If only . . . if only . . . 1

30th Jul 2008



Hello lovely people

Why is it that getting away from our unhappiness is far more important than being happy with what we have?  Why do we spend so much effort on wishing for what we do not have?

It is because we do not understand Universal Law of balance and gratitude. 

Let me give you some examples that you would probably associate with.

“If I could win the lottery, I will never be unhappy about money again.  I would have enough money for the rest of my life and I would make all my dreams come true.”

Er . . . no.  You would still not understand the concept of abundance.  You would still not believe that money is your friend.  You would still not have the discipline that is required to manage your money.  You would still believe that you do not deserve abundance.  And you would not understand how and why millions flow through your fingers and you end up with nothing.  You say yes, but you are different from hundreds of lottery winners that have had this experience?  Wake up.

“If I could change my job and do something I love, I would be much happier.  I would use my skills and talents and show the world what I am capable of.”

Then explain to me why you have not taken this step years ago.  Why are you still in a job that you dislike, that smothers your soul?  Why do you get up in the morning and go to work and come home every evening having done the same job that you have disliked for years?  Why do you occasionally dream about your ideal job, the well-paying one that satisfies your needs, and that makes your heart sing?  If you still have this wish, I have news for you.  It ain’t gonna happen as long as it remains a wish.

“If only I could move to another place now that my relationship has broken up, I would be much happier.  I would no longer see the familiar places and faces and feel the familiar pain.  Everything would be all right” 

Yes, except that you would see the characteristics of your ex-partner in your new acquaintances and feel the pain all over again.  The lonely moments will not be less in a new place.  There will probably be more lonely moments, because you will have left your friends behind as well.  A change is only as good as a holiday when the change happens for the right reasons.

“If only so and so would make an effort to contact me first, then my hurt about our lost friendship or family bond will go away.  I do not understand why they have ignored me for years, even though I think of them every day.”

Yes, and when they contact you, they will probably get a barrage of pent-up resentment and hurt from you, and that will drive them away again. And you will feel even more the victim.

So, if avoiding these issues and feelings is not an option, is the alternative to wallow in them?  If you want to define yourself as such a tragic prima donna, yes.

Alternatively you can choose to work through these feelings and issues, get a different perspective on them, and feel gratitude for every one of the experiences and the people involved.  When you reach the point where you can truly feel gratitude for them, somehow they will lose their bite. And when you look up again, you will see that the change you have wanted for years is miraculously happening.

You might still not understand that the change is because of your work on understanding your experiences and seeing the balance in your life.  You might still struggle with believing that your anger, fear, resentment and misconceptions have been holding you back, but at least you will know that you feel much calmer and at peace about your experiences.

As long as you hold on to these experiences and issues, any change you make in your life will be fruitless, because you will make the change with so much emotional baggage holding you down that you will probably become ill, simply because your body will not be able to bear the additional strain of carrying the old baggage as well as coping with the changes.

Could this be why so many people emigrate to a different country and then return later, feeling even more disillusioned than when they left?  Could this be why people move from one destructive relationship to the next?  Could this be the reason for people never having enough money, even when their income increases?  To be continued

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This is just not happening to me 2

26th Jul 2008



Hello lovely people

I worked on some quality assurance documents while in hospital, bravely assuring everyone that my leg was broken, not my mind.  I went home and continued to work, having taken only two days sick leave – I was fine, thank you very much. 

At the time I did not realise that our minds and bodies internalise traumatic events and let them come to the surface when we are ready to deal with them.  A few weeks later the black dog of depression hit me.  And it scared me.  I could not get out of bed – I was reasonably mobile even with the leg in plaster, but my mind closed up and I did not have the energy or the will to get up.  I am normally happy and cheerful and busy, but at the time it was as if I had left my body and this person with no emotions and a tinny, lifeless voice had taken over.  My voice scared me, and I went even deeper into myself.

