A few months ago I was sent a website link showing images of water impacted by a variety of positive and negative thoughts. Some of the images are beautiful, while others display an almost destructive energy. The most effective purpose of these pictures is to awaken within each of us the realization that, on a cellular level, they reflect our reaction to the power of thought.
Any anatomy student will tell you that we are made up of at least 70 percent water. As "water babies" we need to be aware that our thoughts affect not only our own beings, but the mind, body and spirit of others as well.
Thought is energy, so when you have a positive thought it gives you a boost. When you think negatively it drains you. Think how much energy you would have if you only thought positive things.
Firstly, consider the thoughts you have about yourself. Play with this energy. Set aside some time to be with...
Have you noticed how much we've changed in the past few years, with various movements bringing awareness and a voice to those who have largely been ignored?
Problems arise when we think of ourselves as separate from victims and perpetrators.
My belief is there is no separation, we are ONE. And while this may not be a popular opinion, I believe we choose on a soul level to be the catalyst for change.
Globally this perception that we are separated by race or any other difference between us, does not reflect my value of equality.
As human beings, we can stand by or take a stand.
While there may be a desire to judge, we all play a role in what is happening in our world, whether directly or as a witness to it.
We can make a difference in our actions and reactions to what we know is an injustice, not just with current events, but with all acts that display inequality.
Many years ago I went through a phase of extreme sensitivity to the communication of living and inanimate objects. I was used to hearing flowers and tress and would often sense the vibrations of cut flowers on a stand situated at the entrance to the Underground/Subway near my home in London. The flowers wanted to see the light, to be in the sunshine instead of in a tunnel of darkness. It touched my heart and saddened my soul to hear their pleas. It stopped me from going to that Underground station and it was the nearest one to my home.
I remember one day toasting my morning crumpets and looking in the fridge for butter – crumpets always taste best with oodles of butter. Just as I picked up the carton of butter I heard a small voice say, “What about me?” It came from inside the fridge. I carefully rearranged the shelves and right at the back found another carton with a...