation of heavenly order and in harmony Divine. And see! our own dull, round, red globe, far, far below, within its canopy of clouds and misty air, scaling the heavens faster than the eagle’s flight, while through its darkened vapors we may rend the veil between the things seen and unseen. Beneath us lie outstretched hills, valleys, plains, and crowded cities, from all of which seem to come up a pulsating heart-sob of anguish. “And is this our fair earth?” I asked of my Angel guide, as I continued watching the creeping populace swarming upon its surface, hurrying in tempestuous turmoil in their greed of mammon or from fleshly appetites; reveling amid the icy pageantries of death; while about each individual are seen shadows of darkened atmospheres: lust, selfishness, jealousy, and wrong; revenge, hypocrisy, and deceit, showing the impulses and strivings of each human heart, the deep environment of human ambition, the drapery of each Soul. But at times and intervals a holy light from some saint still on earth flashed out a pure, bright ray of charity and love, like a bright sunbeam from some grand, unselfish Soul, which caused the Angel guide to smile again with hope as he affirmed with gentle voice, “These are they who have found the seed of God’s Love and have planted it.”

Now, for the first time, you comprehend and are aware of the great outpouring of Spirit upon all flesh, so thanklessly received and unacceptable to these, the living, who, in their own conceited folly, reject and pitilessly turn it aside. Here one fully realizes that the true being, the inner self of man, is a peculiar chemical compound, made up of the emotions, desires, and aspirations of the mind, the thought, and action; what had been, or what had been done or said; the loves, appetites, and ambitions; even the very air he breathed.

Come with us, kind reader, and follow the flight of an Adept in his entrancement, that we may gain knowledge of Spirit and Light of Truth, and our lives will become refreshed like flowers of nature washed by morning dew. Open wide the portals of your being, that the Soul may take its flight. Under the protection and guidance of the Angels, with an unparalleled sense of our real selves let loose from out the mortal body, we pass upward through the world of wandering, unripened Souls; up past the horde with their impenetrable covering of selfishness and error, now for the first time beginning to see the Light of Spirit, and to awaken to the knowledge of their immortality, and that their purer loves alone are lasting and eternal. Here too they first become alive to sweet sounds, and at times catch glimpses of the Angels through their confused eyes.

Passing up and onward into the Love and Wisdom spheres, we poise and rest, leaving behind us a trail of golden light like the soft shadows on a gentle stream. Oh, what a glorious realization of immortal life. Oh, joy of a thousand years, pressed into one sweet hour of perfect peace. The first impulse of the heart is to ask always to remain, as in delicious ecstasy you linger in the halo of pure and perfect love, while all the air is redolent of calm and rest. This is the true Home of the Soul. No more of parting, no more death, and no more sadness now, home in the silent loving land of Spirit. Home where all the higher aspirations all that you have unselfishly hoped for or in your nobler love, admired and wished for in your better moods, has taken shape and in your Soul’s surroundings now becomes embodied. Here, your guardian Angels say, “now rest your tempest-tossed Soul. Here, at home, where all your dear loved ones await you.” What a happy greeting is now bestowed upon you, as a new inhabitant, who has reached this land of purer day! What rapture to look up through happy tears and melting mists of tenderest love; to feel kind hands about you and tender loving arms enfolding you, and voices of affection welcoming you to the home where parting is no more.

Come with us, kind reader, and follow the flight of an Adept in his entrancement, that we may gain knowledge of Spirit and Light of Truth, and our lives will become refreshed like flowers of nature washed by morning dew. Open wide the portals of your being, that the Soul may take its flight. Under the protection and guidance of the Angels, with an unparalleled sense of our real selves let loose from out the mortal body, we pass upward through the world of wandering, unripened Souls; up past the horde with their impenetrable covering of selfishness and error, now for the first time beginning to see the Light of Spirit, and to awaken to the knowledge of their immortality, and that their purer loves alone are lasting and eternal. Here too they first become alive to sweet sounds, and at times catch glimpses of the Angels through their confused eyes.

Passing up and onward into the Love and Wisdom spheres, we poise and rest, leaving behind us a trail of golden light like the soft shadows on a gentle stream. Oh, what a glorious realization of immortal life. Oh, joy of a thousand years, pressed into one sweet hour of perfect peace. The first impulse of the heart is to ask always to remain, as in delicious ecstasy you linger in the halo of pure and perfect love, while all the air is redolent of calm and rest. This is the true Home of the Soul. No more of parting, no more death, and no more sadness now, home in the silent loving land of Spirit. Home where all the higher aspirations all that you have unselfishly hoped for or in your nobler love, admired and wished for in your better moods, has taken shape and in your Soul’s surroundings now becomes embodied. Here, your guardian Angels say, “now rest your tempest-tossed Soul. Here, at home, where all your dear loved ones await you.” What a happy greeting is now bestowed upon you, as a new inhabitant, who has reached this land of purer day! What rapture to look up through happy tears and melting mists of tenderest love; to feel kind hands about you and tender loving arms enfolding you, and voices of affection welcoming you to the home where parting is no more.