My colleagues sent me flowers and called me to assure me they appreciated what I was doing.  My friends visited me and ensured there was someone with me all the time.  My family were not physically with me because of their own circumstances, and I could hear that they had no idea how to deal with a helpless big sister.  My son did not know what to do, and just kept cooking meals that I did not eat, and answering the phone and taking messages that I shrank away from. The concern in people’s voices and on their faces scared me even more.  There was something seriously wrong, and Ms Fix-it could not fix herself.

It took a while for me to get through this.  The two things that made a massive difference were the love of those people that cared about me and the realisation that it was OK to be dependent on others.

When you are the mother and breadwinner and manager, it is not easy to suddenly ask someone else to fetch your underwear or wash your hair or scratch your itching toes that you cannot reach.  There were also other mundane things like buying groceries and paying bills that suddenly turned into the Mission of The Day.  It gave me an entirely different perspective on life and gave me a glimpse into the life of disabled people.

It also humbled me and brought me closer to many people that I normally would not have noticed because I was too busy achieving things that are in fact meaningless, rather than being a person. 

There was no logical explanation for that fall.  There were no obstacles on the sidewalk.  It was a bright sunny day and the sidewalk was dry.  My shoes were comfortable and safe.  It was early in the morning and I was wide awake.  The fall saved my life, because if I had walked into that building, I would probably have walked into a bullet.  It also resulted in a very important part of my spiritual journey. 

Accidents do not just happen.  Like everything else, then are planned parts of our journey here.  They are in fact incidents.  We can choose to get stuck in the shock and trauma, or we can detach ourselves from the situation and understand why we chose to have the incident. 

My leg is fine now, except that in rainy weather I am reminded by my ankle that at times it is part of other people’s path to be needed, and if I am too independent, I deny other people the opportunity to fulfil their spiritual journey.  And I thank my angels for their assistance on that day – they made me aware that everything happens for a reason and is part of a bigger Plan.

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This is just not happening to me 1

22nd Jul 2008



Hello lovely people

If you have ever experienced a sudden shock, you would probably have noticed how time suddenly slowed down and how you can still remember every moment of what happened, as if in slow motion.  You would also have noticed how you and any other people involved acted irrationally or out of character.

I once hurried to enter a building where people were kept hostage.  I slipped and fell on the sidewalk, and my leg was broken in four places – just like that.  I can remember trying to get up and then looking in wonder at the bone that was sticking through the flesh, and wondering how my foot managed to get into a wrong 90 degree angle.

A colleague came running to me and said with relief in his voice “Oh! You have only broken your leg!”  I thought “Thanks mate! I will deal with you later.”  What he meant was that he was quite aware of the hostage situation inside the building and that the person was armed.  When he heard the crack of my leg breaking and saw me fall, he thought I had been shot, and he was genuinely relieved that I only had a broken leg – and so was I, but only much later.  That fall had saved my life.

Even then there was no pain – the pain only started about two hours later when the ambulance people put me on a stretcher.  Looking back, I must have had excruciating pain, but my mind was busy phoning a relative to arrange for toiletries, taking care of the little jewellery I wore at the time, and arranging for a spare container that I could use in hospital for my contact lenses.  Not quite normal behaviour when you have a broken leg that requires a steel pin and four months on crutches, but at the time it was perfectly normal for me to organise things as quickly as possible, and only then to attend to the pain.

The other irrational thing that happened was when the ambulance arrived.  The ambulance attendant literally walked around me and then asked my colleague “When did this happen – today?”.  My colleague’s glib response was “Actually, no, it happened yesterday, but she is in our way now, and that is why we called you.”

Of course I refused to be touched by those ambulance people.  I insisted on waiting for an ambulance from a private hospital, even when I was told that it would be expensive and take time to arrange this.  My reasoning was that I was not losing any blood, I was – astonishingly – not in pain, and I wanted to be treated with such professional skill that I could eventually walk and use my leg normally again.  Looking back, this kind of rational thinking did not quite go with the severity of the injury.  To be continued.

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Does God love gay and woman bishops?

