Today, I want to share some wonderful thoughts about living life vibrationally. There is no one author who has created this list, but many. Over the years I have read and shared profound and wonderful words within our world, so although I state author unknown, I hope you embrace and enjoy them. Vibrational Sharing Debbie 1. A sharp tongue can cut your own throat. 2. If you want your dreams to come true, you mustn't oversleep. 3. Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important. 4. The best vitamin for making friends..... B1. 5. The happiness of your life depends on the quality of your thoughts. 6. The heaviest thing you can carry is a grudge. 7. One thing you can give and still keep....is your word. 8. You lie the loudest when you lie to yourself. 9. If you lack the courage to start, you have already finished. 10. Worry less, smile more. 11. One thing you can't recycle is wasted time. 12. Ideas won't work unless ' You' do. 13. Your mind is like a parachute...it functions only when open. 14. The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime! 15. It is never too late to become what you might have been. 16. Respect & honesty are not upgrades in a relationship, they are a necessity. 17. Life is too short to wake up with regrets.. So love the people who treat you right.. Forget about the ones who don't. 18. Believe everything happens for a reason. 19. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. 20. Live your life vibrationally..... Author unknown A while ago I went to a concert where Toto & Michael McDonald were performing alongside each other. It was a glorious evening of listening to great music that I knew the words to (smile). But what was touching to me was that these artists obviously not only enjoyed what they did, but embraced working alongside each other. Toto being the opening band invited Michael McDonald to join them, then when it was the closing song, Michael McDonald had Toto come back out on stage. Michael introduced his band members with admiration, many, including Toto being close friends in the business for many years, which shone throughout the evenings performance. When he introduced Tommy Sims, one of the co-writers of the song Eric Clapton made famous, “Change The World” it lead into Michael McDonald reminding the audience, as human beings that we need to learn to live together as one, which got a roar from the crowd. This was followed by lead guitarist Steve Lukather, from Toto, giving an electrical rendition of Amazing Grace. As this electrical euphoria filled the auditorium where 5000 people were gathered together, I imagined how each of us could individually change the world we live in with simple acts of kindness and acceptance. The Universal shift that is currently happening is about unconditional love. The vibration of benevolence would evoke a different perception in our world. We each need to take responsibility for the positive energy we can create in life. Whether that is acceptance of others and the faith they follow, or helping someone without any expectation of something in return. Imagine how our spiritual acts would evolve, based on only our purest intentions. I sense it would be the emergence of sincerity, kindness and acceptance living in total harmony within our world. So, what are you waiting for..... YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!!!! Vibrational Blessings, Debbie A. Anderson If I could grant one wish to you all, it would be to embrace the Vibrational Blessings that you get given every single day. Debbie A. Anderson Every day is Christmas when you have the kind of mind, That stores up all the goodness and the sweetness it can find When you don't need an occasion, to spread a bit of cheer, But just keep on a-giving, of yourself throughout the year. Every day is Christmas, with a gaily wrapped surprise, When you've learned to see the friendship in someone else's eyes. When you try a little harder, and complain a little less, Holding fast to all the fervor of the faith that you possess. Every day is Christmas, when you've found that you can be More concerned with words like 'you' and less with 'I' and 'me'. When it's fun to do a favor, and to lend a helping a hand, When being understood means less, than when you understand. Every day is Christmas, with a beauty deeply cast, When you find it doesn't matter, if you're first or if you're last When you can face your conscience, and be glad of who you are, Then every day is Christmas, for you'll have friends near and far. ~ Author Unknown A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to the Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! 'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question. 'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick....and I want to buy a miracle.' 'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist. 'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?' 'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little. 'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.' The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?' 'I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up 'I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.' 'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago. 'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audible. 'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.' 'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.' He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.' That well-dressed man was a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?' Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child. In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. Anon NB Whether this story is true or just an amazing writer sharing the gift of miracles it doesn’t matter. What does is that you read it, and now will go out into the world and create and share your own miracles. Debbie A. Anderson This story was shared with me, so I am sharing it with you in vibrational love, Debbie A. Anderson A lovely little girl was holding two apples with both hands. Her mum came in and softly asked her little daughter with a smile; my sweetie, could you give your mum one of your two apples? The girl looked up at her mum for some seconds, then she suddenly took a quick bite on one apple, and then quickly on the other. The mum felt the smile on her face freeze. She tried hard not to reveal her disappointment. Then the little girl handed one of her bitten apples to her mum, and said: mummy, here you are. This is the sweeter one. No matter who you are, how experienced you are, and how knowledgeable you think you are, always delay judgement. Give others the privilege to explain themselves. What you see may not be the reality. Never conclude for others. Which is why we should never only focus on the surface and judge others without understanding them first. Those