"What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past,
courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent
wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich
and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace."
Agnes M. Pharo
"Doubt your doubts, and believe your beliefs."
attributed to Pastor Rick Warren
A Purpose Driven Life
Dear Friends and Readers,
Though the portent for this coming year is bleak indeed, sitting as we are on the brink of endless war, still - through our focused enlightened vision, our prayers and actions for peace, we can take comfort in knowing we hold peace in our heart and that it will someday be transformed into the elusive Peace on Earth of our dreaming and yearning soul spirit.
Warmest Holiday Blessings for all, of all faiths.
Rhio & Leigh
Rhio's Raw Energy
ONLY A MAN
(A CHRISTMAS STORY)
At first glance, she looked
like any other old woman. Plodding along in the snow, alone, neglected, head
bowed. People passing on the busy city sidewalk averted their eyes, lest she
remind them that pain and suffering did not stop to celebrate Christmas.
A young couple, smiling, talking, laughing, arms loaded with Christmas presents, took no notice of the old woman.
A mother with two small children hurried by on their way to grandmother's house. They took no notice.
A minister walked by proudly carrying his Bible in his right hand, like a well-armed Christian soldier. But his mind was stayed on heavenly things, and he took no notice.
If these people had noticed, they would have seen that the old woman wore no shoes. She walked barefoot in the ice and snow.
With both hands, the old woman gathered her worn button-less overcoat at the collar to keep out the wind. She stopped and stood bent and bowed at the bus stop. A red and blue scarf covering her head, she waited for the downtown bus.
A gentleman carrying an important looking briefcase waited near her, not too closely. After all, she could have something contagious.
A teen-age girl also waited for the bus. She glanced repeatedly at the old woman's feet, but said nothing.
The bus arrived and the old woman slowly, painfully boarded. She sat on the side-ways seat just behind the driver. The gentleman and the teen-age girl hurried to the rear. The man sharing the seat with the old woman shuffled uneasily and twirled his thumbs. "Senile," he thought.
The bus driver saw her bare feet and thought: "This neighborhood is sinking deeper and deeper into poverty, I hate to see it, I'll be glad when they put me on the College Park route."
A little boy pointed at the old woman. "Look, Mother, that old lady is barefoot." The embarrassed mother slapped his hand down. "Don't point at people, Andrew. It's not polite to point." She looked out the window.
"She must have grown children," a lady in a fur coat suggested. "Her children should be ashamed of themselves." She felt morally superior, because she took good care of
A teacher seated near the middle of the bus steadied the bag of gifts on her lap. "Don't we pay enough taxes to handle situations like this?" she said to a friend seated beside her. "It's this tax-cut crazy Republican administration, her friend replied. "They rob the poor and give to the rich." "No, its the Democrats," a gray-haired man behind them interjected. "These Democrat welfare programs just make people lazy and keep them in poverty."
"People have to learn to save their money," a well-dressed young college man added. "If that old woman had saved when she was young, she wouldn't be suffering now. It's her own fault."
And all these people beamed with satisfaction that their acumen had delivered such trenchant analysis.
But, a kind businessman felt offended by this murmuring detachment of his fellow citizens. He reached into his wallet and took out a crisp twenty-dollar bill. He strode proudly down the isle and pressed the bill into the old woman's unsteady, wrinkled hand. "Here, Madam, get yourself some shoes."
The old woman nodded her head in thanks. The businessman strode back to his seat, feeling pleased with himself, that he was a man of action.
A well-dressed Christian lady had noticed all of this. She began to pray silently. "Lord, I don't have money. There is no way I can help. But Lord, I can turn to you in every need. Lord, I know that you are a loving God. You make a way out of no way. Now Lord, let your blessing shine on this old woman. Let shoes fall like manna from heaven, so that this old woman can have shoes for Christmas." And the Christian lady felt supremely spiritual.