19th Jul 2008



Hello lovely people

The main questions that the Church of England seems to be grappling with – or at least those questions that currently get the headlines – are around whether women and gay men are good enough in the eyes of God to become bishops.

If those are the most significant issues on the spiritual agenda for the church, I guess we should pray for them. 

With both issues the underlying assumption is that allowing women and gay men to be office bearers in the church would in some way offend God.  But at the same time the church tells us that God created everything.  I do not quite understand how God can be offended by Her own creation.

Oops, I assumed that God is a woman.  Is that wrong?  What if God is a woman?  What if God is a man at the same time?  Oh dear, now I am implying that God is a hermaphrodite.  Now I have really done it ;-)

Does God’s gender really matter?  Does gender really matter?  Consider that we are spirit and that we choose to inhabit our bodies at the moment.  Does our spirit have gender? 

Try this:  rub your hands together quickly until they feel warm.  Now take your hands about shoulder width apart, palms facing.  Close your eyes.  Bring your hands closer to each other very slowly until you start to feel resistance.

That is spirit.  That is who we really are.  We just inhabit these bodies because when we are born into this world we lose our consciousness of who we really are.  We make it easier for ourselves to experience one another by inhabiting a suit with two arms and two legs, a head, fingers, toes, and some really intricate organs that as a whole form a body that does astonishing things without us even being aware of it.

It appears that the Church of England says the container is far more important than what is in the container.  Is it OK to have rotting food in a collection of fancy bottles that look alike no matter what the contents are, or is it more important to have fresh food with or without a container, or in different containers, some prettier than others?

Why is it that men who preach tolerance and forgiveness show the opposite by publicly displaying intolerance towards those that physically look different than they do, and by showing a complete lack of forgiveness towards those that act in ways that are different than theirs?

And I need to say here that my understanding of forgiveness is not turning the other cheek, because that is often a sanctimonious way to say “yes, I will forgive because I am superior to you, but I will never forget, because I am superior to you”. 

Forgiveness is about acknowledging the lessons that we learn from those around us, and feeling gratitude for that. 

When the church forgives the gay members of their community, they will in fact be thanking the gay members for teaching them that spirit is not the body. 

Spirit lives in the body, and spirit does not have limitations such as sexuality or gender expression.  That is what gay people and woman preachers teach all of us.  If we can understand that, we can forgive the gay people and woman preachers (i.e. thank them for our understanding), forgive ourselves (i.e. understand who and what we really are), and forgive those that judge the containers rather than the contents (e.g. understand that God created all of us, and that those who judge others are facets of the same massive diamond that we are part of, and therefore as necessary in this world as we are).

We can also be sanctimonious and pray for the church elders, or we can go inside ourselves and establish where we are in terms of forgiving any issue that distracts us from our spirituality.  Charity begins at home, i.e. with our own spirits in our own bodies.

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Muslims may own dogs

16th Jul 2008



Hello lovely people

There is a significant news item in the UK at the moment that made me wonder (again) about religion, faith and tolerance.

The item is about a postcard advert for a non-emergency phone number for the police. The postcard features a black puppy playing on a police hat. The distributors of the postcard had strong resistance from Muslim shopkeepers who refused to put the poster in their shop windows. Their argument is that the prophet Mohammed declared dogs (and especially black dogs like the one in the advert) to be impure animals that need to be killed. They feel that placing the postcard in their shop windows would be against the Quran (the holy book used by the Islam faith).

The response of the police force was to apologise for causing offence to Muslims. I found that strange, because surely the whole purpose of recognising diversity cuts both ways? If Muslims want to have recognition for their unique beliefs and practices, surely they should also recognise the unique beliefs and practices of those around them? Is that not the point of recognising diversity? I would not think that the solution is to apologise and withdraw the postcard. Would it not have been more appropriate to keep the postcard for those target audiences that can associate with it, and also have a separate postcard that Muslims can associate with?

