See Change as an Opportunity, a Guest Post from Mike Hopkins

By Mike Hopkins

By Mike Hopkins

By Mike Hopkins

See change as an opportunity, rather than as a hardship to bear.

You have all brought upon yourselves these natural and unnatural disasters. It is now time to take responsibility and act in a mature and self-reliant manner.

There are those who believe that science or technology will light the way of tomorrow. These are tools to be used to gather and store information, so you can see where there is a great need in your world for the development of Man.

For in our haste to develop new technologies, new industries, new devices with which to develop and manufacture material goods, Man has forgotten to cultivate his own inner world, his own inner strength and wisdom.

Now, there are many weak and delusional souls who propose to know the way, but they do nothing more than project their own ills out onto the world. For Man must begin to develop his emotional balance and think in new ways: No longer a predator, a hunter-gatherer of information that is used to produce income to further his own material development at the expense of all other creatures on our planet.

For the time has come for Man to begin to use his mind and imagination to solve his emotional and psychological problems, which have resulted in an outer landscape as scarred and distorted as the inner landscape of Man.

Few will hear the call. Few are called and even fewer will accept a new way.

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To Find Our Way Home, a Guest Post from 11:11 Progress Group

Michigan, US of A, April 22, 2012.
Teacher Ophelius.
Subject: “The Vital Ingredients.”

Received by Chris.

Teacher Ophelius: The message for today is about the importance of developing a spiritual map for the afterlife, and the main ingredients needed to assure your transition for the continuance of identity and spiritual continuity. There are far too many on Urantia [Earth] that are passing through without a map — believing in nothing and finding bewilderment, fear, and darkness when the transitions come. This is not what Christ Michael wants for you. He wants you to know the way, know the truth, and have life everlasting, and so we are here, your teachers, to enlighten you, that you may know, and those in your circles may know through you, the way home.

1. The first ingredient is to recognize the Source, the Creator Father, The Almighty Upholder, the Creator of all life in the grand universe and beyond, and understand the sovereignty of God as universal, all wise, everywhere present, all powerful, and eternal.

2. The second ingredient is to understand the paradox of God:

a. God is furthest from you: Man being created in an imperfect state, most unlike God, but created to learn, grow, and gain experiential wisdom, to become godlike through the ascension process — to learn how to love.

b. God is closest to you: Through the agency of the Indwelling Spirit, a fragment of divinity that lives and works in your mind, teaching, leading, coordinating, and piloting you through life, giving as much love and assistance as your free will may allow to ‘spiritize’ your mind and your thinking for the development of your soul — the embodiment and essence of who you really are — the survivable vessel for your continuing life on the mansion worlds (the hereafter).

3. The third ingredient is to have faith and believe you are a child of this Creator Father. Having accepted this gift as sons and daughters, available to all, without condition, you are granted the right of eternal life if you so choose to take the grand adventure to become godlike and move ever inward, from life station to life station, learning, growing, and serving in the creation and becoming co-creators with God.

4. The fourth ingredient is to know where home is. Be confident and have the faith that all has been prepared for you — that your homecoming is anticipated and the way made clear for you to enter into your inheritance. Believe that when you breathe your last breath in this life, that your Indwelling Spirit (the keeper of your mind transcripts and experiences), and your Guardian Angel ( the keeper of your soul trust) will come together on the third day and awaken you in your new home on the mansion worlds — the training worlds of human ascension and progression.

These basic ingredients are needed to assure a smooth transition and a joyous reunion on the mansion worlds. Be therefore confident in your survival and enjoy your life on the worlds of time and space knowing this is only the beginning of an unending astonishing career of life and service in the creation.

Peace to you,
The Circle of Seven.

© The 11:11 Progress Group.
“The giving of self, the illumination of truth, and the relief of suffering are the noblest paths to higher consciousness.” — Teacher Ophelius, 2009.

Overcome by Crazy Woman, a Guest Post by Kim P of Afternoon Storm

Note: When I read this post by Kim P at her blog, Afternoon Storm, I thought of my two most-explosive blow ups (one of which my children refer to as ‘The Syrup Incident.’ Yes, it was messy.) When I got to the sentences (I’ve italicized below), I had an aha! moment. Thank you, Kim, for sharing this much needed wisdom and your wonderful painting of the Crazy Woman.

