The Future That is Yours!

The future belongs to those who see possibilities before they become evident   Ted Levitt

The future belongs to each of us. What we will make of that future is a choice each of us will make today and tomorrow. Our past will only have a mark on the future if that is what we allow. Each day is a gift of choice and … if we choose, a gift of change.

There are many self-improvement gurus. Most of them have good information, suggestions, and programs. The best self-improvement program I know is to change our hearts – a program that always includes God in some way.

The Lord’s self-improvement program is amazing! It takes the person we are today, recognizes our potential, and then transforms us as we allow it one very possible step at a time.

Are you who you want to be? Do you feel like you are manifesting the life you are created for? Talk to God – enroll yourself through prayer in his program! You will be amazed at what you can become and the light that can become a part of your life!

Think about your possibilities as you read today’s inspiring story! Enjoy!

From Darkness into Light
Julie Matney

I was born into a world of fear and spent my entire childhood, teenage years, and most of my twenties trying to find a way out of my dilemma. I knew that fear was not natural and that the side effects were debilitating, but it seemed to have an unrelenting grip upon my mind. I was a prisoner.

My father was a concentration camp survivor. He spent five years in the Nazi death camps of Europe and lost his entire family there, including his parents and five siblings. My father could not talk about his experiences and never openly grieved for his loss. My father did not remember his birth date nor did he ever tell us the names of his family members. As a result of his frustration and anguish, he drank and was openly hostile toward his living family. He never showed affection or allowed us to love him. Sometimes, he would stare off into space and I knew he was going back into this other world, a dark place beneath the world we tried to survive in. I felt hopeless since joy was not allowed in our home. I was petrified of my father. I never knew when he would fly into a rage over any little everyday life occurrence. I remember once, at the age of four, hearing his truck pull into the driveway and wishing I were dead.

I managed to get through high school and college but I continually felt insecure. I did not have any confidence and was hopeless about the future. I suffered numerous bouts of depression that prevented me from completing the advanced degree I was pursuing. I manifested terrible headaches that drove me to a neurologist. There was nothing physically wrong with me; I was coming face to face with my fear and the pressure was unbearable. I tried psychotherapy and read books about healing childhood trauma. I read some metaphysical books but I didn’t connect to what I read. These resources did not hit upon the essence of my problem. I instinctively knew that prayer was the only way out of my desperation. If God did exist I needed to know now! One night as I lay in my bed in total darkness, a miracle happened. I heard a little voice in the distance. The voice was actually singing to me! Then it became louder and other voices joined the song. The voices increased until they grew into multitudes, producing octaves and ranges almost beyond human comprehension. The notes seem to go on and on forever like never-ending chants praising God and the kingdom within. I began to expand into the music, thus feeling one with the love and peace that resonated throughout my being. By morning, I knew that the veil of darkness had been permanently lifted. I had walked through a new door. Thus my journey toward The Light of God had begun.

Years later, I stumbled upon a book, “The Kingdom of the Shining Ones,” by the renowned expert on the angelic order, Flower A. Newhouse. I was thrilled to have my miracle described to a “T”:

“In the kingdom of the Angels exists an order consecrated to music. This order is not composed of an orchestra, but a choir. The songs are released as chants; many of them are heard in march time. The magnitude of this choir is almost inconceivable, still more difficult to realize are the various octaves and keys in which this great assembly sings. Angels do not use vocal chords for speech or song. They speak from the mind and sing from the heart. When heard, their melodic variations are almost overpowering. The enthralling effects hymns of praise, courage, gratitude, love worship have upon our world are very great alone an individual aspirant in moments of stress, heroism or illumination is inwardly aligned with the chorus singing the anthem he requires for courage, balance or serenity. Though the reception of the heavenly music is seldom relayed to the conscious mind, the effects of the songs upon the inner self are noticeable by a surging and enlivening of the higher states of consciousness.”

The music continues to this day. I hear it when someone I love has just passed over into another dimension. It rushes in to encourage me forward anytime I receive an inspirational thought. I use it in meditation groups to invoke the Angelic Kingdom. (The groups sing the chants along with me.)

This experience was the beginning of my transformation from darkness into light. My family, who directly witnessed my “rebirth,” have all begun their own spiritual journeys. As my sister put it, “You are a totally new person. I want to share in the peace you have found!” My father has been touched by my spiritual awakening as well. He is the recipient of a tremendous outpouring of love and light from his family, who was once afraid to even look in his direction. My life has been made easy, and I can now pursue my spiritual work of writing and speaking about my own realizations and paths to peace.

The Universe responds to every call for help. We are not alone and we are not left comfortless. We are an integral part of God and we are being called to remember our true nature. We grow and expand as we allow the light into our lives and share our blessings and understanding with others. Every inspirational thought we receive and acknowledge is charged by the power of all creation and magnified a million fold.

May we all hear the angels’ songs of peace, courage, hope, joy and freedom!

Today’s inspiring story is shared from the following website: http://www.personaltransformation.com/transform.html#Matney

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Aspirations…The Possibilities are Amazing!

Our Aspirations are Our Possibilities Robert BrowningAspirations and Dreams – the stuff of joy, happiness, and creating a meaningful life!

Those things that light up our soul with excitement and wonderment are those things that we need to pay attention to!

Do you love reading books about things that make others yawn? It doesn’t matter that the subjects that excite you bore others. What matters is that you pay attention to the things that your heart naturally gravitates to!

You are meant to do wonderful things with your life! That doesn’t mean you are meant to be world famous or rich – it means that you are meant to make your own important and substantial contribution to this world in a way that you and only you are meant to manifest it.

God knows you. He knows your heart and He knows your capacity and your strengths and your noble passions better than anyone and He wants you to accomplish those inspired dreams that dwell within your heart!

Remember…anything is possible when you open your heart to the possibility and utilize God’s assistance in your endeavor(s)!

I hope you enjoy today’s story and that it helps you think about the opportunities that are yours! (Don’t throw them away!)

The Touchstone

When the great library of Alexandria burned, the story goes, one book was saved. But it was not a valuable book; and so a poor man, who could read a little, bought it for a few coppers.
The book wasn’t very interesting, but between its pages there was something very interesting indeed. It was a thin strip of vellum on which was written the secret of the “Touchstone”!

The touchstone was a small pebble that could turn any common metal into pure gold. The writing explained that it was lying among thousands and thousands of other pebbles that looked exactly like it. But the secret was this: The real stone would feel warm, while ordinary pebbles are cold.

So the man sold his few belongings, bought some simple supplies, camped on the seashore, and began testing pebbles.

He knew that if he picked up ordinary pebbles and threw them down again because they were cold, he might pick up the same pebble hundreds of times. So, when he felt one that was cold, he threw it into the sea. He spent a whole day doing this but none of them was the touchstone. Yet he went on and on this way. Pick up a pebble. Cold – throw it into the sea. Pick up another. Throw it into the sea.

The days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months. One day, however, about mid afternoon, he picked up a pebble and it was warm. He threw it into the sea before he realized what he had done. He had formed such a strong habit of throwing each pebble into the sea that when the one he wanted came along, he still threw it away.

So it is with opportunity. Unless we are vigilant, it’s asy to fail to recognize an opportunity when it is in hand and it’s just as easy to throw it away.

– Author Unknown
Bits & Pieces, Economic Press

Today’s story shared from the following website: http://www.motivationalwellbeing.com/motivational-stories-2.html

 

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