I braked to a stop at the light, and turned my gaze from the fire truck to the fireman standing in the meridian. A red pump truck was parked at a gas station on the south-east corner of Beach and Imperial, while a ladder truck was parked on the north-west corner. One of the busiest intersections around, it was an excellent spot for panhandling but I’d seldom seen it used for that.
A handsome young fireman was standing in the middle of the street, dressed in a yellow, sleeveless jacket sporting reflector stripes, thrusting an empty boot at the drivers. Glancing around, I spotted two more working the commuters.
My first thought was that the government cutbacks had gotten so bad that the firemen had taken to the streets to beg for money to keep their stations going. Then I remembered a similar scene in Phoenix last month, and realized that they were probably collecting for charity. Muscular Dystrophy was a popular one, but I wasn’t close enough to see what was written on the rubber boots they were holding out.
I moved into my heart and pondered this situation – men who made their living rescuing lives at the risk of their own, standing amid traffic on a hot day to collect money for charity.
Smiling, I aligned upward with the Christ, outward through the firefighters to all firefighters everywhere, upward from them to St. Florian (their patron saint), and called on the Light.
Namaste,
Glen
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Shut Up!
I strode around the mini-SUV, into the street. The vehicle had been thrust partway into the drive at a forty-five degree angle, and left there – a testament, perhaps, to the driver’s road rage. The entire house had a dark, shadowed feel, as though veiled in astral-emotional smog.
I’d known one of the kids who grew up there. David spent a lot of time at our home, but had never spoken of his family and had moved out as soon as he could.
A parrot screeched, and a woman shouted, “Shut up!”
When I reached the next house, it screeched again, and again the woman shouted, “Shut up!” in annoyance.
When I reached the house after that, it screeched again, and the woman’s shaking voice screamed “Shut up!”
I grinned at the foolishness of repeatedly shouting “Shut up!” at a parrot, and wondered how she’d react when it began parroting her words.
Then I frowned. It sounded like a large, valuable bird. I’d pictured an African Gray Parrot when I first heard it, which was certainly not something one would expect to find in that shadowed house.
I focused in my heart and extended its radius outward, touching the aura of the house, and found old age, bitterness, and loneliness.
I aligned upward, to the source of Divine Love, and invoked it downward, infusing the house, and its occupants, with the Light of Love.
I aligned upward again, to the source of Divine Purpose, and invoked it downward, infusing the occupants with the Light of Purpose.
I left the Light in place as I walked on, guiding those who dwelled in shadows to their next step.
Namaste,
Glen
I’d known one of the kids who grew up there. David spent a lot of time at our home, but had never spoken of his family and had moved out as soon as he could.
A parrot screeched, and a woman shouted, “Shut up!”
When I reached the next house, it screeched again, and again the woman shouted, “Shut up!” in annoyance.
When I reached the house after that, it screeched again, and the woman’s shaking voice screamed “Shut up!”
I grinned at the foolishness of repeatedly shouting “Shut up!” at a parrot, and wondered how she’d react when it began parroting her words.
Then I frowned. It sounded like a large, valuable bird. I’d pictured an African Gray Parrot when I first heard it, which was certainly not something one would expect to find in that shadowed house.
I focused in my heart and extended its radius outward, touching the aura of the house, and found old age, bitterness, and loneliness.
I aligned upward, to the source of Divine Love, and invoked it downward, infusing the house, and its occupants, with the Light of Love.
I aligned upward again, to the source of Divine Purpose, and invoked it downward, infusing the occupants with the Light of Purpose.
I left the Light in place as I walked on, guiding those who dwelled in shadows to their next step.
Namaste,
Glen
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Ride
I was turning the key in the ignition when I heard a tap on my passenger window. It was a young woman – dark hair and eyes, heavyset, with a tiny little cockapoo dog – making the “roll down your window” motion with her right hand. Puzzled, I did so.
“Can you give me a ride? I’m trying to get to my uncle’s place, and my car broke down.”
I moved into my heart center, aligned outward, and felt her aura. It was fairly normal, free of malice or ill intent, and the only surface desire was for a ride.
“Which direction?” I asked.
She pointed behind me, and a bit to the right. I asked a couple more questions, and the situation became clearer. Her name was Amber. She’d been driving to her uncle’s house from her home, a couple blocks away, when her car broke down. Continuing on on foot, she found me, leaving a house in her neighborhood, and decided to ask for a ride.
Chelsea, her dog, would not be coming along as he knew the way home from here. That bothered me, but she seemed quite certain. “OK,” I said.