At the next stop, a young man boarded the bus. He wore a heavy blue jacket, a maroon scarf around his neck, and a gray woolen cap pulled down over his ears. A wire running under the cap and into his ear was connected to a Walkman. The young man jiggled his body in time to music only he heard. He paid his fare and plopped down on the sideways seat directly across from the old woman.
As the young man's glance caught the old woman's bare feet, his jiggling stopped. He froze.
His eyes went from her feet to his. He wore his expensive, new, brand name sneakers. For months, he had saved from his minimum wage pay to buy these sneakers. Everybody in the gang would think he was "so cool."
The young man bent down and began to untie his sneakers. He removed his impressive new sneakers. He removed his socks. He knelt down before the old woman.
"Mother," he said, "I see you have no shoes. Well, I have shoes."
Carefully, gently, he lifted the old woman's crusty feet in his hands. He placed his socks and his fine sneakers on the old woman's feet. The old woman nodded in thanks.
Just then the bus arrived at the next stop. The young man left the bus and walked away, barefoot in the snow.
The passengers crowded at the windows to watch him as he plodded barefoot through the snow
"Who is he?" one asked.
"He must be a prophet," said another.
"He must be a saint," someone suggested.
"He must be an angel," said yet another.
"Look! There's a halo around his head," somebody shouted.
"He must be the Son of God," said the Christian lady.
But the little boy who had pointed, said, "No Mother, I saw him clearly,
He was only a man."
"Only A Man" received from: Hallelujah Acres Tips #266
FROM RHIO'S HOTLINE READERS ON THE ABOVE STORY
Below is a message from James Twyman
There are so many miracles happening as we begin final preparations for the Spoonbenders Internet Course and the Great Experiment III. One involves Uri Geller, who most of you will know as one of the most famous miracle workers in the world. It was Uri who brought spoonbending to the consciousness of millions back in the 1970s. I have always known about him and hoped we would someday meet. Several days ago I went to his website and read a few articles, and I noticed there was a link to send him an e-mail. Common sense told me that it would probably go through a couple of assistants and never get to him. I sent a little prayer, a message on the "Innernet", asking for the connection to be made on the etheric. If we were to meet someday it would take place naturally.
The next afternoon I was at our office and Shara walked into the room with the telephone in her hand. "I think you had better take this," she said. "It's Uri Geller." I thought she was joking, though she had no way of knowing about my prayer the previous night. But it was not a joke. Uri was on the other end of the phone and we had a wonderful talk. He said that he had a message for all of us, so I wanted to share it with you now. He said that it is so important to keep faith in this work, even though things don't seem to be changing very fast. They are changing in ways we do not always perceive. He offered his love to everyone in the world working for peace, and said that it is right around the corner. Sounds very much like the message from Koya.
The miracles are mounting fast.
I received many calls regarding our last e-mail about the government's desire to rush into war. Most were overjoyed that someone was talking about these issues, but some were worried that we were moving into the political arena.
Therefore, I want to be very clear about what we are doing, and what this movement is about. We are not trying to mobilize a political movement, simply because the problems we are facing are not political in nature. They are spiritual in nature. Therefore, we are mobilizing a spiritual movement of prayer that is stronger than any weapon or government. It is important to know that we have the power of God working with us, and nothing can eclipse that power. And yet we need to be the ones who use and activate that power. It won't happen on its own, but will occur only when we claim it for all beings.
We need your help! Each one of us is required. There are over sixty-thousand Spiritual Warriors in the world right now. Can you imagine the power of that focused and shared intent? That is why I believe the Spoonbenders Course will be so important. I truly expect every person reading this e-mail to take advantage of this course. It will be a way of telling the Universe that you are inspired and ready to act. But your action will be spiritual in nature, and will not be directed toward any political purpose. On February 9 over 100,000 people will activate this power, and nothing will be the same again.
Please join us, and pass the word.
I send peace for the Holy Days,
(We will have the registration info for the Spoonbenders Course on www.emissaryoflight.com on January 1. The four week course is strictly by donation, so everyone will be able to participate. In that time you should be able to bend a spoon with your heart and mind, then apply the same technology toward promoting peace in the world.)
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