Tag: Healing

Our words and stories hold power so here goes mine, my loves... A while back I suffered with a medical issue that lasted for over...

Story retold by Rabbi Allen S. Maller... Her mother once gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper or insulted somebody she must hammer a nail into the back of their fence. The first day the girl hit...

Once upon a time there was a monk who after 20 years, finally achieved self-realization and heard the call to write a book. He had never forgotten that as a young monk, he had been confused and upset by ponderous and misguided religious writings. One day in his despair, he vowed that when he finally understood LOVE, he would write something true, something heartfelt and something that would actually assist people in their journey. For he felt that LOVE, although talked about, was...

I think I rode one of the scariest roller-coasters possible when my infant son was diagnosed with terminal leukemia. The heavy handed specialist gave us no hope at all. There was nothing they could do, he informed us. He thought John had a year at the outside. I went home and in a kind of timeless pause where the infinite and the material meet, I decided...

Three years ago, I was asked to give a talk about ATTITUDE at a business seminar in a hotel setting. When I went up to the front which was two minutes after I started my preliminary introduction, I felt a sharp pain in the middle of my back...

The story begins in the 25-cent room that is only open on Friday afternoons at a second hand store. A plastic bag of tiny picture frames sold for 25-cents and those little frames that were to influence the lives of a small group of people who were involved in various forms of...

When my wife lost her job in 2002. She lost her confidence to find new job and stayed with me in Batam. Since then, our family relied on my salary alone. At this time, with whatever money can buy in a vice place like Batam, I and my wife went deeper into drug addictions; I resorted to drugs in order to find peace...

I left Houston, Texas, on a spiritual quest in the balmy fall of 2005 and, after much wandering, found myself in Taos, New Mexico in the cold white month of January 2006. I was working on an intriguing spiritual writing project with hospice doctor, John Lerma about people who see angels when they're dying. Several times I tried to leave Taos, but

My separation happened when I went off to a school for the blind. I was five when I started kindergarten. Within two years, all of my energy began to change. I could no longer catch fireflies by myself. I started bumping into trees and other objects, and tripping over things in the yard like fallen tree branches. And uneven ground would make my feet tremble for fear I would fall down and get hurt...

For the past few years, I have gone on an annual women's spiritual retreat. I had never been on a retreat before several years ago. The only other time I voluntarily lived with women was in college and only then because boys were too messy and smelled funny. To be perfectly frank, in the past I never liked women all that much. I usually...