I am not an expert on Islam, and decided to read up on this issue with dogs. From a website that discusses the issues the prophet Mohammed had with dogs, it appears that there are no statements in the Quran about dogs. The statements that Mohammed apparently made about dogs are quoted in Hadith (oral traditions relating to the words and deeds of the Islamic prophet).

It appears that Mohammed had a bad experience with a black dog, and as a result he expressed his dislike of dogs and especially black ones. This was then accepted as gospel along with the Quran because it was attributed to Mohammed.

If this is the case and Mohammed had a bad experience with sparrows, then sparrows would probably have been unclean animals in Islam.

It made me think of a story about a woman that always cut fish in half when she cooked for her family. One day she scolded her daughter for putting a whole fish in the saucepan, and her daughter challenged her. The woman said that her grandmother had always cut the fish in half, and that was the right thing to do. The daughter then questioned her grandmother about this habit, and the grandmother said “I really cannot remember. Maybe the saucepan was too small?”

People do not think about what they are told to believe, especially when it comes to religion. They just accept it all at face value.

An Islamic scholar in Canada gave guidelines on Muslims owning dogs. This is allowed, but clearly only where dogs are regarded as working animals, including working for the police. Even if the fact that the man is an Islamic scholar is taken out of the response, his advice makes complete sense in terms of pets and hygiene. This does not mean I dislike dogs. I actually like both dogs and cats – please don’t send the RSPCA knocking at my door!

If the diversity people and the police had done their homework, they would have been able to educate first themselves and then also the Muslim shopkeepers about the real issue with dogs in Islam and about what the Quran really says (or in this case does not say) about dogs. They would then have been able to provide acceptable alternative postcards and also educate people about the health consequences of having dogs as pets. Instead they offered apologies for the wrong reasons and actually failed to acknowledge diversity.

I wondered: what else is being misinterpreted under the guise of Islam and the Quran, simply because people choose to believe every word that someone else says without questioning it?

And this believing without questioning is not unique to any particular faith. I have had people confront me because I believe in reincarnation. They tell me I have to make my peace with Jesus who died for my sins (i.e. gave me a license to be reckless because he will take the consequences on my behalf and get me off the hook?) over two thousand years ago.

My question is: if reincarnation does not exist because it is not described in the Bible, where has Jesus been hiding for the past two thousand years? Where will he return from to come and “save” me from my own actions?

God gave us minds to explore and gather information so that we can make our own decisions. Let’s honour God and use our minds.

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Xenophobia, or hate your neighbour like yourself 2

12th Jul 2008



Hello lovely people

 Even in one of the most civilised countries in the world, Switzerland, a Macedonian woman was recently refused citizenship for the third time.  She has lived with her husband and worked in the country for thirty years, raised her children there, and speaks the language fluently without a trace of an accent.  After appeals, the local government had instructed the local council of citizens to award her citizenship, but they flaunted this and turned the third application down, on the basis of “insufficient integration”.   Apparently she likes wearing bright colourful clothes and jewellery, and that is not the local custom.  Do her neighbours love her?

I am sure you will find examples of this in every country and community in this world. 

So who is our neighbour, and why should we love them?

I define my neighbour as everyone that crosses my path, simply because I am aware of them. It is a challenge to define everyone on this planet as our neighbour because we have limitations to our consciousness.  It is also practical for me to love the neighbour that crosses my path.

Some people come into our lives for short periods, for example shop assistants or fellow commuters that greet you because your face is familiar.    They are there for a reason.

Other people share specific experiences with us over a period of time, for example colleagues at work, those people that you employ to clean your house or tidy your garden, or friends in a town where you only live a few years, or team mates in a sport that you play.  They are there for a season.

Another group of people share most of your life, for example family, life-long friends, and your marriage partner.  Where a marriage breaks up and there are children involved, the ex-marriage partner also shares the rest of your life with you, but in a different way.   They are there for a life-time.

All of these people are my neighbour, whether they are there for a reason, a season or a lifetime.  I express my love for them every time I interact with them.  That includes when I think about them as well, because thoughts are actions that I have already experienced but not seen yet.

