Thoughts
from The Heart

THE ONLY THOUGHTS THAT HEAL
THE ONLY THOUGHTS WORTH THINKING

By. Rev. Magdalena Light, RN

Flashes of Light

April 24, 2008

Sometimes I get a thought here and there.... the kind I used to call flashes of insights...But I have simplified my mind since then...and now I just call them Flashes of Light..... In the past I didn’t think they were worth the sharing...for being just a flash...But since then I have thankfully revised my stale old views... Now these flashes seem so fresh  with  new meanings....and so much more worth the sharing, my Dear..... then my elaborate right brain leanings.....So with that...let me flash a few lights here  before you...Like they flashed before me when least expected.....

Someone asks me the other day ....what I have to say about the book, The God Delusion. I haven’t read it..... though I’ve heard of it.....  We all have.... you know... that same old human delusion which miscreated this world we live........ But anyway...that’s not what I said....I said...”Nothing... I haven’t read it.”

Then today, I get this flash....saying to the writer..... “Good for you, dear....go with it...and when you’re on your dying bed....your dying self can pray to your dying bed.......”

What else can be said, for God’s sake....? One man’s bad thought is not even worth a thought.....

Ah, and another flash ..two actually...one right after each of the two meditations I had.......Hours apart, mind you....but in my mind.... they end up going so well together...Here...check this out...

“I am at a place called One Incredible Sun....”

“I have a new reputation in Heaven...I get things done...”

Photographing  Sutratma

4/21/2008

First, vocabulary, for those not familiar with Sutratma: Sanskrit for Soul Thread.....Loosely interpreted......a shaft of Light woven from the Sun Rays of The Soul....Lowered from above to connect the human to his Source...to protect, purify, ensoul and enlighten him...and ultimately link him to God..... The Creator....

Here, in my context, Sutratma may best be described in an analogy of a life line... A thick, threaded rope thrown from the ship of Life to rescue the unconscious human....  the archetypal fallen and drowning drunken sailor...the ever whining wimp of human personality life....

And now about photographing Sutratma............

It was with great human resistance.... that I gave in to my soul’s  pounding pressure to lay down with God and meditate...One of those self doubting days...when none of His ways made any sense anymore.... The existential catch 22.... You loath your haunting human...and you resent the zeal of the soul for trying to rise you above it....The proverbial nowhere man in nowhere land with nowhere to go....

But, alas, no sooner I lay my whirling head on my whispering pillow...a thread of light appears ahead..... and pulls me right up from below....On my ceiling I see the Thread of my Soul...So I jump out of bed.....and  begin photographing Sutratma....From beginning to the end... that may have only lasted  a couple of minutes....I don’t know...but  was long enough to feel The Soul Life shining though my  human darkness...

Please take a look at these pictures if you care to.....perhaps you’ll see the same thing that I saw on my ceiling...which, by the way, is white...but here appears violet blue in the Soul Light. Mind you...these pictures are only for those who, much like I, believe more in the soul than in co-incidence....and now, onto your one click viewing pleasure...

Message from My Soul

April 15, 2008

So I get this message from my Soul today...and I really, really get it..... Then I think to myself.....this is really a message to the little human self in all of us....but only those of us will get it who really, really want to rise above it....above that little human, that is......

So, read on, if you care to, my Loves....and see if you too get this....and if not....that’s okay too....no strings attached here...for as we’ve all heard this before...”attachment is the source of all suffering”....And now, here is ....

The Message

You must develop for good .....the capacity to rise above  your humanness...and to look down upon it from above....Though the sights you see will make you blush.... and will silence your loud opinions into a  hush.....and will take you by utter surprise....Yet  it  will also open your eyes to something so much more beautiful and desirable than your downhearted present....

But as  long as you remain so wrapped up in your little self...that  you can’t see your Tree of Life from your human forest.....you will continue to wallow in your wretched human self pity....stuck...bored...boring...and unenlightened.....

Now think about this....and let me know when you’re ready to do this for good, my Love.....But don’t come to me crying till then.....I am Joy. Come up here with me...and I’ll let you feel it....but I can’t go down there with you crying....for I am Joy.

HUMANS IN HEAVEN

April 6, 2008

Two humans are talking in heaven:

“How come you died?”

“I forgot I had a Life.  How about you?”

“Oh, I knew all along I had a Life. I just got too busy to live it.”

The two part and each start talking to another.

“Can you believe this?! I was just talking to this guy......he died because he forgot to live his Life. How dumb can you be, for God’s sake!  You live but don’t realize you have a Life?”

“Can you believe this? I was just talking to this guy....he died because he was too busy to live. How dumb can you be, for God’s sake!  You go to live but get too busy to do it?

 HEARTDOG

March 30, 2008

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I’m posting this story in memory of Sherry’s sweet cat, Tempe, who died today, leaving many sad and lonely hearts behind.  To show Sherry that I share her sorrow..... because I personally know the joyful love and painful absence of our furry friends...

