Guest Blog: It’s Time to Go Back to School by Linda Fallo-Mitchell

 

What if when schools reopen, we all went back to school regardless of our age, degrees or skill set?
What if this is not about enrolling in an educational institution or academically ordained degree programs?
What if there are no entrance exams, no grades, no pre-requisites, no tuition, no classrooms, no teachers, no textbooks, and no limit to what you can learn?

What if this school is open to everyone and it’s free?
What if learning can take place anywhere, anytime?
What if the world and everything in it is your classroom?
What if your family, friends, neighbors, co-workers, storeowners and employees, doctors and nurses, police officers and firefighters, nature and the environment are your teachers?
What if you can learn in each and every moment?
What if you can get whatever level of education you want?
What if you are the teacher as well as the student?
And what if everyone and everything are teachers and students?

What if the purpose of this school is to educate your heart instead of your mind?
What if your assignments are about listening to your heart instead of cramming your head full of information?
What if this school has only one subject?
What if the only subject is Love?
What if all of the lessons are about Love?
What if the only assignments are to love yourself and love others; have compassion for yourself and for others; show kindness to yourself and to others; forgive yourself and forgive others; recognize your own self-worth, your own value and the value of others; recognize your shared humanity?

What if the only credentials you need to truly succeed in life come from the power of Love?
What if the answer to every question is Love?
What if the only question was “what would Love do?”
What if we all learned to love one another—to act as if no one person is better than another?                   What if by going back to school and educating the heart the world could change—no more wars, no more pandemics, no more hatred, no more poverty, no more inequity, no more injustice, no more fear?
Would you enroll?
It’s time for everyone to go back to the School of Love.

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Guest Blog: Time to Recalibrate by Kimberly Allis

 Throughout the history of the world there has been famine, drought, war, illness and everything in between.  And it is in these moments we are brought to our knees.  The mind is dismantled and it leaves open a space for the heart to take over.  These extreme circumstances command the heart to grow even bigger, forces us into a space of grace, forces us into alignment with God. When there is extreme imbalance in the world these catastrophic moments force us to shed illusion and realign with our own divinity, realign with God, realign with divine possibility, realign with faith.  

These moments call for prayer.  Those who don’t pray suddenly do.  Those that don’t believe choose to believe.  All the illusions they would have gripped onto in the past have disappeared, fallen away, disintegrated.  There is nothing to hold on to.  The only choice left is to reach our hand out to God so that he may pull us up.  Pull us to our highest form, pull us back into our divinity and therefore our humanity that stretches worldwide, where love is the reigning power on the planet.  

This is a recalibration.  This is a realignment.  This is a jolt for all humanity to operate solely through the heart, solely through love, solely through faith, solely for the goodwill of others knowing that caring for our neighbor or even a stranger before we care for ourselves is why we are here.  Knowing that there is no such thing as not enough, knowing that all of my children are provided for, knowing that I love each one of you with all of my heart with all of the love that there is to have, unconditionally and purely.  Knowing THAT heals everything.  Trust in me my child.  Reach your hand out to mine, walk by my side.  Be surrounded by my love.  Have faith that all is as it should be.  Have faith in my love.  Have faith in my ways.  

You may not be able to understand with the mind the divine inner workings of my plan and that is not your job.  Your job is to have faith in that plan and to never question it.  Keep your heart wide open to receive the bounty of my love.  This is what I ask of you.  There is no beginning, there is no end, there is no in between.  There is only this moment and in this moment you are totally and utterly loved and cared for.  

You’re connected to all and all is connected to you.  Therefore, your faith cannot waiver for when yours waivers, everyone’s faith waivers.  Never question my love for you.  You’re a swaddled babe in my arms, loved and cared for. Trust in this union.  Stay with me here in this space which is infinite.  This is what is, there is no more.  For this is everything.  

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Guest Blog: Finding Jesus at the Zoo by Lisa Greenspan

When Theresa guided me to start asking Jesus what to do with every part of my day I was skeptical. She assured me that God talks to everybody and told me to keep asking. After many months I felt sure that he just wan’t going to talk to me so I pretty much gave up. I did, however, continue to receive Channeled Grace sessions and maintained my own meditation, prayer and Reiki practice. And then one day it happened–I had a direct experience of Jesus answering me.

I had had a session with Theresa during which she received guidance that I was to take my son to the zoo. She was baffled as to why I was being guided to do so.  I started to laugh because just before the session I had asked my son if he wanted to go to the zoo!