She ordered Chelsea to go home, and the little dog trotted off down the sidewalk, back in the direction from which she and Amber had come. Slightly reassured, I turned the car around, and drove off, following Amber’s directions.
“What were you doing?” she asked.
“Publishing committee meeting. I’m part of a company that publishes spiritual textbooks, and this was our monthly meeting.”
“Oh? That’s cool. I left my medicine in my uncle’s car, and I have to pick it up.”
“Medicine?”
“I have a tumor in the left side of my brain.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll pray for you.”
I hadn’t sensed anything like that, and I’d have expected someone with a tumor to be more specific. Nevertheless, I aligned upward, from the heart, through the top of my head, to the great deva of healing, and through that deva with the Christ.
Invoking the Light of Healing, I aligned outward, to Amber’s brain, and infused it with healing light. I held that alignment the two miles to her uncle’s place, and then throughout the drive home.
Namaste,
Glen
“Can you give me a ride? I’m trying to get to my uncle’s place, and my car broke down.”
I moved into my heart center, aligned outward, and felt her aura. It was fairly normal, free of malice or ill intent, and the only surface desire was for a ride.
“Which direction?” I asked.
She pointed behind me, and a bit to the right. I asked a couple more questions, and the situation became clearer. Her name was Amber. She’d been driving to her uncle’s house from her home, a couple blocks away, when her car broke down. Continuing on on foot, she found me, leaving a house in her neighborhood, and decided to ask for a ride.
Chelsea, her dog, would not be coming along as he knew the way home from here. That bothered me, but she seemed quite certain. “OK,” I said.
She ordered Chelsea to go home, and the little dog trotted off down the sidewalk, back in the direction from which she and Amber had come. Slightly reassured, I turned the car around, and drove off, following Amber’s directions.
“What were you doing?” she asked.
“Publishing committee meeting. I’m part of a company that publishes spiritual textbooks, and this was our monthly meeting.”
“Oh? That’s cool. I left my medicine in my uncle’s car, and I have to pick it up.”
“Medicine?”
“I have a tumor in the left side of my brain.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll pray for you.”
I hadn’t sensed anything like that, and I’d have expected someone with a tumor to be more specific. Nevertheless, I aligned upward, from the heart, through the top of my head, to the great deva of healing, and through that deva with the Christ.
Invoking the Light of Healing, I aligned outward, to Amber’s brain, and infused it with healing light. I held that alignment the two miles to her uncle’s place, and then throughout the drive home.
Namaste,
Glen
Friday, May 8, 2009
Abundance 2
I scooped up a spoonful of vegetables, and prepared my palate for the coming assault. The veggies were from an ordinary package of frozen peas, carrots and corn that had been dumped – still frozen – into a frying pan and cooked without seasoning. My life experience taught me to expect a mushy, tasteless mass, and my ego resented the imposition.
I’d been out of town the previous Friday, when Rory had knocked on my parent’s door and offered to cook them a free meal.
It was a sales pitch, of course, and although my parents could not afford to purchase anything, a free meal was, after all, a free meal. So they invited Rory in, watched while he prepared a simple lunch, and then ate what he’d prepared.
When I returned on Monday, I was told that dinner that evening would be prepared by representatives of Salad Master, and that four of my parent’s oldest friends had been invited. I’d been looking forward to resuming my routine, including preparing my own meals, and interrupting it to sit through a sales pitch was most unwelcome. However, it would have been impolite to decline and I was prepared to endure it for my parent’s sake.
Dressed appropriately for dinner with my seniors, I sat down and focused in the heart. From the heart, I aligned upward, through the head center (at the top of the head), with the Christ, and invoked the protective Light of Christ downward, into and infusing my instrument, my immediate environment, and everyone present.
Then I aligned upward again, from the heart, through the head center, with the Divine Plan, and invoked the Light of the Plan downward, into and infusing my instrument, my immediate environment, and everyone present.
Holding that invocative alignment, I prepared to participate in the meal.
The first bite of veggies brought a surge of physical-etheric energy. It was delicious! I smiled in surprise, and took another bite. I continued eating through three helpings, until the entire serving was gone. The same was true of the salad, frozen chicken, lasagna, and cake – all prepared without seasoning, with whole foods, at low temperatures, using the Salad Master cookware.
My parents were so energized they decided to sell Salad Master themselves. I saw that it might a solution to their financial problems, and continued to hold the Light.
Namaste,
Glen
I’d been out of town the previous Friday, when Rory had knocked on my parent’s door and offered to cook them a free meal.
It was a sales pitch, of course, and although my parents could not afford to purchase anything, a free meal was, after all, a free meal. So they invited Rory in, watched while he prepared a simple lunch, and then ate what he’d prepared.
