healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Practical Guide to Spiritual Healing
What is healing? Healing by definition is the process of making or becoming sound or healthy again. The purpose is to alleviate ourselves of the burdens that we ultimately and oddly enough we have placed on ourselves. For example if we look at mother earth and her relationship to us. All these things that our media tells us are wrong in the world, have in fact been caused by us. As humanity has worked to better its own quality of life there have been things that have caused contrast as it relates to the earth and all of its respective plants, animals, and even us. But if we truly take a look at where we are and let go of the victim and become our own boss, the architect of our own lives...co-creating it with the universal source, we learn that all we have to do to grow is get out of the way and treat ourselves with love.
By Daily Dose of Abundance5 years ago in Motivation
How Epilepsy Changed My Life
I am lying on the ground. I feel a throbbing pain in the back of my head. I taste blood in my mouth. “Jessica." "Jessica.” I bat my eyes open. There are several people in my room; most of them are paramedics. I ask, “What is going on?” “You had a seizure,” said my mom. I had no idea what that meant at that moment, but it was serious enough for the paramedics to load me up onto the gurney and put me in the ambulance. That is when my heart started beating faster.
By Jessica Nicely5 years ago in Motivation
Eliminate the Darkness Around us
Time for Change We all come to a point in our lives; choices we must make, paths we must choose, lessons we must learn, and overcome many pains and obstacles that may or do come our way. Then one day we wake up from our slumber and we know we must make change, not just within ourselves but all around us.
By L.B.E (Lee)5 years ago in Motivation
Contemplating Existence
I contemplate and I sit down, so I can contemplate more about the purpose of life, the reason I am alive, why any of us are alive. These burning questions stay with me. There are times when I wake up in the wee hours of the morning and wonder what in the hell is my purpose. What is out there that is eluding me , that is so evasive. Why are we born, where do our soul go after we take our last living breath, where do we come from? How did we get here, Why were we created, does God exist, why is the Universe so vast. The more I think, the more confused I become about asking the questions. I know my ancestors wondered the same wonder and looked for a meaning of life , purpose and reason for their existence. I’m not the first nor the last human to ask these questions in private or in public.
By Alma Kazic5 years ago in Motivation
Time Goes On
Death and grief go hand in hand when the person that has passed means so much to so many people. As sad as it is to say, not everyone's death has the same meaning, even within the same family. My grandmother was the cornerstone to everything. No matter how far away anyone moved,no matter who was having an argument with whom, as long as she was around, we would all come together, put aside our differences, and be a family. With her passing, everything has changed.
By Shelly Marie Hixson5 years ago in Motivation
Life as a woman
Start writing... . As women, we are each special and unique in our own way. It may be hard for some men to accept that we make these decisions for personal reasons. There are so many mean people in the world. Online crime is the number one target for women. It’s best to play it safe by not taking chances and risks. I rely on my instincts and intuition at all times to survive! I have to for my family’s protection.
By Romelia Lungu 5 years ago in Motivation
My story with a Beggar
One night I left from a meal and there was a homeless man asking people for money outside of our Center and I said to him I have some sandwiches, I could give to you and he said I don't want your sandwiches. I walked away thinking that this guy doesn't want my food , all he wants his money he's probably not even hungry or he's gonna use the money on drugs or alcohol.
By Rehana Khatoon5 years ago in Motivation
A Chicago MBA on Food Stamps
It didnt take long for my descent from brilliant graduate student with a newly minted MBA from top-tier school University of Chicago to being on the bottom rung of society. Suffice it to say that I ended up alone in my grandmother's house in an exclusive gated community - divorced, my mother died and my grandmother in a nursing home. Sleeping during the day and awake all night - I was in a reverse commute with everyone else in society. I would go out to New York City all night and come back in the subways at 6 am as the go getters were already arriving for their jobs in the city. Those of course were the jobs that I had interviewed for many times over. I imagined a career in advertising, and I had made it to the 3rd or 4th round of interviews in all the big firms - Leo Burnett, DDB Needham, Chiat/Day. But nothing ever clicked right. It was a recession and these desirable jobs were much sought after by everyone. Here I was an ex aerospace engineer trying to break into the hipster world of advertising based on my Chicago career office arranging a few interviews. I relied on those big ticket interviews that everyone was doing, and didn't network enough. You know networking the way career experts suggest that somehow you can like a social butterfly keep contacting all these strangers and keep them interested in your career desires. It's a strange mix of being pushy assertive and self absorbed which I was never good at much to my peril. Once the glamorous company presentations with shrimp cocktails were over, I had no other interviews to fall back on. So there I was alone in a big house with nowhere to go but to waste time and revel in my abandon. All or nothing was my credo. Since I didn't get a job, I would descend into poverty by spending all my money in strip clubs till it ran out. Not the most prudent retirement plan.
By brian blackmore5 years ago in Motivation
The ships by the Sea...
I woke up, suddenly, from a dream. I didn’t know what to think about that dream, that reacurring dream about the ship on the horizon. Always heading towards me, always uncertain of why it picked me. What does this dream, this ship, have to do with me. As I got up to get ready to go to work, I kept thinking about what this could be symbolizing in my life. What could it mean...
By Ellie Houck5 years ago in Motivation
When you finally gain control of your life for the better, everything gets stripped from you.
There is a difference between living and existing. I believe I have been existing most of my life, with moments of living. There are always questions that come across my mind, and many are centered around “why is this happening to me?”
By Kristen Viscardi5 years ago in Motivation