By Kim P.

People who know my family history often tell me and my sisters that it is quite incredible that the three of us have grown up to be such loving mothers. Our mother was happiest when she was travelling and decorating our house. She was depressed, crazy angry, or stoned on Valium much of our lives. She was in and out of the hospital with operations; a few of which brought her close to death. She saved herself by leaving us; for weeks at a time at first; but permanently in the end. She moved far away and had little contact with us when my younger sister was still a teen and my older sister and I were in our early twenties.I look back at my Mom now with a great deal of empathy. She was an Artist stuck in the role of mother in the suburbs in a generation that accorded women little respect and few options. She was also a victim of the medical system of the day. Diagnosed with ulcers, she was given Valium to “calm her nerves” and was subjected to several severe operations. Today, of course, they know that ulcers are caused by a bacteria so my mother would have been spared “the knife” and the numbing effects of a drug that left her stoned on the couch in the middle of the day.

But I am my Mother’s Daughter. While I am a loving mother, there is a Crazy Woman in me who emerges from time to time. When I am feeling like I cannot get control over my life, she emerges with a fury that is frightening to behold. She rages at everything and everyone around her. She rages against the limitations of motherhood; the ineptitude of men; the drudgery of housework; and the monotony of work. The Crazy Woman wants to break the bonds that bind me; she wants to destroy the limits that circumscribe my life.

The Crazy Woman is the dark side of the Artist; that side of me that longs for time to write; that needs freedom to express her Self; that needs access to beauty for inspiration; that needs space for meditation. But she serves a purpose. When she emerges, I know that I have gone too far; to accommodate the needs of others; to fulfill my responsibilities; to meet the expectations of others. When Crazy Woman rages, I know that I have abandoned my Self; that I am out of balance. I know that I have failed to make my needs known; to protect my time; to care for my spirit.

The Crazy Woman saved my mother’s life. She stole our mother from us; robbed my dad of a wife; but she helped my mother to save her Self; to create a life that fed the Artist within. The Crazy Woman is an agent of destruction; the death bringer; that inner force that helps us to bring death to patterns that no longer serve us. The Crazy Woman may be frightening and uncontrollable, but she just may save my life!

Wisdom of the Sands, A Sufi Story by Osha, A Guest Post

Shared by Michael Brine

A stream, from its source in far-off mountains, passing through every kind and description of countryside, at last reached the sands of the desert. Just as it had crossed every other barrier, the stream tried to cross this one, but it found as it ran into the sands, its waters disappeared.

It was convinced, however, that its destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Now a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered, “The wind crosses the desert, and so can the stream.”

The stream objected; that it was dashing itself against the sand, and only getting absorbed; that the wind could fly and this was why it could cross a desert.

“By hurtling in your own accustomed way you cannot get across. You will either disappear or become a marsh. You must allow the wind to carry you over to your destination.”

“But how could this happen?”

“By allowing yourself to be absorbed in the wind.”

This idea was not acceptable to the stream. After all, it had never been absorbed before. It did not want to lose its individuality. And once having lost it, how was it to know that it could ever be regained?

“The wind” said the sand, “performs this function. It takes up water, carries it over the desert, and then lets it fall again. Falling as rain, the water again becomes a river.”

“How can I know that this is true?”

“It is so, and if you do not believe it, you cannot become more than a quagmire, and even that could take many, many years; and it certainly is not the same as a stream.”

“But can I not remain the same stream that I am today?”

“You cannot in either case remain so,” the whisper said. “Your essential part is carried away and forms a stream again. You are called what you are even today because you do not know which part of you is the essential one.”

When he heard this, certain echoes began to arise in the thoughts of the stream. Dimly, he remembered a state in which he – or some part of him, was it? – had been held in the arms of a wind. He also remembered – or did he? – that this was the real thing, not necessarily the obvious thing, to do.

And the stream raised his vapour into the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily bore upwards and along, letting it fall softly as soon as they reached the roof of a mountain, many, many miles away.