When I returned on Monday, I was told that dinner that evening would be prepared by representatives of Salad Master, and that four of my parent’s oldest friends had been invited. I’d been looking forward to resuming my routine, including preparing my own meals, and interrupting it to sit through a sales pitch was most unwelcome. However, it would have been impolite to decline and I was prepared to endure it for my parent’s sake.
Dressed appropriately for dinner with my seniors, I sat down and focused in the heart. From the heart, I aligned upward, through the head center (at the top of the head), with the Christ, and invoked the protective Light of Christ downward, into and infusing my instrument, my immediate environment, and everyone present.
Then I aligned upward again, from the heart, through the head center, with the Divine Plan, and invoked the Light of the Plan downward, into and infusing my instrument, my immediate environment, and everyone present.
Holding that invocative alignment, I prepared to participate in the meal.
The first bite of veggies brought a surge of physical-etheric energy. It was delicious! I smiled in surprise, and took another bite. I continued eating through three helpings, until the entire serving was gone. The same was true of the salad, frozen chicken, lasagna, and cake – all prepared without seasoning, with whole foods, at low temperatures, using the Salad Master cookware.
My parents were so energized they decided to sell Salad Master themselves. I saw that it might a solution to their financial problems, and continued to hold the Light.
Namaste,
Glen
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Way is Shut
The slender young woman walked up to Ben and asked, “Do you know how to get in?”
It was the last day of the conference, and Ben and I were missing the closing ritual. My morning meditations had been quite productive, but the door was sealed by the time I was done. I found Ben behind an abandoned concession table near the locked entrance. He waved me over, and when I was seated asked for my help in publishing his writings.
I receive this kind of request often, and am always happy to oblige. I was deep into a comparison of instant printing and offset lithography when the young lady’s question rescued Ben.
She couldn’t have been older than her early 20’s, was nearly elfin thin, with long, light-brown hair and dark, alert eyes, and looked extremely out of place. I couldn’t recall when I’d seen anyone that young at the conference – not in this century.
Youth had been common in Ageless Wisdom communities once, and its absence had been a source of concern and topic of conversation at the last several conferences. Where were the young people? Why aren’t they attracted to the Ageless Wisdom? What can we do to get them to read our books and take our classes?
The music of the closing ritual reached a crescendo, muffled by the thick walls and doors. Ben suggested that she wait by the door and ask for information when the rite ended. He offered her a chair, but she replied, “I’d rather sit on the floor.”
Ben watched in concern as she turned and walked up to the doors – large, solid wood, clad in iron bands, and closed against intruders.
She sat at their foot, turned her left ear to the crack between them, and listened as the group within broke out into joyous song.
I moved into my heart, and aligned upward through the top of my head to the Wisdom of this Age.
From the heart, I aligned outward to the young woman, through her to all of her generation who waited patiently for the doors to open, and from them upward, directly to the Wisdom prepared for them.
Then I held the alignment, and waited for her to be admitted.
Namaste,
Glen
It was the last day of the conference, and Ben and I were missing the closing ritual. My morning meditations had been quite productive, but the door was sealed by the time I was done. I found Ben behind an abandoned concession table near the locked entrance. He waved me over, and when I was seated asked for my help in publishing his writings.
I receive this kind of request often, and am always happy to oblige. I was deep into a comparison of instant printing and offset lithography when the young lady’s question rescued Ben.
She couldn’t have been older than her early 20’s, was nearly elfin thin, with long, light-brown hair and dark, alert eyes, and looked extremely out of place. I couldn’t recall when I’d seen anyone that young at the conference – not in this century.
Youth had been common in Ageless Wisdom communities once, and its absence had been a source of concern and topic of conversation at the last several conferences. Where were the young people? Why aren’t they attracted to the Ageless Wisdom? What can we do to get them to read our books and take our classes?
The music of the closing ritual reached a crescendo, muffled by the thick walls and doors. Ben suggested that she wait by the door and ask for information when the rite ended. He offered her a chair, but she replied, “I’d rather sit on the floor.”
Ben watched in concern as she turned and walked up to the doors – large, solid wood, clad in iron bands, and closed against intruders.
She sat at their foot, turned her left ear to the crack between them, and listened as the group within broke out into joyous song.
I moved into my heart, and aligned upward through the top of my head to the Wisdom of this Age.
From the heart, I aligned outward to the young woman, through her to all of her generation who waited patiently for the doors to open, and from them upward, directly to the Wisdom prepared for them.