who like to pay the bill, do so not because they are loaded but because they value friendship above money. Those who take the initiative at work, do so not because they are stupid but because they understand the concept of responsibility. Those who apologize first after a fight, do so not because they are wrong but because they value the people around them. Those who are willing to help you, do so not because they owe you anything but because they see you as a true friend. Those who often text you, do so not because they have nothing better to do but because you are in their heart. Those who take out time to chat with you, does not mean they are jobless or less busy, but they know the importance of keeping in touch. One day, all of us will get separated from each other; we will miss our conversations of everything & nothing; the dreams that we had. It is on that day we bring forth the memory that in that particular moment we accepted and didn’t judge! Anon Tomorrow is 888. August (8th month), 8th day, and 2015 = 8. So a very powerful combination!! It’s all about manifesting abundance and inviting in that vibrational flow of infinite amazement. The “biggy” on our side of the fence, that is our humanness, needs to be kept in check. Basically don’t let yourself be pulled in the direction of negativity if things don’t work out right first time. This powerful number is the vibration of keeping things in a down to earth practicality. For instance, don’t dream of owning a large yacht if you haven’t got the knowledge of sailing or are not good at sea. Dream yourself a dream of what you can and will utilize for your personal self. Manifesting with 888 is about the vibration of realism and usefulness. If your car is dying, then it is evident that you need a car that is reliable, inexpensive to run, safe etc. You can see where I am going with this. Keep it real for you. Of course I add my note of caution to your wishing. With every dream comes responsibility and taking ownership for our actions. So, as it is said, be careful what you dream for… because you may get it! Dreaming or wishing is the combination of our thoughts and actions that create the balance in our physical soul being, and so it is thus in our spiritual world. The two are in tandem with each other. You only have to look at the figure 8 to realize there is no beginning and no end. It just keeps looping around and around, in infinity. The universal flow which is the synergy of harmony vibrating within our inner and outer world, like us they are connected. Like any time in our lives, we have the potential to draw upon our angels, guides and helpers. So if you are not truly positive about what you want, ask them for guidance. They seem to know, and they will let us know in no uncertain terms because they want us to live our life to its full potential. That is why they are there – for us! When we reach out to the Universe, we are vibrationally supported – so reach out and tap into your 888 abundance!! Vibrational Blessings Debbie A. Anderson When I count my blessings I count them twice and for that I am vibrationally blessed. For many, the ability to count blessings isn’t always that easy. Here is the story of just one boy, who was blessed in a way that later vibrationally made our world wonderful. I am quite sure by the end of this blog you will recognize him. Vibrational Sharing Debbie A Anderson Written by others: A Grandson of slaves, a boy was born in a poor neighborhood of New Orleans known as the "Back of Town." His father abandoned the family when the child was an infant, His mother became a prostitute and the boy and his sister had to live with their grandmother. Early in life he proved to be gifted for music and with three other kids he sang in the streets of New Orleans. His first gains were the coins that were thrown to them. A Jewish family, Karnofsky, who had immigrated from Lithuania to the USA had pity for the 7-year-old boy and brought him into their home. Initially given 'work' in the house, to feed this hungry child. There he remained and slept in this Jewish families home where, for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness. When he went to bed, Mrs. Karnovsky sang him a Russian Lullaby that he would sing with her. Later, he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs. Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family. The Karnofsky’s gave him money to buy his first musical instrument; as was the custom in the Jewish families. They sincerely admired his musical talent. Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions, such as St. James Infirmary and Go Down Moses. The little black boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family who had adopted him in 1907. In memory of this family and until the end of his life, he wore a star of David and said that in this family he had learned "how to live real life and determination." You might recognize him… This little boy was Louis "Satchmo" Armstrong (August 4, 1901 – July 6, 1971). As the song goes… “……….what a wonderful world…..”. Here are two stories, about two very different men, or are they? I will let you decide, but only after you read both stories. One lead a life filled with crime, the other was a hero. What we should take from these stories is that sometimes life gives us a second chance, the opportunity to make a vibrational difference. Vibrational Sharing, Debbie A. Anderson STORY NUMBER ONE Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder. Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time. To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block. Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified. Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine. The poem reads: "The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own….. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still." STORY NUMBER TWO World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific. One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet. As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of Honor. A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man. So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2. SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER? Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son. While re-visiting some of my past writing, I came across a poem I had written in January 1989. Wow, that is 28 years ago! At the time I sensed the spiritual work I was doing was being judged as evil, so I wanted some guidance from the God within me. Acceptance of what I do was not as open and receptive as it is now, and being a sensitive I took on the hurt & ignorance that was being thrown at me. Although our world is more enlightened today, I do still encounter fear of my spiritual work, as I am sure many of you do too. Maybe my words resonate with you, or you have your own. Either way, never fear what is within you spiritually, because eventually we all find our own way. It's all about your intention! I came across this quote from the Bible, which I feel says it all. “For God gave us a spirit not of fear, but of power and love and self control.” (Timothy 1:7) Vibrational Sharing, Debbie A. Anderson Sometimes the path I tread is hard & makes me want to cry, Feeling like a door slamming shut, and I wonder why No one said life was easy, and I don’t want it that way. But now I wonder what I did wrong, as I sit and pray. If you can hear me dear God above My heart is filled with your sweet love. I try to do your work so well But teach me right so I can excel. I need to learn, but please show me how Because the world needs LOVE, yours right now! The silence around me seemed far too great I wondered how long I should sit and wait. But no host of angels or music sweet Just a tingling through my body down to my feet. A voice deep from within me, a sense I cried Foolish girl, not only for you that he died. God’s busy now, so he’s sent me through To help YOU see what YOU need to do. I’m just a helper, a guide you might say To help you question and to find your way. How do you learn, so you can teach? Just sit here and listen, I will not preach. Sometimes when you feel you’ve lost your way Accept the life’s lessons you learn each day. Experience comes as you change & grow Always keeping you in the Universal flow. We have all had those week’s when things don’t necessarily go to plan… it’s called life! Even if you place all your faith in God or whomever you believe and rejoice to, there are just those times when you are tested a tad more than you truly expect or want. I suppose it is the “why” and “how” questions that we enter into when things don’t quite go according to plan. The “how” and “why” elements immediately shift us into our ego, our human part of our being, especially when we feel it is something we have or haven’t done. It is the immediate mental flagellating or flogging we use to blame ourselves for allowing things to transpire the way they did. Whereas the letting go element is based on pure faith. Trust you might call it, that sometimes, things happen for a reason. Even if we cannot fully comprehend exactly the mystery or sequence of events around what happened, it is the acceptance and belief that it should have transpired that way. Faith is that unrequited element that no matter how bad things seem to get, that there is a greater plan that we are not privy to…. Yet. At the point we move from head to heart, we are centred in our vibrational energy, our core soul cellular part of us. This is the component that sometimes moves us in a slightly different direction in order to create some shift or modification that we wouldn’t necessarily invite towards us. When we start that particular day or period before things start changing and fluctuating, you could say we are at ground zero. It is only when we are flung headlong into the struggles that transpire, that we need to become heart centred, and pull from the spiritual resources within to allow our highest good or God as I call it, to guide and direct us in hope and love. Our higher self or God element is the part that truly lets go and bonds with the divine vibration so we can be lifted up, removing the fears and doubts that do reside within. It is certainly not relinquishing responsibility, it is the calm that enters inside our energy being in peace and reassurance. Some call it the “ah ha” moment. It is that magical part of us, that sudden realization, that we just feel or sense that everything is going to be okay. Our body, mind and soul have connected in completeness, so we become whole. That uplifting feeling that the burdens and troubles are being handled, and it is not for us to sweat about it, but to move forward in acceptance and enchantment. The incredible part about any journey is the story behind it. For me, writing any article or blog is about the preparation on a particular subject. Sometimes when I struggle with the context or wording and direction I reach up to spirit for guidance. Just so you know, my week, up to this point had been going extremely well, so how could I write about faith and letting go in an empowering way. This is the word of caution I offer to you, be careful what you wish for…… Just this week I was unexpectedly cast into two situations of such testing. Nothing truly major, but for me, when the first occurrence happened, I momentarily stepped into “how” and “why”. Initially, my Facebook pages had been disabled, or removed by the Facebook Gods so I was caught up momentarily in paranoia and "why me". More because I am not a tech savvy type of gal, so anything that happens in this genre is always a challenge. The second was more on a personal level. For anyone who knows me, I am not a vain person, and although image is important, it isn’t paramount. But I do enjoy having long hair. I suppose this stems back to when I was younger and had the basic pudding basin cut. So as I got older I allowed my hair to grow and I suppose I have gotten used to it being that way. But with hair it needs professional attention, so I called my hairdresser and went in for a basic trim, asking her to take it to shoulder length, cutting away all the dead stuff. It was a great morning, the sun was shining for the first time in a while, and as we chatted about my work and her work she started cutting away at my hair. I was totally unaware that one side was quite a lot shorter than the other until her scissors took off the last hairs on my right side. Somehow, to her dismay and disbelief, she had cut off more than either of us wanted. I wasn’t in total shock, until I realized that the only way to rectify this problem was to chop off the long side to align with the much shorter side. After all, she could hardly glue it back together again.... I certainly didn’t want to open up the conversation on “why” and “how” which is what my hairdresser kept doing while apologizing. I reassured her that it was fine, and left endeavoring to accept that perhaps there was a bigger force at work behind all this. After all the summer was just arriving, so perhaps having shorter hair was the way to go? It was totally pointless going into the punishment mentality, because I am positive it wasn’t God’s will. Maybe it was my spirit guides and angels way of giving me these experiences so I could fully appreciate how to write this article in a more divinely understanding way. I truly believe so. And for me, I know that having to change my pages to align them with Facebook protocol will benefit me in a far greater way… and eventually my hair will grow back. I suppose ultimately it is about letting go and letting God take up the slack on my behalf. Vibrational Sharing, Debbie A. Anderson |
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