When we get six months old Max, a St. Bernard, the vet tells us that big breeds like him don’t live much over seven. Max turns seven just as life’s wrecking ball hits our home.... divorce....The heart break choice of the heart break couple. They say the good ones are always taken.....alas... it’s Max’s heart that first starts breaking. With his best friend, my husband, out of the house..... life for him loses meaning. He soon gets  sick.  A life sickness  that only dogs with a heart  can feel. The day he does I have this dream:

Max  is  in the back yard......resting on his belly....looking like an Egyptian Sphinx. I walk up to him. His  body is hot and he can’t get up. He is too ill to move and too heavy for me to move him. He moves me to tears.....his eyes are saying he is leaving me..... dying.

I wake up and find Max’s life failing....... This shocks me.... What happened, Baby...? Nothing seemed wrong yesterday....Sudden dog death syndrome....?...Why now Max! I want to rush him to the vet. But he is too sick to get up. And I can’t lift him. He weighs 210 pounds. Sudden human dread syndrome .... Max is dying....! I collapse on the floor with Max and start crying. Rivers of tears cover his curly fur. I begin begging him:

“Please don’ leave me now, Love..... You can’t leave me now..... Everyone  has left me already, Max..... I am all alone in this world. Nobody loves me anymore but you..... If you leave me now, I just have to die with you. I can’t do this alone, Max......”

I lay my head  on his burning back and begin dying with him. Friends who die together stay together....I can’t stop crying..... and he can’t stop dying. So it seems....But Max, the love of my life, has a heart. Bigger than my husband’s and mine put together. He hears my call. And  takes pity at my plea for love.  He wants to die of sorrow. But he chooses to live so that I don’t have to die of it....... He looks at me and  says....friends who stay together.... live together.....

It takes me three years to recover from the collapse of my universe. And Max stays with me all this time. He is now ten years old....... I am driving down I95 on a beautiful sunny day.  Azure blue skies are beckoning me.  The breeze of Spring is filling my being. My spirit is lifting and my heart stops bleeding. Now I know I made it through....

I look up the sky ahead. Not a cloud anywhere. Ah....except right in front me.... A heavenly sight of a fluffy white form... I  call out loud..”That looks just like Max!”  Painted by God on the canvas of the sky. Yeah...that’s Max right there....Resting on his belly ....looking like an Egyptian Sphinx...... That’s Max’s soul in heaven, I bet..... showing me it’s time to say good bye....his body is heading heavenward.....

Feeling him next to me, I begin talking to Max...“ Thank you for staying with me all this time, my Love.....  Your  old and tired bones must have been hurting you a lot...but you bore the pain so that I didn’t have to... Just know, Darling, that I will always love you for this. And you will live in my heart for ever..., young, happy and beautiful....you will always be my Heartdog....

A couple of days later, I find Max on the driveway next to my car. Resting on his belly...  looking like an  Egyptian Sphinx. His body is hot and he can’t get up. He is too ill to move..... and too heavy for me to move him. He moves me to tears.... his eyes are saying  he is leaving me..... dying. 

I must take him to the vet before he dies ....What  do I do with a 210 pounds of dead dog here.... ?....I’m all alone in the house.... I try, but I can’t lift him... I get on the phone with my ex-husband. He only lives a few blocks away. I ask him to come and help me put Max in my car. He says, “I can’t  do it. I am already  hurting so bad... I just can’t take any more of it.....” I scream into the phone: “And what makes  you think I can !?” I slam down the phone  and run back out to Max. His eyes are closed. He is hardly breathing... He is dying. And I’m dying with him on the inside...friends who die together stay together...I say, 

“Darling...Max... I need your help  this one last time...... You must get into the car... You know you love to go to the store.... We need to go for one last ride my Love......“Let’s go to the store, Max......! Get in the car, Max!...... In the car! ....Max....! .....Max......!....... In the car! “

Max slowly opens his eyes and looks at me...And I see  this love in his eyes.....that only dogs with a heart can feel..... He even tries to wag his tail......but for that it’s too late.... Using his last remaining breath..... he painfully raises to his legs. Climbs into my car and lays down to his final bed..... on his most favorite spot in the world....  the back seat of my car.

Bawling my eyes out I am racing to the vet.  The love of my life is leaving me....again....and I am all alone in this world..... again. Max can’t get out of the car at the vet.....he has no reason to....who is in the hurry to die.....?...They pull him out and place him on the stretcher. They take him inside...... and the vet soon says:

“I am so sorry...But there is nothing I can do..... He is just too old to live..... His whole system is shutting down......It’s almost a miracle for this breed to live this long.... you know......”

Yeah...I know...my Miracle...my Max...my Love....my Heartdog....

FEELING GOOD.  FEELING GOD.

February 6, 2008

I wake up to these happy thoughts today. They make me feel good. So I figure...they must come from The Heart.... flowing  something like this:

I walk around all day feeling good. Feeling The Good of God. Feeling good about God. Feeling good about this God feeling. Feeling secure, because I’m always in The Good of God. So I’m always into something good....

I feel the bad.....I  sigh and say...thank God that’s not where I’m at....That’s outside of me...that’s just some stray life thinking that’s where the good is...And I’m thanking God for keeping me in...Man....! ....I’m so.... in......! ....Where The Good is really at....in The Flame of Divine Love.

And so I’m thanking God all day for something. When I see something bad...I’m thanking God from keeping me away from it....for releasing me from it...for showing me how much better I’m off not having to feel that....