Then I held the alignment, and waited for her to be admitted.
Namaste,
Glen
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Misunderstanding
Alice waived me over to the table she shared with Bea. I smiled back, accepting the invitation, and took the nearest chair.
The day was cooling as evening approached, aided by a gentle breeze. The terrace, shaded by trees and watched by birds, was a perfect place to meet and talk over dinner.
An olive fell from the tree overhead and tapped my right shoulder. I glanced around in bemusement, wondering if my attention was being called something, but saw only fellow conference attendees - chatting, eating, and laughing - at the other tables. All quite normal for the charged atmosphere of these events.
Alice and Bea, attending the conference for the first time, outlined their plans to create a spiritual center while I asked leading questions.
My dinner arrived, and Bea asked, "Why do Bailey people have a problem with Cedercrans?"
For a moment I considered ducking the question, but an olive thunked off the top of my head.
I sighed, and moved into the heart center.
From the heart, I aligned upward, through the top of my head, to the greater school of which all esoteric schools are bu dim reflections.
Recognizing the unity behind the Bailey and Cedercrans teachings, I aligned outward, from the heart, with the misunderstandings between them.
Then, I invoked the Light of Truth into the misunderstandings, and began to speak.
Namaste,
Glen
The day was cooling as evening approached, aided by a gentle breeze. The terrace, shaded by trees and watched by birds, was a perfect place to meet and talk over dinner.
An olive fell from the tree overhead and tapped my right shoulder. I glanced around in bemusement, wondering if my attention was being called something, but saw only fellow conference attendees - chatting, eating, and laughing - at the other tables. All quite normal for the charged atmosphere of these events.
Alice and Bea, attending the conference for the first time, outlined their plans to create a spiritual center while I asked leading questions.
My dinner arrived, and Bea asked, "Why do Bailey people have a problem with Cedercrans?"
For a moment I considered ducking the question, but an olive thunked off the top of my head.
I sighed, and moved into the heart center.
From the heart, I aligned upward, through the top of my head, to the greater school of which all esoteric schools are bu dim reflections.
Recognizing the unity behind the Bailey and Cedercrans teachings, I aligned outward, from the heart, with the misunderstandings between them.
Then, I invoked the Light of Truth into the misunderstandings, and began to speak.
Namaste,
Glen
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Outbreak
A four-year-old boy called out, "Grandma!" from the booth accross the way. I took another sip of tea and turned my attention back to the morning paper. A new influenza had emerged in Mexico, and the authorities were trying to decide on a rational response.
The paper explained how many people had died (officially) in the current outbreak, how many died in a normal flu season (more than had yet been sickened), where schools had been closed, the stockpiling of Tamiflu, what differentiated the this strain from others - all quite informative but nothing that addressed the reality of the situation.
I focused in the heart, recognized that it was not adequate for the task, and moved into the heart of humanity.
Dishes clinked as they were bussed from a nearby table.
From the heart of humanity, I aligned upward with the overshadowing Deva of Healing, and through that Deva to the Divine Plan amd the Christ.
The voices of fellow conference attendees murmured around me.
Holding that upward alignment, I aligned outward to humanity, and within humanity to the human astral body and immune system.
Someone called out to a friend as they arrived.
Holding the upward and outward alignment, I invoked the Light of Christ into the human astral-emotional body, and the Light of Healing into the immune system - calming and soothing their fears and preparing for what was coming.
I will likely repeat and hold this alignment many times in the following weeks, but we are ready.
What will you do to assist in this time of need?
Namaste,
Glen
From the Seven Ray Institute Conference
The paper explained how many people had died (officially) in the current outbreak, how many died in a normal flu season (more than had yet been sickened), where schools had been closed, the stockpiling of Tamiflu, what differentiated the this strain from others - all quite informative but nothing that addressed the reality of the situation.
I focused in the heart, recognized that it was not adequate for the task, and moved into the heart of humanity.
Dishes clinked as they were bussed from a nearby table.
From the heart of humanity, I aligned upward with the overshadowing Deva of Healing, and through that Deva to the Divine Plan amd the Christ.
The voices of fellow conference attendees murmured around me.
Holding that upward alignment, I aligned outward to humanity, and within humanity to the human astral body and immune system.
Someone called out to a friend as they arrived.
Holding the upward and outward alignment, I invoked the Light of Christ into the human astral-emotional body, and the Light of Healing into the immune system - calming and soothing their fears and preparing for what was coming.
I will likely repeat and hold this alignment many times in the following weeks, but we are ready.
What will you do to assist in this time of need?
Namaste,
Glen
From the Seven Ray Institute Conference
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