Living and Loving
Contains sacred stories
Starr was a wonderful dog. Starr lived with Linda and Tim, and their children, Billy and Christie. Starr loved each of them, and the family was blessed to have her with them for seventeen years.
Starr began having really bad health problems. It was painful for the family to watch.
One day, as she was being bathed, Starr’s beautiful black fur began coming out in clumps.
Starr could barely move, so Tim took her to the vet. When the vet recommended putting Starr to sleep, Tim went back home to get Linda. The vet administered a shot, allowing Starr to pass peacefully in Linda’s arms in just a few seconds.
Oh, how Linda cried!
But Linda says she remembers well what happened next, “As I left the room, I went out into the lobby where a woman unsuccessfully tried to keep her dog from jumping all over me. I went down on my knees, hugging and petting that dog. I told the owner how much I needed that then. It was a beautiful experience that can still move me to tears all these years later.”
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Separated from her husband, adjusting to parenting her son alone, nervous about finances, especially now missing the support of her mother, she went for a hypnotherapy session.
“Do you have a piece of jewelry from your mom?” the therapist asked.
She told the therapist, “Strange you should ask. I have my mom’s turquoise ring, but in the recent chaos of life, I have not been able to find it.”
During the session, a memory related to the ring surfaced. She had been suffering with a ligament issue in her thumb. It was not healing. She put her mother’s ring on, and within one day, her thumb was healed. She knew the ring would show up and everything would be OK…
Later that evening, she sent a photo to the therapist, with this message, “Look what I found!”
He was enjoying a morning off.
He knew he wanted to stop and see a friend who had just gotten back in town after spending the winter in Florida.
He stopped in at a garage sale in a nearby town.
There was his friend buying a hat!
Coming into the waiting room to see her client out of the building, she discovered a woman looking around.
“May I help you?” she inquired of the woman.
The woman responded, “I thought you had a book store here. I am looking for a book about preparing for surgery.”
“Oh, we don’t have a book store any more, but I am the one who is trained in that program. I have written an e-book called Imagine Healing.”
“I am glad to work with you,” she continued.
“It is not for me, it is for my daughter.”
Assuring the woman she would be willing to work with the daughter, the woman replied. “She does not live here. She lives in Boston.”
Her response to that? “I am flying to Boston tomorrow!”
Synchronicity was first explained by psychiatrist Carl Jung. It is the wonderful feeling of knowing you are in the right place at the right time.
They had just attended their 49th consecutive annual family reunion. It was the first one ever attended without their mother.
As they were driving home, a vehicle towing a boat passed them. The name of the boat was Miss Ellie.
Miss Ellie was the term of endearment their sister-in-law used for their mom.
They knew she was letting them know she had been at the reunion!
Feeling somewhat desperate, trying to decide if she should sign the lease without others being committed to sharing the space, she blurted out, “I believe in me!”
Just as she did, she saw a wadded up garment on the side of the road. The previous week, she had found a pair of golf shorts—in her husband’s size, still with the tags on them, on the side of the road.
Parking her bike, she flipped the garment over, and saw the words: Just Do It!
(Excerpted from Surrender the Fear, Beyond Mastery Newsletter. Used by permission.)
Her grandfather was quite the artist. He did mostly religious paintings. A favorite piece depicting the Lord’s Supper, hung above his bed.
One night, returning home after being out, they found the painting face-down on the bed. The wire hanger was split in two, as though it had been cut.
Shortly, he received news that his sibling had just died.
Years passed, and a second time the painting mysteriously was face down, again as though the wire had been split.
He received notification of the passing of another family member!
What once seemed so strange, is now seen as evidence spirit and matter are not really separate at all.
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