Forgiveness

“Forgiveness doesn’t make one person better, or the other guy smaller. Forgiving is just letting go. It’s turning back toward being what we really are.” – From “The Gardens of Ailana” handbook for healers & mystics

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The deeper truth

The afterlife is not what you’ve been led to believe.
Neither is life.
Find the deeper Truth and heal.
– “The Gardens of Ailana” handbook for healers & mystics

Book reading for mystics

http://www.citylightsnc.com/event/edward-fahey-returns-new-novel
Edward Fahey Returns with a New Novel

Sapphire author, Edward Fahey will present his third novel on Friday, May 22nd at 6:30 p.m. The Gardens of Ailana explores the metaphysical, the idea that there are places on this planet not confined to the logic of men or limitations of science. In this modern-day fictional tale, four people with very different backgrounds, each scarred by a horrific childhood, meet at a place of healing where one’s most crippling darkness must be faced down. In the rubble of their lives and broken spirits they learn that in their weaknesses lie their most profound strengths. In their festering wounds they find hope. In The Gardens of Ailana we see through the souls of mystics, experience laying-on-of-hands from the healer’s point of view. Feel at home among wonders and magic. Fahey says of The Gardens of Ailana, “This is the book others have been laying the groundwork for and building towards.” Novelist and teacher, Fahey spent his life hunting magic, seeking out the other sides of reality. His previous novels are Mourning After and Entertaining Naked People. To reserve any of his books please call City Lights Bookstore at 828-586-9499.

Event date:
Friday, May 22, 2015 – 6:30pm
Event address:
3 E Jackson St.
Sylva, NC 28779
author appearance
grownups

Reaching the hopeless through our own doubt.

My love/guide told me today that if I hadn’t had all those years of suffering and crippling doubt I couldn’t have written the books that I do, and could’t have reached the people I reach. I write books of hope for the hopeless; stories of deep meaning for the lost and out of touch. I couldn’t have come to them in compassion and empathy if I hadn’t myself felt disconnected, and like God and all meaning had turned from me.

Healing others can’t be forced.

We may call upon angelic presences to help us offer healing to someone in great pain or need. But often then we block their help by getting too willful. When we say we want such and such a result; we want their cancer removed, want their marriage issues resolved, we are coming from ego. We cannot know what the root problem is, or what results might constitute true and deepest healing.

Just wish them the best from a clear space within your soul, then get out of the way.

You do need to focus, to project with clear intent; but you cannot kill out their karma and wrestle what you want for them out of the inevitable.

– Another point: We call upon angels to help us when we are determined to help other humans or animals. But how often do we ask angels if there is any way we can help them?

Watching talismans disintegrate from your altar, are you disappointed? DO you miss them? Maybe you shouldn’t.

For every object or bottle of holy water I got for our talismans bag, my object was always to bless it, fill it with healing and spiritual power, and then pass it along to someone who needed it (when that time came, which I trusted would not be soon).
Well, you remember how I used to know full well whom I was sending healing energies to; there was definite and clear internationality to the process. I sat down, went into my eerie place, zeroed in on someone, and zapped her.- Then I went through a personally troubling time when I couldn’t feel or direct that anymore. I needed to let go of any shadow of ego; just trust that the powers that be would use me as needed.
The healings continued, but I wasn’t allowed to see any spooky spreadsheet of who was being helped; how, when, and where.
Perhaps I am going through more of that now as one-by-one my favorite personal talismans disintegrate from the altar. I’ve lost four of them, one at a time, in recent weeks.
One was returned to me, but only after Lyndie and I stopped what we were doing, to sit side by side until we had sorted through to some of the metaphysical underpinnings of its disappearance.
It came back, minutes later, on the other side of town, and under very strange circumstances.
Perhaps “my” treasured relics and talismans are being sent to those in need; fulfilling my wishes and intentions, but without the ego boost of me having any say or choice in the matter.
That does seem to be the trend of the lessons at the moment. Wanting anything to go a particular way comes from ego.
I really need to let go of that.