When we judge “them” for what “they” do, we join them in their actions by means of our thoughts.  We do onto our neighbours what we will not want done unto ourselves, but by even thinking those thoughts, we treat ourselves in exactly the way we do not want to be treated.

Can we change or stop xenophobic attacks? Yes.  By confronting the attackers and having an eye for an eye?  No.  What we can do is feel unconditional love for the attackers as well as for their victims.  We can do that by understanding that we need to accept and love our own dark sides.  Then we will understand that xenophobic fears and attacks are not about “them”, but about each one of us.  That will change the world.

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9th Jul 2008



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Xenophobia, or hate your neighbour like yourself 1

9th Jul 2008



Hello lovely people

I have recently returned from a trip to South Africa, where I was born and spent my first forty three years in this life.

A week before I went there, serious xenophobic attacks broke out and sadly, many people met a violent end.

I was asked by friends in the UK whether I thought it was wise to go there, and my answer was yes, of course, because South Africa is a country with forty four million caring, loving, hospitable people, and one million people that represent our dark side.

The day after I arrived the Sunday newspapers were full of news about the consequences of the attacks. The focus was on people that had gone out of their way to help the victims of the attacks. Some people risked their lives and the safety of their properties to accommodate families that they did not know. Those people saw fellow brothers and sisters in need and did not even think twice about reaching out. Their main focus was to remove children from violent situations and provide shelter in areas that were already bitterly cold at night.

I read about one family that immigrated to South Africa twenty years ago. They carry South African passports and the children do not know another country or culture. They had lost everything – their livelihood, their memories, but luckily not their lives.

During the week in South Africa, I met many family and friends, and of course this topic was being discussed all the time. What struck me was that the discussion was about “them”. “This has nothing to do with our world, except that it made us wary when driving to work.” All the victims of the xenophobic attacks were black, and this touched a white world only in the sense that it was newsworthy, confirming what “we” “know” and think, and at times being inconvenient.

I often have to explain why it is important for me to love all people that I encounter.

“Yes, the Bible says that you must love your neighbour like yourself, but surely we choose our neighbours? Surely we choose the neighbourhood that we live in, based on our socio-economic status? And people that have a lower socio-economic status are in that sense not our neighbours? I mean, they smell and steal and kill, for goodness sake – don’t be so naïve. And when we go to church, we associate with people that believe and think like us. Of course we love them, but it is important that we associate with like-minded people. They are our neighbours, nobody else. We will love our neighbours on our terms, and we will continue to select them. I mean, just look at these xenophobic attacks. These people cannot possibly be our neighbours?”

Is this different elsewhere in the world? Sadly, no. In England the hoodies (young boys and men who wear jackets with hoods that cover their heads and disguise their faces) are “not our neighbours”. The chavs (council house, aggressive and violent – as if any of us had a perfect life up to now!) are also “not our neighbours.” To be continued.

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When staying in a hotel, wear pyjamas

4th Jul 2008



Hello lovely people

I am at The Outdoor Lifestyle Show until 6 July – nothing sweaty for me, I have my stall at the Wellness Centre.

Because this is a life-changing weekend for me, I decided to spoil you with a full-length story despite what research says.

Please let me know whether you prefer the posting in short instalments or in one go.

What is the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you? Try and beat this one.

I recently had to attend an evening meeting in Kent, south of London. I was due in London early the next morning. Rather than risk missing the last train home, I decided to stay over in a hotel.

London budget hotels are generally an embarrassment to the city, but I managed to get a decent room at a very good price in a place called Orpington, close to where my meeting was.

I went to bed at 11pm and did not fall asleep immediately, because there was a hall light right outside my hotel door that shone right in my face. I covered my head and eventually fell asleep.

However, I woke up several times because of the light. I know that the light was required for the inhabitants of the room above mine, because they had to use the stairs from the hallway that we shared.

At some point I woke up again and decided that since it is pitch dark outside, nobody would need the light to use the stairs. I got up and opened the bedroom door, and there was the light switch, two steps away. Bliss!