WORDS FOR FRIDAY ON HARMONY 

Harmony does not mean that everyone is in agreement. It means that no one is attempting to force his or her opinions on others.

Harmony does not mean that everyone is the same. It means that everyone respects and tolerates and even celebrates the differences that give so much richness to life.

Harmony is not ever achieved by brute force. Harmony is reached when every individual understands, on his or her own terms, that it by far the most effective way to live.

Harmony does not come about through intimidation or scolding or threats of punishment. Harmony is reached through understanding.

Harmony cannot exist where people are interested only in what they can take. Harmony is built through giving.

Harmony comes not by giving in or by being weak or by surrendering one’s most treasured principles, or by the cowardly attempt to control others. Harmony is the domain of those who are confident enough in their own lives to allow others to peacefully flourish.

Ralph Marston

WORDS FOR FRIDAY ON HARMONY

Harmony does not mean that everyone is in agreement. It means that no one is attempting to force his or her opinions on others.

Harmony does not mean that everyone is the same. It means that everyone respects and tolerates and even celebrates the differences that give so much richness to life.

Harmony is not ever achieved by brute force. Harmony is reached when every individual understands, on his or her own terms, that it by far the most effective way to live.

Harmony does not come about through intimidation or scolding or threats of punishment. Harmony is reached through understanding.

Harmony cannot exist where people are interested only in what they can take. Harmony is built through giving.

Harmony comes not by giving in or by being weak or by surrendering one’s most treasured principles, or by the cowardly attempt to control others. Harmony is the domain of those who are confident enough in their own lives to allow others to peacefully flourish.

Ralph Marston

There are those that wander who do not see the light around them and remain engulfed in the darkness. To recognize the light is to become observant and resonate with the Love that is within and without. To live in the Light is to allow the Love to power you.

- Bret Trismegistus

There are those that wander who do not see the light around them and remain engulfed in the darkness. To recognize the light is to become observant and resonate with the Love that is within and without. To live in the Light is to allow the Love to power you.

- Bret Trismegistus

There are no lost workers in the cause of Spirit Truth, but, like shining stars, those who are great, unselfish Souls and good on earth rise in Spirit radiance to their appointed place, and are still orbs of light and truth that beam upon this world.

There are no lost workers in the cause of Spirit Truth, but, like shining stars, those who are great, unselfish Souls and good on earth rise in Spirit radiance to their appointed place, and are still orbs of light and truth that beam upon this world.

The True Man is always the Within, which is the breath of life, bringing him a knowledge of good and evil; that knowledge that he himself alone must work out his own salvation. Here Truth is found standing on Nature’s pedestal, calling out to mankind to come and unveil Her face; here man finds that there is but one thing worth living for, and that is Love in its highest sense; here the objective world of flesh and mammon falls from us, and the reborn Soul shines forth clad in the brightness of Eternal Good. To him who has gained these heights there is a quiet air of perfect peace, as if there were a singing and sounding of everlasting harps in sweet repose of charming melodies; while in his dwelling it seems as if Angel faces were ever hovering around, smiling in radiant companionship. Here the visions of men’s True Minds have worn thin the veil between that which we see and the great Invisible Truths, the whisper of whose wings at times we hear as they sweep through the grosser air of this world. With Light, Wisdom, and Truth so very near, O Pilgrim, build your Soul’s Image and stand erect through every storm, and not cast yourself before the image of some unknown, objective God; but turn yourself towards the visions of the highest good, and you shall have for your common air to breathe so rare an ether of most noble thoughts that have ever swept your brow on silvery wings across the silence of your dreams, and the highest aspirations of your manhood shall be a realization, a triumphal consummation.

The True Man is always the Within, which is the breath of life, bringing him a knowledge of good and evil; that knowledge that he himself alone must work out his own salvation. Here Truth is found standing on Nature’s pedestal, calling out to mankind to come and unveil Her face; here man finds that there is but one thing worth living for, and that is Love in its highest sense; here the objective world of flesh and mammon falls from us, and the reborn Soul shines forth clad in the brightness of Eternal Good. To him who has gained these heights there is a quiet air of perfect peace, as if there were a singing and sounding of everlasting harps in sweet repose of charming melodies; while in his dwelling it seems as if Angel faces were ever hovering around, smiling in radiant companionship. Here the visions of men’s True Minds have worn thin the veil between that which we see and the great Invisible Truths, the whisper of whose wings at times we hear as they sweep through the grosser air of this world. With Light, Wisdom, and Truth so very near, O Pilgrim, build your Soul’s Image and stand erect through every storm, and not cast yourself before the image of some unknown, objective God; but turn yourself towards the visions of the highest good, and you shall have for your common air to breathe so rare an ether of most noble thoughts that have ever swept your brow on silvery wings across the silence of your dreams, and the highest aspirations of your manhood shall be a realization, a triumphal consummation.

