I see a great potential for healing, healing as a way of our culture. Red Cross, volunteers, economic aid liberated at a global level.

The road to Integrity is often paved with tragedy. What if the tragedy out in the world inspires men to be of service and help a people in need. Was the tragedy worth it?

What if the loss of 100,000 leads to a world unified to help all people’s in need. Was the tragedy worth it? What if the loss of life inspires the transcendence of a people. Is that tragedy?

Each of us, is on our own personal journey, yet each of us is part of a global journey- the journey of our times as a people. The spiritual epiphany that leads to personal transcendence in consciousness of the individual will lead to the transcendence of consciousness as a people. What I do for myself, I do for all others, because ultimately we are all one.

The gift of the tragedy is in the opportunity for those left behind – the challenge: change the world.

Thanks to the ones, who in their own singular way move us all to the healing state of caring, kindness and unity: a state where the world is truly a better place.

“The knot in my stomach matched the angst in my chest. he said as he searched for answers, all the while living with the disappointed of dashed hope. He searched for answers…and then he reached peacefulness.

Angst and gastritis are the natural outcomes of such forceful emotions. Do not deny the brute force of the emotions. Feel it fully, for glory of life in human form is emotion. But peacefulness is possible.

“I cannot save her from the struggles, he said. “I cannot shelter her.” And peace came in the instant, I understood. In a moment of clarity I knew she must walk her own path, this ugly and terrible path.

In a moment of clarity, he understood that he couldnot control the the events bringing him to this powerless point of intra-psychic discord. And H couldn’t control the emotions erupting from within him as he watched his child dressed in the disappointment of a hospital gown, laboring in therapy in a struggle for her very life, facing illness living in sickness.

It is terrible to watch your child, childeren wade through such a rising tide. But It is perfect the way it is, isn’t it. There is perfection in the design that allows each of us to create life and to walk our unique path that serves our soul.  The struggle is to evolve. Struggle is the gateway to change. Adversity breads character and acceptance brings peace.

“The hurting stopped when my perception changed. he told me.

“So I sat there, caring deeply about the process, but giving over any expectations of outcome. She gave me this gift of a moment of clarity. And I suppose all the while, some where in the timelessness of all that heaven will allow, her soul smiled down saying,

” Great dad, I am glad I am helping you become an adult. We here in heaven can see that you have got potential. Keep up the good work.”

This was a movie about family, the core of life, and about the importance of individual relationship, yet never deviating from the principle of how endurance and determination combined with fearlessness leads to success. And I am not speaking of the football player as much as the mom. There is a principle of respect for the sacredness of  family and of “mother” and making it right with the energy of family as it exists in the world, even when different from our own.

By taking a chance on an unknown boy in distress, the mom risked her own children’s security, and battled the threat of loss of possession. Her ego took a back seat-a Christmas photo that risked condemnation from her friends and family became a powerful symbol of unity consciousness.

The payoff was at the level of heart. With the serenity to change what she had to, she used nurturing love to accept what she could not change- and she suffered the heartbreak of his journey, by giving freedom for another to walk the necessary path of his own life. In the end, there was joy.

His eight year old daughter set the table for him, and her two imaginary friends Jinks and Possi, a sister yet to come, and a mother who would miss this meal with her family. He was quiet, forlorn and scared…it was such a tension-filled day, his wife staying overnight for observation before bringing new life into the world. The two fast food bags now emptied, he stared off in worry…

She had to cheer him up.  She climbed on his knee and said, “Daddy, I have a present for you…but you have to guess what it is before I give it to you”.

He stared at her soft brown eyes, and quickly looked around to see if he missed a gift wrapped package. But there was nothing at the table but his little girl and her two friends. So he guessed, and she said- “No, not a new car, No, not a set of golf clubs, No, not a big screen, silly daddy. Then with delight, she blurted out the answer;  “Today is the gift daddy, that’s why they call it the Present!

And in the eyes of a child he found the power of the present. A moment of joy against the background of worry. He clutched his glorious present and with tears was thankful for his gift.