As I reached the light switch, the electronic lock of the bedroom door softly closed behind me. And there I was standing in the hallway, dressed in a pair of knickers. My phone, my watch and my clothes were all behind that locked door.

Of course I was wide awake immediately. I could see the humour in the situation, but I also felt quite exposed (excuse the pun).

I decided to go upstairs (not that I had many options) and see whether there were people in the room above mine. The bathroom of the upstairs room was separate, and I managed to find a face towel that covered the essentials – for once I was happy about being flat-chested.

I knocked on the door and eventually a very scared female voice answered. I explained that I had this mishap, and asked them for a towel to put around me. After long deliberations in the room with another female, the lady told me that they would throw a towel down for me if I went down the stairs.

I ran down the spiral stairs, and waited for the towel – and waited. Eventually I went up again, and as politely as I could I asked them again for a towel. She told me that they had thrown a towel down – not down the spiral stairs to the hallway, but through the window to the outside. I again asked them to just pass me a towel, and they said they would throw another one out. Again there was no towel in the hallway.

I asked the two ladies to please call the police, because I had no phone and the ladies did not manage to wake the hotel management on the emergency number. They were obviously very scared and told me to go away.

Since it was still pitch dark outside, I decided to venture into the corridor. I found one towel on the first floor and the other one on the ground floor. I only realised the next morning that there was CCTV covering the hotel grounds and buildings.

Now I was covered in two towels and feeling a bit braver.

I saw a light burning in another room and decided to try my luck. I had no idea what time it was, and no way to find out except by asking other people.

I found the room and there were two gentlemen in. I asked them to call the police because the hotel management was unreachable. The gentleman offered to try and get the door open, but realised quickly that an electronic lock cannot be opened by normal means.

The lovely man then offered me his single room, explaining that his friend had a double room next door that they would share for the remainder of the night. Since he was so sincere and offered me the key card to the room, I gratefully accepted.

A few minutes later the man knocked on the door to get his watch. Then he left. Another few minutes later he was back again, this time with a duvet under his arm, because his friend did not want to share the room. I told him that under no circumstances would I inconvenience him any further, and I would let him have his room back.

The man decided to negotiate with his friend again and left the room. Then another man joined the two with a loud Tarzan cry. This was just after the nearby church bell chimed four times. The three men had a very loud discussion about beds and sleeping, and I decided that the stairs outside the two scared ladies’ room look more attractive.

I sneaked back and made myself comfortable on the stairs. Some time later someone came into the hallway and knocked loudly on my bedroom door. It was obviously my new friend who discovered that I had left his room.

I quietly ran into the bathroom and locked myself inside until he had left.

Then I sat on the stairs again and decided to meditate. What else can a girl do at 4.30 in the morning when you are dressed in two towels and a pair of knickers?

When it was broad daylight, I decided to try my luck at reception. This meant leaving the building and running barefoot around the side of the building to the reception area, being fully aware of early morning traffic on the busy road that was about ten steps away on the other side of a wire fence. What did those drivers think?

Of course, having no watch meant I had to guess what the time was. Daybreak was at about 4:15, and it was impossible to guess what the time was from then on.

I was successful with my second venture to reception, where an astonished cook opened the door for me and gave me a second key card to get back into my room. This was around 6:15.

I found it interesting that I did not at any time feel threatened. I could understand the fear of the two ladies, but at the same time I could not understand it. I had realised long ago that fear is something you build up in your own mind, and therefore you are the only one that can break it down again. I left them clean towels and a business card the next morning, and I hope that they will eventually read this blog and start breaking down their fears.

I also realised that when you are dressed only in towels, you have a kind of bargaining power that does not really serve an emergency. With two of the three gentlemen there was clearly alcohol involved, but even with that I did not feel threatened. All the time I was fully aware of my angels – they had a good laugh with me but I also knew that they would protect me at all times, and that was so comforting.

And next time I stay in a hotel, I will wear pyjamas – even if that means having a little extra luggage!

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