That afternoon I took my son and my elderly in-laws to the  Bronx Zoo. The problems started immediately. We drove into the South entrance and paid for parking with my American Express card. We walked to the pedestrian entrance inside the Zoo where we had to pay an entrance fee, but my Amex card, accepted moments earlier, was declined. I ran back to my car to grab my Visa and purchased the tickets. Next, I discovered that the electric scooters I needed for my in-laws were located at the North entrance—a 10-minute walk from where we were. On the way, I decided to throw the Park Admittance tickets in the garbage. I assumed, incorrectly, that since we were already in the Zoo we wouldn’t need them again.

I arrived at the scooter rentals only to find that I had to show my driver’s license, which was in the car at the other entrance. Somehow I managed to talk them into renting me the scooters without having to get my license. Finally, we arrived at the Children’s Zoo where the gate attendant asked for my tickets, to which I responded:  “I threw them in the garbage! I thought that once we were in the Zoo we had access to everything.” Exasperated, I exclaimed, “You mean to tell me I just paid $126 to enter the Bronx Zoo and we can’t go into the children’s section!” After putting my ego aside, I then pointed to my 10-year old son and elderly in-laws and asked the gate attendant if we could find a solution.  We were allowed in without the tickets.

In order to avoid any more problems, I decided to go back to the South entrance to get another copy of the tickets. On the way, I started to think –man, it’s one problem after another, and finding solutions is exhausting me.  I SHOULD HAVE ASKED JESUS for help as Theresa has guided me to do. So I gave my missing ticket problem to Jesus. At that very moment, I looked up and saw a garbage can, looked inside, moved a piece of trash, and there were our tickets!  I was amazed and ecstatic! I knew, for the very first time, that Jesus was answering me.

I’ve always craved to see and hear the way others do.  Apparently, Jesus has another plan for me.  I’m starting to get how he guides me and answers my ordinary, everyday questions. It’s through intuition, messages from Channeled Grace sessions and through direct response when I remember to ask with my whole heart. 
So to all of you out there who don’t see colors, who don’t get clear messages and who don’t see the energy during a Channeled Grace or Reiki session:  Look for the way Spirit is speaking to you.  I found Jesus at the Bronx Zoo!  Where will you find him?

 

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Finding Faith with Two 45-Pound Dumbbells by Kimberly Allis

I am five feet tall and about 106 pounds, and lately I have been struggling with my faith. You might be wondering what faith and body proportions have to do with one another. Please indulge this seeming incongruity and allow me to explain.

Being in the throes of some very difficult family issues lately has taken me off my path of meditation and prayer and made it nearly impossible to continue with my Reiki practice. As a Reiki master and medical intuitive I know that like water to the body, connecting to God every day is essential to my survival; yet why is it that when I need to stay on my path most, I veer off course? I know this is a common human dilemma, and I have often sat on the other side of this issue, guiding my friends, clients, loved ones to stay on course…this is the moment when our faith is most important. Yet, here I am struggling to stay connected and straining to allow God to be in charge. I have seen time and time again the miracles that unfold when we have enough faith to allow God to take over and find a Divine solution. So why is it so hard to do what I know works?

Luckily, even when I stand in my own way, God finds ways to gently guide me back to Him. When all seemed hopeless, and there was no logical answer to my plight, I received a text from a friend asking if I’d like to get a mani/pedi. Even though I was exhausted, I felt the need to get out of the house. After a few minutes of conversation at the salon, my friend suggested that afterwards we stop by the church to pray and meditate. I suspected she might say that—and I was so glad she did.

I was only at the church for five minutes, but that was all I needed. God welcomed me back and I felt His light and love—I was reconnected to Divine source. I went on with my day without reflecting on the power of those five minutes and how they affected me—until later that day at the gym.

Part of my work out that day (exercise is important for my wellbeing) included walking with two 45-pound dumbbells for a certain distance. Carrying around dead weight uses every muscle in the body, and I struggled with each step. As I was walking around, carrying 90 pounds, I heard “This is what life is like when you try to do it without God—drop the weights and feel the relief when you ask God to help.” The moment I dropped the weights I instantly went from 196 pounds back to 106 pounds, and the difference was overwhelming. I felt so light and relief washed over me. The message I received was so simple, but so profound. Just let it go, and God will do the rest.

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Leaning Into Love by Elizabeth Wellington

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Seeing great suffering makes me question how I can create the world I envision—one based on love and truth. Does my meditating help? Can I do anything to help the world move toward peace?

Trying to fall asleep one night, I unloaded this heartbreak during a meditation. I felt myself drift into a vivid dream so realistic that it felt like more of a memory.

In the dream, my boyfriend and I stepped onto a public bus at the top of a hill. We sat down in the first row, across the aisle from the driver. Looking out the window, we saw a tsunami headed our way. More than any other natural disaster, tsunamis terrify me because there’s nowhere to hide. I love the ocean, and the idea of it surging up against me feels like the ultimate betrayal.