Be One with the YOUniverse

Be One with the YOUniverse

A quiet and peaceful mind filled with love is the most powerful mind there is.

- Bret Trismegistus

A quiet and peaceful mind filled with love is the most powerful mind there is.

- Bret Trismegistus

Go at life with abandon, give it all you’ve got.  And life will give all it has to you.

Go at life with abandon, give it all you’ve got. And life will give all it has to you.

It has been written in many tongues that all that we are is the result of what we have thought; that as we sow, so shall we reap, and as we subjectively imagine and love, so shall we spiritually inherit and be. Mind, being the atmosphere of the Soul, must of a necessity cause in time a production of like effects. Man, therefore, stands in the greatest need of creating higher atmospheres of thought. If we are wrapped continually in the brightness of the greatest good and our better selves, we lay down all our littleness and selfish ways, and, in that wide glory  of our waking dreams, float in that invisible Spirit of surrounding good, from which all Truth, Love, Wisdom, and Beauty come; while now shines out of our daily lives a fire of new light clothed in Eternal Truth. Dear reader, if you will open the portals of your Soul, you would see that all Truth and Hope are From Within, and not in the external things.

It has been written in many tongues that all that we are is the result of what we have thought; that as we sow, so shall we reap, and as we subjectively imagine and love, so shall we spiritually inherit and be. Mind, being the atmosphere of the Soul, must of a necessity cause in time a production of like effects. Man, therefore, stands in the greatest need of creating higher atmospheres of thought. If we are wrapped continually in the brightness of the greatest good and our better selves, we lay down all our littleness and selfish ways, and, in that wide glory of our waking dreams, float in that invisible Spirit of surrounding good, from which all Truth, Love, Wisdom, and Beauty come; while now shines out of our daily lives a fire of new light clothed in Eternal Truth. Dear reader, if you will open the portals of your Soul, you would see that all Truth and Hope are From Within, and not in the external things.

When a man continues to reach out his hands towards the highest impulses of his Soul, he cannot know at first what attractions or companions these higher Loves will bring, nor can he count that airy thread which weaves the web of future circumstance. Love in its higher sense is the only thing worth living for, and in pure, unselfish Love, Truth and Wisdom shines forth clad in the brightness of Eternal Good, and on these heights are all the Possibilities; out in the immensity of the Great Deep there is a Space laid open to the footsteps of the Real. For in your true allegiance to Nature’s higher part, your Soul-Spirit is attuned with things of Truth in worlds of Light, and there can float to the extremest heights of all Nature’s mental atmospheres. All this is yours, Dear Pilgrim, and much more than poor words can impart.

When a man continues to reach out his hands towards the highest impulses of his Soul, he cannot know at first what attractions or companions these higher Loves will bring, nor can he count that airy thread which weaves the web of future circumstance. Love in its higher sense is the only thing worth living for, and in pure, unselfish Love, Truth and Wisdom shines forth clad in the brightness of Eternal Good, and on these heights are all the Possibilities; out in the immensity of the Great Deep there is a Space laid open to the footsteps of the Real. For in your true allegiance to Nature’s higher part, your Soul-Spirit is attuned with things of Truth in worlds of Light, and there can float to the extremest heights of all Nature’s mental atmospheres. All this is yours, Dear Pilgrim, and much more than poor words can impart.

Under the sunshine of Spirit and holier Loves, the Souls of men are watered by Wisdom, whose influence and presence bloom like a flower of peace, whose action flashes out like a star filling the world with fragrance and light. Through Spirit, the living and the dead again unite and meet across the gulf of Time, they still are one, for Love is immortal, and where True Love has reigned supreme, Time has not power against Identity. Through the open portals of Spirit, the silent voices of the past now whisper music of welcomes and loves, lost hours of purer joys shall be heard once more sweetly echoing up the cliffs of immeasurable time. There are times when the Soul feels the living melodious words of Celestial Love, surcharged with Divine Influence to uplift a suffering blind world. Pilgrim on the Threshold, when you feel the Spirit of Sympathy about you, go out amongst men.

Under the sunshine of Spirit and holier Loves, the Souls of men are watered by Wisdom, whose influence and presence bloom like a flower of peace, whose action flashes out like a star filling the world with fragrance and light. Through Spirit, the living and the dead again unite and meet across the gulf of Time, they still are one, for Love is immortal, and where True Love has reigned supreme, Time has not power against Identity. Through the open portals of Spirit, the silent voices of the past now whisper music of welcomes and loves, lost hours of purer joys shall be heard once more sweetly echoing up the cliffs of immeasurable time. There are times when the Soul feels the living melodious words of Celestial Love, surcharged with Divine Influence to uplift a suffering blind world. Pilgrim on the Threshold, when you feel the Spirit of Sympathy about you, go out amongst men.