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CHRISTMAS MORNING AS A KEEN PSYCHIC
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The Keen alarm rang at 6:45 AM.  I had forgotten to take the “call alarm” feature off, which allows Keen to call me with a cyber map “TOM TOM” voice to say “Hello!  Are you ready to get on line now?”   I have always loved this feature.  But Christmas morning, the wake up call warning did not come.   I was told a call was waiting for me immediately.    98 % asleep, I threw back the covers, the cat flew in the air, I bound over the sleeping dog on his pillow at the foot of the bed and raced to my office to take the call.  Merry Christmas!” my husband yelled.

 

Sleepy Christmas Compassion

 

This was ok. ...I assured myself.  I wanted to be able to make someone else’s morning feel a little better on Christmas.  I had the blessings of a grumpy red neck electrician husband, and a bounty of pets. 

 

The voice on the other end was very sad.  I understand.  Being alone on Christmas transcends a personal message to many of us that life sucks. I have been there.  I want to be there for you, to look at the choices, to underline the positives and point out the “history repeats themselves” patterns I see in your life so 2008 will not suck.  Life CAN BE more productive and happy.  To my surprise client starts to yell, obviously not in the mood for a cheer up talk.

 

  I get off the phone with my first caller, shocked.  Immediately the phone rings again.  { Three cats are in a chorus line for breakfast.}  This time the caller is angry.  I ask “Is it ok to be truthful?”   “Yes of course” she says back impatiently. I tell her exactly what I see.  She accuses me of giving her no hope. 

 

 

THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE

 

“There is always hope.” I tell her.   "But when unhappy Life patterns repeat themselves over and over,  as I see it has for you with this person,  it will be hard to turn chicken soup to beef barley the next year."

She tells me I am wrong.  He has told her repeatedly he loves her.  "The problem is, I tell her, are his “actions”, not his words.  But there is always hope.” I assure her. 

She is very angry with me.  It is clear she did to want an honest reading.  In my minds eye I see a terrible long feedback coming. 

 

My husband shouts “It’s early!   Shut the door!”

The 3 cats run to their breakfast bowls.  The dog runs to the door to be let outside to relieve him self.

 

 

A MOTIVATION SPEAKER OR TRUTH GIVER ON CHRISTMAS DAY?

 

 The question is, {I ponder as I scoop smelly cat meat into bowls and let the dog out side }...does a reader, {me} have an obligation to a client to be more a “motivation speaker” then a reader of “truth”, on Christmas day?   Therefore I am careful to ask, “ Do you want a truthful reading of what I see In your life?   It is my intent to please on Christmas day.  If what is needed from me is more conversation and joyful hope, I can do this.  But I will ask first, “Is it ok to give you a truthful reading?”   Please let me know.” Many would rather have only truth

 

 

 NEGATIVE THOUGHTS HARMONIZE WITH NEGATIVE FREQUENCIES.

 

I remember to tell myself that negative thoughts are frequencies that harmonize with other negative thoughts.  It has nothing to do with luck or Metaphysical Fad lingo. Any scientist will tell you the Universe is very noisy, full of “tones”, “frequencies” and the rhythm that holds planets in a steady predictable rotation.

 

 If I feel sorry for myself the chances of my own thoughts attracting another negative thought or action ….such as cutting myself on a dog food can, or losing my car keys when I am late for an important date, are almost for sure.  So smile, drink a warm cup of hot chocolate, watch a great movie or read a wonderful book Christmas day if the odds seem against you.  I am here for you.

 

 

Love and peace, Ann  Marie / Sister Othelia

Published Tuesday, December 25, 2007 9:23 AM by SisterOthelia

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# re: CHRISTMAS MORNING AS A KEEN PSYCHIC @ Tuesday, December 25, 2007 9:40 PM

Here ya go, sistah....sounds like we could use this....

Amazing Peace, A Christmas Poem
By Maya Angelou

Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Floodwaters await in our avenues.
Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to
avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and gray and threatening.

We question ourselves.

What have we done to
so affront nature?
We interrogate and worry God.

Are you there? Are you there, really?

Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension,
Christmas enters

Streaming lights of joy,
Ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.
It is the Glad Season,

Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps
quietly in the corner.
Floodwaters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
as we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children.

It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth, brightening all things,
Even hate, which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft...then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.

The word is Peace.

It is loud now.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.
We tremble at the sound.
We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.

Not just the absence of war.
But true Peace.

A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait awhile with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.... Peace.
Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.

We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
implore you to stay awhile with us
so we may learn by your shimmering light
how to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.
On this platform of peace, we can create a language
to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ
Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues the coming of hope.
All the earth's tribes loosen their voices to celebrate the promise of Peace.
We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.

Peace.

We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
We look at each other, then into ourselves,
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.


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