And because he had had his doubts, the stream was able to remember and record more strongly in his mind the details of the experience. He reflected, “Yes, now I have learned my true identity.”

The stream was learning. But the sands whispered, “We know, because we see it happen day after day: and because we, the sands, extend from the riverside all the way to the mountain.”

And that is why it is said that the way in which the stream of life is to continue on its journey is written in the sands.”

Other articles like the one above, but also by Brine himself, can be accessed at  Michael Brine’s email address is:  Comments are always welcome.


If I was a man, I would've looked like this:)

I had an ‘attachment’ incident in 2008 when my middle son was playing football at a junior college in California. It was not pretty. I listened to most of the games online on the radio station that broadcasted them, but near the end of the season I got an unbelievable surprise. The station was broadcasting a high school game—high school!—at the same time the JC game was on.

I couldn’t believe it. I closed the browser and signed on again, certain it was some kind of crossed-wires problem. “Okay,” I thought, “it must be late in the fourth quarter,” and I listened for the announcer to assure us JC listeners this was true. “I’ll bet it’s overtime,” I thought. The quarter ended and he announced the score at the end of the second quarter. “HALFTIME! HALFTIME? Are you kidding me?” I shouted at the computer. I went to the programming schedule and on that day at that time, right there in black and white, it said they would be broadcasting the junior college game.

That’s when the name-calling began. “You idiots! Buttheads! Incompetents!” I even fired off an angry email. (And, yes, I’m not proud of myself.) The worst part was that I knew from the first second that I was out-of-control—that I was throwing a fit—and I didn’t stop myself. It was hours until I could meditate and calm myself and, shamefaced, I apologized to God/my Higher Self/the Universe. I vowed I would never again lose control like that and that I would be on guard for other ‘attachment’ checks. As hard as it was to acknowledge the truth, I decided, “That was a great lesson in realizing that I, and what’s important to me, are not at the center of the universe.”

Author Dan Millman explains the principle this way in The Laws of Spirit,

“Surrender means accepting this moment, this body, and this life with open arms. Surrender involves getting out of our own way and living in accord with a higher will, expressed as the wisdom of the heart. Far more than passive acceptance, surrender uses every challenge as a means of spiritual growth and expanded awareness. Learn to surrender by shifting your perspective, shifting your energy and attention from the desire of a smaller will to the wisdom of a Higher Will. Be like water, flowing and flexible, to blend with life’s forces, rather than struggling against them. The more you let go of attachments, the more you expand into greater freedom and peace.”

Good stuff from Dan Millman. It’s a special book.

Then last Saturday night rolled around and with it a football game between the University of Arizona, where my middle son is a linebacker, and Cal Berkeley. I added a sports channel package to our cable service for $5 a month because the game was being broadcasted on Fox College Sports/Pacific—channel 404 where I live. My son had said the game started at 7:07, but the programming guide said 7:30. I tuned in at 7:00 just in case, as did my eldest son who also attends college in another town. Another game, Michigan vs. someone, was on.

7:07 came and went. My eldest called and we agreed the game must be at 7:30 then. Meanwhile, one of the teams scored a couple of times and the game was tied. 7:30 comes and goes and play goes into overtime. My eldest calls again and he is as upset as I am. “Are you kidding me?” we shout at our TVs. “Michigan isn’t even in the PAC-10!” (You can probably figure out the rest of the story here. Except for the surprise ending.)

Then, adding insult to our injured psyches, the Michigan game went into a second overtime. “You idiots! Buttheads! Incompetents!” and by the time it was over it was after 8:00. The Arizona/CAL game had started at 7:07 and we had missed the first hour. I cried and my son used loud expletives. I knew, again, that I was throwing a fit but I was so mad, this time I didn’t care. “They are idiots!” I told myself. It took me until yesterday to find my center again.

Why am I telling you this story? Because the universe is so obliging when we choose a deeper, know-ourselves path that whatever lessons we need about being crazy-attached to someone or some plan of ours truly are gifted us, shown to us through our behaviors, our acting-out our parts in the ‘upset’ play. Hammering home the point was the fact that my brother and his family, who live across town and have that same sports-channel package I do, watched the whole game on channel 404 beginning at 7:07. Hmmmm.