Despite seeing the wave, it didn’t feel like a threat. Even when it came closer, I worried for the people walking on the street—not thinking about its potential to hit me. Before I knew it, the tsunami hit the broad side of the bus with full force. It knocked the bus onto its rear, with the vehicle (almost) completely submerged in water. Every row on the bus was underwater except for the one I sat on in the front. We were completely dry and facing upward.

For a few seconds, we laid with our backs against the seats, looking at the blue sky through the windshield in shock. What could we do? We were stuck in our seatbelts, and everyone was drowning. My boyfriend suggested we lean forward to shift the weight of the bus forward. We pulled ourselves up a few inches. Despite the laws of physics, our small movement had an exponential impact, causing the entire bus to come back upright, almost like a Disney ride. The water drained from the bus, and it floated on top of the water effortlessly.

Our fellow bus riders were only submerged for a few seconds, so instead of drowning, they were just “dunked.” Soaking wet and shocked, but okay. Another wave came, and the same thing happened. The other riders were underwater for a little longer, but my boyfriend and I pulled ourselves up an extra inch or two. The bus righted itself again.

After a few minutes, the water completely cleared from the hill and everyone got out safely onto the road. It felt like a dream within a dream—people shook off their wet clothes and went along their day as if nothing had happened.

Leaning forward was such a simple act, and it barely took any time or exertion. But in a key moment, it defied the laws of physics.

When I feel helpless or overwhelmed, I bring myself back to this metaphor. I remember that I don’t have to feel daunted by whatever I am up against because even the tiniest shifts can defy understanding. Through the smallest contributions—a minute of meditation, a moment of compassion, or one conscious action—I align myself with a power greater than myself.

This dream helped me to recognize that by leaning forward into love (even slightly), we can make an exponential impact on the lives of people who are more vulnerable than us. By honoring our power as individuals, we can tip the scales, undoing the effects of a disaster, even when it is already underway.

In that sense, our biggest challenge is not any action itself, it’s choosing not to underestimate our power to affect our communities by being the change we want to see in the world. In the smallest ways, we can move mountains—and tsunamis, too.

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God is My Sherpa by Kimberly Allis  11/1/16

Today I received a text from my friend:

Good morning! I will be handling all your problems today so have fun and enjoy. I love you.
~God

If only it were true.  Sometimes it feels like we are climbing Mount Everest without a Sherpa or an oxygen tank—bills, kids, disagreements with friends, problems at work, your name spelled wrong on your Starbucks coffee—we have all been there. Many times I have wished I could clone myself and get everything done—only I know if I were able to do that the problems would double (plus, I would have to feed and house my clone—and let’s not even talk about her sharing my wardrobe—she’s already annoying me).  We are always running, distracted—our only free time is in bed at night the moment before we pass out.  It is hard to squeeze in “mindfulness.”

Yet I know that without taking the time to meditate and connect to our higher power (and by that I mean the Big Guy), we become depleted and ungrounded and then everything goes sideways.  And by “we” I mean me.

Meditation is that “little” thing I’m supposed to fit in, yet I always find a way to put it off, rationalizing that I’ll find time “later.” It’s easy to make excuses—and I do—only to my detriment.  This past summer I felt that little voice nagging me to take five minutes to meditate every day.  My distracted mind chose not to take notice, pushing the many messages into my mindfulness spam folder.  God is patient with all of His children, but as I have learned too many times, when I ignore the messages, the messages get louder.  This summer I felt myself becoming increasingly ungrounded and detached from my power source.  Inevitably, God sent me a message I could not ignore.

On a rainy night in August I was barbequing with a few friends and I slipped on my wet flip flop, rolled my ankle and broke my left foot in three places. Unlike most sensible people, I figured a day or two of bed rest would fix it, and then I would run back to my busy life.  I limped on my broken foot for 3 weeks before opting for an x-ray, and then ran out of the office before the doctor had time to tell me just how bad the break was and that I needed to be on crutches, immediately! God provided me with a medical excuse to slow down—maybe even to fit in a meditation, but it took me three weeks of resistance before I surrendered.

Instead of taking the easy way out and letting God be my sherpa, I decided the drunken, groggy guy at the base of the mountain (my ego) would be a better bet.  I have this image of God putting his head in his hands and thinking, “This one has always been trouble.” Still, like the mother who loves you even after you track mud through her house, God is always patiently waiting for me to walk through His doors.

Recently I heard Spirit say:

God is the beautiful white light streaming through a stained glass window, filling the room with gorgeous color.  You are that stained glass window; all you need to do is allow God’s light to shine through you.

God is handling all of our problems. If we remember to allow His Love to be our light, He will gently lead the way.  And if you run into that drunken, groggy guy on the dirt road, meditate on it before agreeing to let him guide you up the mountain.  God just might have a better solution.

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