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The 52: Seeing the World Anew



However your mind is, however your heart is,

however your attitude is, that’s how you see your world.

Swami Muktananda

Instead of taking for granted all that is around us, we have spent time this week examining what we see in our own world.  We have noticed if we respond positively or negatively to what we take in through our eyes.  I have suggested that you might take action in bringing into your field of vision visual items and scenes that are comforting and appealing to you.  In doing so, you might have been aware of a shift in your attitude.

Here is an example I can mention right now.  I am looking out of my office window.  I can see a snow-covered lawn and evergreen trees.  I find this vision generally soothing but there is a lot of snow now.  Will the deer and squirrels make it through all of this snow? I could give attention to this. But I have also placed corn and apples and thistle seed outside.  Now I see that the squirrels are coming with their flickering tails.  And there are a few deer tracks in the snow.  All kinds of birds have alighted to partake of the seeds and corn.  This scene gives me great pleasure and happiness and I feel united with nature.  I “put” those animal treats out myself so I could be made happy at watching this little backyard menagerie.  On the other hand, I also understand that this scene is my own “play” that I have created.

Earlier this week, we did some experiments in seeing our world and testing certain realities. Did you notice that positive and negative responses were evoked by some of what you observed? What happened when you surveyed all objects and tried being neutral about all of them?  When you closed your eyes, did they seem to be still there? Try this:

  • Return to our affirmation about loving yourself.  Calm your body and breath, be silent for a while.  Envision love flowing through you and around you.  Now let that love extend to everything you see with your eyes.  Can you do this?  Does it take some practice?
  • We say that everything, everything, is part of Divine Consciousness, part of God and Love.  Can you imagine that?
  • In yoga, we talk about energy centers on the body, called chakras and nadis.  One of these is located in the area between the eyebrows.  It is where you might see a mark on the face of many Indian people.  We call it “the third eye.”  It is how we see the world through divine wisdom, not through the physical eyes. What if you saw the world that way, saturated with love.

Spend the rest of this lesson noticing how you see the world and how it influences you.  Maybe you will see love as an extension of your own loving self.  What if there is no separation between the loving you and all the love in the world?  Could you BE the actual source of that love?  Just wondering…

I’ll be “seeing” you in the next lesson.

With love and namaste, Deanne

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Healing Words in Times of Grief: Newtown


In confronting the terrible tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut, I reached back into other times when I have faced grief and loss. Now our entire nation has felt the reverberations emanating from that seemingly perfect New England town. So I have tried to choose words of comfort.  Some will resonate than others, but it is my hope that something here will sootheand lessen the heavy weight of loss.

We will all lose loved ones.  No one escapes this truth.  Loss and grief have a commonality; we miss those who are no longer with us.  We feel this whether they are are taken too young , in senseless violence and before they have blossomed or if they have experienced a long life, as in the case of my mother who departed at age 98.  We still miss them and wish for yet another day or, in the case of all those so young and innocent, a lifetime of becoming who they would have been. 

This poem, among many other writings, touched my heart and I offer it to you.  It was printed on a funeral card for my mother. The author is Mary Elizabeth Frye:

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there.  I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint in snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there.  I did not die.

I had never heard these words before, but they served as a source of great comfort to me.  They spoke of the Truth I already embraced; that none of us die and that life is eternal. I believe this at the core of my being, yet I still felt tremendous loss.  As my mother moved ever closing to departing the world, she made it abundantly clear that she knew where she was going. After she stopped breathing and miracles unfolded,  it was not long before shesent scores of signs and messages indicating her presence and her love for us.  While I did not expect this, they were there. We who witnessed them were enthralled. 

To all who have lost loved ones, watch, stay tuned, and be aware. Instead of doubting something you see or hear or experience, try to be open to messages you may receive from deceased loved ones.  They may or may not come; this is not a measure of how much love there is between you.  For me and my family, we were always amazed and never expected any of the many communications that took place.  They bolstered and cheered us.  The book, Hello From Heaven, by Bill and Judy Guggenheim, is full of accounts of many after death communications.  I recommend it as a source of information and for the wonders within.  But whatever brings comfort, let it be there in abundance.  There is love flowing to you always, both from heaven and earth.

Peace be with you.

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In a Small Bucolic Town in Connecticut — The Unthinkable


It was in “our own backyard,” not far from our home. In a neighboring community, thought to be safe and civilized, where you might leave your front door unlocked and your children could play in a safe haven, into this setting, a dark and sad presence came forth.  The merry spirit of the holidays, the homes ablaze with bright lights and wreaths welcoming friends to visit, with children anticipating the visit of Santa Claus, and the happiness of parents watching their young ones in the school holiday program, a perfect Norman Rockwell painting  — all of this was shattered by an unfathomable act of violence. The aftermath revealed that many of our fellow human beings were shot dead, twenty of them young and innocent children.  Some of them were as young as six years old.  It happened in the presumed safety of their own school room.  The shock and grief are palpable in our community and in our nation.

Words are useless, yet it is mainly through words that we communicate.  We humans try to make sense and find answers.  There will be much valid conversation about gun laws and about security in schools and about the challenges of better understanding the mentally ill.  In natural disasters, we show our concern and caring by taking action.  In the recent hurricane that struck our area, we could band together, give aid, money, food, clothing, something, to replace lost homes and possessions.  Now what do we give to soothe those whose children and parents, brothers and sisters, grandchildren will never come home again?

What can we do in the face of circumstances that defy logic?  How can we help those dealing with loss so extreme that the nation collectively has cried out in pain?  What can we do? I found comfort in wise and poignant words of author Anne Lamott, from her new book, Help Thanks Wow:

In prayer, I see the suffering bathed in light. In God, there is no darkness. I see God’s light permeate them, soak into them, guide their feet.  I want to tell God what to do: “Look, Pal, this is a catastrophe.  You have got to shape up.” But it wouldn’t work.  So I pray for people who are hurting, that they be lifted with air and light.  Air and light, they somehow get into those dark, musty places, like spiritual antibiotics.

We can only open our hearts and offer love and prayers, compassion and a sense of peace.  We can spread kindness wherever we go and be gentle with those in our lives.  We can hold all who grieve in our thoughts, imagining them encircled with a Grace that transcends the smallness of the world.  We cannot change the vagaries of the world, much as we would like to.  There will always be chaos.  But we can and must allow ourselves to move inward, to make our own peace, and to let this Light shine around us. To lighten the burdens of all whom we touch and, in so doing, to lighten our own.  To BE the light.

We cannot make sense of these tragedies.  Death is never far away and is a fact of life.  Yet we are learning with more and more depth that death is a transition, a crossing over, and that life is eternal.  The world is transitory; life is not. All who die, continue to be.  That is the Resurrection and is embraced by the most ancient of spiritual writings. I believe this Truth with every fibre of my own being.

Death is not extinguishing the light,

it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

Rabindranath Tagore

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