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A little dazed and confused standing the Miami summer sun in a parking lot wondering how I may have attracted today’s events into my life. Waiting for the police officers to come with their authority, badges, and answers I imagined them dusting finger prints and searching out clues and answers. Instead I merely received little police department business card with a case ID number, a handshake an a smile. Saying goodbye to my beloved briefcase contents stolen from my locked car was more about letting go of a “bag of dreams” representing the better part of me and the new path I have been undertaking for the past year. I had that sack full of my hope stuffed with CDs, DVDs, ideas, quotes, books, magazines, original art and prose, poems, prayers, talisman, photos and visions . I had tucked in so many notes and so much love in that sack. I could in the middle of the day or a stop along my way look into that bag and find warmth, inspiration and the vision of my tomorrow. I began to pray that flame of goodness that shines in every person would somehow light the way for my bag to find its way back to me. When the officer asked me about the value of the bag and contents I could only say “priceless”. He looked at me momentarily and then he got it. How fast I could find the gift in the loss would also be something priceless. I knew it was imperative that I monitor my response-ability. How would I travel this event—through the ruts in the road straight toward the response of the force of anger, fear and sadness or would I brave a new path and send a loving power. I was able to “get” that is really is my choice. I could condemn myself, society, the blindness of poverty, greed, etc. or I could with grace and ease reflect upon this event as a touchstone for something more and greater from within me.

I realized that my initial response to this event was that it was all about me. I listened and heard in my head that indeed this event was not about me. I wanted to discover what the mysterious significance might be. I depersonalized the event through NLP strategies and imagined the faceless person or people in a picture frame with their dismay and disappointment at finding pens, papers and trinkets only of value to the owner and not the laptop they may have thought would buy them some temporary relief from whatever it was that was ailing them in that moment. I pictured them laughing at themselves and dropping the bag and walking away. No harm could come from some possible sensitive information that could have been tucked away into one of the little pockets.

Then I thought about a technique my Coach Jan had imparted to me from a new book she read by Joe Vitale, Zero Limits . Joe is a Shaman-marketing genius. In his book Joe relates an wonderful testimony from Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len. This information and experiences are extracted from the ancient Huna teachings (also called Ho’omana). The Ho`oponopono is Hawaiian for conflict resolution.

You can read about his message at
http://people.tribe.net/mara_m/blog/64a67869-7273-4d20-84f9-de1b6bf571a

or at www.newsforthesoul.com

I started to think about the message of taking responsibility and sending light and love. I started to send the messages: I’m sorry, Please forgive me, Thank you, I love you and thank you for showing me the way.

To elaborate on my thoughts… I am sorry that at this point in your life the only action you could imagine was to take from another person, please forgive me if you are a person that I could have helped somewhere along my path of life, thank you for illuminating the hidden gift of the message of my attachment to all things, for they are only things, I love you for you are a child of God even in your desperation and sins and thank you for showing me the way to be a better person. I thought it would be hard to do but it came easily. I felt sleepy as I headed to my next appointment of the day. I felt like some stranger had just gone through my laundry and personal effects. I felt undone and exposed. I felt frightened about possible repercussions of the theft. As I struggled to be on both sides of the fence, I observed my thinking. I found the observation of the thoughts enabled a separation from the thoughts. Analyzing my thoughts and sending the good energy allowed me to engage in my day without folding up like a flower at the end of the day.

As I walked through the halls at a facility I serve where many elders with psychiatric disorders have been basically “warehoused” by society I engaged in the loving thoughts…I made the conscious choice to do this. Getting myself out of the way was the first goal. On my way out an elder with a bilateral above the knee amputation and a mysterious smile said, “Have a get better day”. He had never spoken to me before and I never crossed his guarded boundaries that he needed to keep. Something in me had opened for a moment and something from within his spirit resonated and brought the words to his lips. It may have only been five simple words but it somehow cleared the arrogance of the event from within me. I am humbled by this day’s events. I continue to challenge myself to excel and find the gratitude in each moment. I did not know this morning as I left my home for the day that I would receive this offering. I did not know this could be a spirit cleansing event. Could this be a proving ground and preparation for events that I will get to unravel and discover more pieces of myself? Will I have the response-ability? Many events in this life and I am taking the opportunity to build my neural connections to a place of peace and love, no matter the event. With practice the neural bundles will grow and line up to fire in this direction and attract a new peace; a peace that can never let me go. This lif is a trip and this peace is the place I am going.

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